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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Haha, I just saw the "quote of the day" here on the blog, relating to the Mafia-game. In case it's moved on:
It is always the best policy to speak the truth - unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.
You were my saviour before by the way. Now I can survive a bit longer. Thanks. And Merry Christmas! ^_^
Woot, who said that? That liar thing?
Also, why don't you let your parents know what you wish for? Not sure I got that one.
Merry Christmas!
Rik: They don't understand what I want when I say it, and if they get a vague idea, they still don't know how to get it.
Sara: I were your savior? I'm not sure what I did to earn that, but I'm glad.
Phaze: Merry Christmas!
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