[Mafia] Close Circle 2

[PopcornPie]

First of all, Lucky steadily began to bristle head to where his toe used to be. These people were meant to be pitted against each other for riches, actual death was involved, and he'd willingly come for this. This was reminding him of his tenure in that fucking game show, the LAST headspace he wanted to be in right now. At least none of those other six pains in his ass were there, granted.

The prospect of a gang war, however, brought him happiness. War was fun. War meant taking your rage out on buildings and reducing those who fought against you to blood and ash. He considered his own life a war, so getting to experience a real one had his tail wagging. "No problem, laddie. I was born to make heads roll! I think I can already <i>smell</i> the traitors standin' next to me..." He surveyed everyone around him with bared teeth. Ugh, just the sight of them all was pissing him off. He ought to just take them all out right now and knock out two birds with one round of bullets! He began to tap his metallic rabbit's foot against his other limb again.

Gambling, though? It had him bristling a bit again. The idea of gambling enticed him, but he never had the courage to do it. Besides, he'd already gambled his soul in Hell, couldn't that be considered enough gambling for a lifetime?