Night 2 results
The Mafia’s headquarters sat on the outskirts of Betaville and looked exactly like the home of the Adams Family. There was always a small thunderstorm hovering curiously right over the house. The house was so suspicious looking that it’s a wonder that no one bothered to think that this could be the Mob’s hiding place. The interior was decorated with gothic things and blood red velvet furniture (presumably so that blood stains wouldn’t be easily seen). Within the living room, there was a lavish throne on which The Godfather spent 99% of his day (the 1% is at Town Hall). He was a rather pneumatic man. Well, to be accurate, he was pretty much a giant sack of lard, so big in fact, that he gets stuck in his chair quite often. As unfortunate as it seems, he rather enjoyed it. The throne made him feel all-powerful. He never wanted to leave it.
He spent his days sitting on his throne commanding his Mafia goons to feed him, bathe him, hold a bucket in front of his penis as he relieved himself, and when he was in those special moods, demanding varied sexual favors from his more-than-disgusted, but still willing goons. Some days (the good days, according to the goons) he just liked to watch. Others…he used props such as a big black dildo, clamps, tazers, and the same aforementioned bucket…Other days, he got even more personally involved. No one ever recovers from those days.
Under these conditions, one asks, why he even has goons/slaves to do all this for him. Simply put, he knows what he’s doing. He’s the greatest human cook and human meat cultivator in the land. He’s legendary. In fact, legend has it that he was never actually “born.â€