It's only days until this big, mysterious, exotic event now that everyone is talking about, I think they called it krismas or maybe it was christnus. All internet-bought presents have arrived, the lines of cars in the city is dumbfoundingly slow, and the sky absolutely shines of absolute gray unshinyness. The secretive nature of my existance forbids that my by name related family would suspect any form of wishes for this event, thus I can hope no more for fun presents in the direction indicated by green, pointy arrow. The red pointy arrow seems to be working well, though, to my apparant relief and satisfaction.
Do you know a "party"game called Mafia? It absolutely rul-ez. Play it with all your friendly neighborhood manipulative bastards, excentric old men and psychopathic dictators. It's not only a perfect game to spend time, witch-hunt your friends, test your subterfuge-skills and murder the innocent, but also a great way to get to know people (as long as they dare to play with you). The rules are to find on Wikipedia, though they appear slightly more complicated than they are in practice, thus allowing you to practice your tactical skills before even knowing the game. Go ahead. Kill someone. Or even better: fool someone else to kill someone innocent.
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