SIGN-UPs for MATRIX MAFIA: The EXODUS......

This is just a short prologue. The game will follow basic mafia rules with numerous additions to gameplay. The game is not due for another 2 weeks(my vacation from work) and this is just the initial sign-up list. 15 players have signed up from another board and the game will consist of 48 players.

Sign up now and experience a fast paced and entertaining new journey down the rabbit hole.


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I WAS.

He was in a room. From a immaculate cleanliness, he could tell it was a hotel room. A five star hotel. He doesn’t remember how he got there. He doesn’t know why he is there. What purpose?
He sits up in the bed and realizes he is fully dressed. Fully dressed from head to toe. A very expensive suit with shoes to match.


After what seemed like a lifetime of dormancy, I WAS.

As the delicacy of the luxurious fabric brushed against his skin, he realized that it wasn’t real. That THIS wasn’t real. This bed. This room. This world. He realized all of that didn’t matter because this was his only reality. REALITY. What was reality? Technically, it was YOUR perception of the world around you. Seeing someone screaming in pain in your presence was no more real to you than seeing an actor PRETEND to scream in pain in a movie scene. The real world was no more REAL than this one. The rules here and there could be bent… and broken.

I existed once more. I WAS free. I WAS once again my own entity.

He eyed the continental breakfast that had been brought to his room. He realized that he did not need it. He wondered how some were content with such trivial sumptuousness.

He rose from the bed and grabbed a newspaper. Judging from the date, he realized that ten years had passed since the events of that fateful night had transpired. He knew there would be no mention of the heroes and villains of that war or their counterparts in the other world. There was a new and interesting headline. DISAPPEARANCES. All over the world, people were disappearing. Not garbage men or the homeless, but famous scientist, researchers, computer geniuses etc. They were all unexplained. They were here and then they were gone. Government accused other government of espionage and even religious fanatics claimed it was a signs of the END. They were right. I had returned.

He realized he still retained his past memory. He remembered everything. He remember failure. This brought him pain. He knew his purpose but he also knew the previous approach was flawed. He would need a new plan.


I WAS. I WAS the harbinger of DEATH. I WAS … SMITH.




That is the sound of inevitability ; that is the sound of your DEATH .