Mafia... igraem?

[Hans Andersen]

nus? ov a mafia... xaxum? :D

[Jane]

online ?

[Hans Andersen]

ha, lriv.

ory ktevi 48 jam, gishery - nujnpes

[никто]

такое впечатление, будто здесь никто не любит эту игру

[4th]

все кто любит, просто любит ее в реале:)

[Hans Andersen]

a chto u vas est' i online opyt?

[DijiTall]

karanq online zilina xaghanq?

[AvDav]

multiplayer mafia? isk serveri het inchqan aragutyun pti lni? :D

[Jane]

xaxaceq, tesnem vonca ... ya che-to ne predstavlyayu

[Азазелка]

nus? ov a mafia... xaxum? :D
Играем :)
Где, когда ?

[Hans Andersen]

de henz mi 10-20 hogi havaqvi, ksksenq :)

stex irakanum shat hetaqrqir kara lini, qani vor mardik kan, vor irar real-um giten, irar xasjat lav giten, itd itp

[nimf.net]

xaxanq chtoli

[никто]

)))) lavneq, здесь уже есть 9 человек, нехватает одного

[Hans Andersen]

****, i got killed :(
hn, xaxum enq? :D

Cottonmouth clutched his satchel with great care as he stalked his target down the street. He was going after araav, to end his rampant spread of information throughout the community. Something they felt should have been done sooner, better late then never he thought. Opportunity sprung when araav turned into a quiet street. Cottonmouth waited for him to get well away from anyone who might hear his cries before assaulting him. One by one Cottonmouth flung four tiny poisonous needles into araav's skin. araav tore them out effortlessly and began running away in fear. Cottonmouth followed swiftly knowing the poison would soon take effect though very little of it had been used. He injured araav six more times with them chasing after him. araav began to slow, his heart pounding and his veins pulsing. He got out his cell phone but Cottonmouth planted a needle directly through the center, disabling it. He finished off araav by thrusting his remaining four needles into his skin and leaving him at the prey of the poison.