Darkness, a gunshot, a scream, and the lights on again. That bit was certainly cliche.
All the TV's turning on at once and a well-dressed man in his mid thirties with a deep purple suit and swept black hair, a trumpet clearly visible behind him along with a silenced pistol and a massive semi-automatic rifle? Yeah, that was certainly unexpected. The man cleared his throat and indicated towards the man lying on the floor, a pool of red spreading around him and a shattered cocktail glass in his hands. "That man is the first. Unless you find out who did it, you will be the next."
"Hello ladies and gents, my name is The Host. By accepting an invitation to this wonderful little dinner, you have, sadly for you, signed yourself up for a very interesting few days of entertainment. You have all been chosen because despite incredible wealth, there are few who would miss you. Wealthy, but not big enough for Forbes. Few, if absolutely no relatives and even fewer friends who would miss your passing. In short, nobody will realise what is happening until it is far too late."
There was a clanking sound as someone reached for the doors, the heavy oak sealing shut. Shutters came down over the windows with a slam, until the entire house was sealed off. "Here is the deal. There are, loosely speaking, three separate factions. Two of them cannot 'win,' if you'll excuse the term, unless the other is dead, and the third is neutral and will win regardless of the other faction. All of you know your roles. Your expertise. Use them wisely."
The TV's clicked off.
So, it's Mafia set inside a sociopath's panic mansion. Nothing special!
All the TV's turning on at once and a well-dressed man in his mid thirties with a deep purple suit and swept black hair, a trumpet clearly visible behind him along with a silenced pistol and a massive semi-automatic rifle? Yeah, that was certainly unexpected. The man cleared his throat and indicated towards the man lying on the floor, a pool of red spreading around him and a shattered cocktail glass in his hands. "That man is the first. Unless you find out who did it, you will be the next."
"Hello ladies and gents, my name is The Host. By accepting an invitation to this wonderful little dinner, you have, sadly for you, signed yourself up for a very interesting few days of entertainment. You have all been chosen because despite incredible wealth, there are few who would miss you. Wealthy, but not big enough for Forbes. Few, if absolutely no relatives and even fewer friends who would miss your passing. In short, nobody will realise what is happening until it is far too late."
There was a clanking sound as someone reached for the doors, the heavy oak sealing shut. Shutters came down over the windows with a slam, until the entire house was sealed off. "Here is the deal. There are, loosely speaking, three separate factions. Two of them cannot 'win,' if you'll excuse the term, unless the other is dead, and the third is neutral and will win regardless of the other faction. All of you know your roles. Your expertise. Use them wisely."
The TV's clicked off.
So, it's Mafia set inside a sociopath's panic mansion. Nothing special!
