"Aw c'mon man..."
HypersomniacLive falters as Flubbucket begins to speak.
"We've always been friends. And, give me a break, c'mon... Look at the other two guys I was working with. They didn't make a peep... just rolled over and died...
You don't understand what all this means... Just... just please don't kill me man..."

*BANG!*

HypersomniacLive fires at the floor. Everybody in the room is in tears. He hands the gun over to Flubbucket.


A thug swings back the door, and another bustles in and wipes down the seat at the head of the table.
Giovanni; the big boss himself, swaggers in to the room and takes his seat. He puts his feet up on the table. He pulls his handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes his hands. Without looking at anybody he speaks.

"Looks like this guy had the right idea." He nods to ZFR's cold body.

He looks at Flubbucket.

"Do it."

Shaking, Flubbucket puts the barrel of the gun to his temple, whimpers, and pulls the trigger.

*click*

"Hey look at that. The queue's reset. It's your turn again."

His eyes do not flicker from Flubbucket's for a second. Sweat pours from Flubbucket's forehead. He pulls the trigger a second time.

*click*

The corner of Giovanni's mouth curls upward.
"Aren't we lucky? It's you again."

Flubbucket seems to be struggling with the weight of the gun, but he presses it into his temple and pulls the trigger.

*click*

Flubbucket whines with terror.

"Again."

Despite quivering and sweating and whimpering Flubbucket doesn't seem to be able to look away from Giovanni's eyes. Again he pulls the trigger.

*click*

Giovanni is totally still.

"Whose turn is it? Was it mine? Oh no, I think it's yours. Pull the trigger."

Flubbucket hesitates, he attempts to pull himself together. He looks for a moment like he's about to collapse. He screws up his face and pulls the trigger.

*click*

Flubbucket breathes... A sigh of relief? He looks away from Giovanni, looks down at the floor. Up at the ceiling, he lifts the revolver to the ceiling. He looks like he's about to laugh. He turns his head to meet Giovanni's glare.

"Do it."

Easily now, Flubbucket lowers the gun and pulls the trigger.

*BANG!*

Flubbucket is dead. He was Fierce Jonasson. Mafia.

Congratulations Bler144, Mchack, HypersomniacLive, ZFR, Lifthrasil, trentonlf, PoppyAppletree, Bookwyrm627, adaliabooks. You won!!!

Condolences Flubbucket.


Giovanni goes back to wiping his hands. After a few moments he stands, wipes some imaginary dust from his shoulders and returns the handkerchief to his jacket. Yekaterina appears in the doorway.

"The issue has been resolved?" She enquires.

"Most satisfactorily." Giovanni barely even glances at the rest of the room. "Have Shimazu's men clean this room. I'm meeting with some buyers after the tournament."

"You're watching the tournament?"

"Oh yes. I'm looking forward to it..."