The sound of laughter filled the ballroom at the Smogon Grand Estate. This tends to be the case. After
that one incident (submission 2), the parties in that ballroom never seemed to end. It was almost like a secret club, and there was only one rule: what happens in the Smogon estate, stays in the Smogon estate.
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In an extremely unironic twist, this was also the one rule of the mafia members who lived there.
Ever since that one night where the Godfather fooled everyone, the mafia had decided to take over the University’s Grand Estate as their main place of operations. And every time they had completed a mission, they had a special party, with all of the luxuries that come from living in a Grand Estate. The mafia tended to be carefree people, so you might be able to imagine what their parties are like. When I get back home, I'll say that the mafia members have parties like a mixed drink: they make you slightly crazy and very drunk, but at least it’s a mix.
But here I was, playing dead on the floor, in the middle of a circle of mafia members. They were playing a drinking game. I like drinking games, but this one was plain obnoxious. I didn’t really understand it either. It involved throwing glasses against the wall, and so shards of broken glass floated in liquor around me. I’m pretty sure they thought I was dead, because they sure didn’t acknowledge my existence.
Clang! Another glass shatters against the wall, and all of the men laughed heartily. The glass shards came painfully close to my head, to the point where I could almost feel them.
And then a drunk mafia member began spinning quickly, glass in hand. He threw the glass, and it went straight through the door of the ballroom into the hallway.
The men laughed loudly and began the intoxicated walk to the hallway.
This was my chance.
I, the Supersaint, pulled out my knife. It was time for revenge.