Intro 1: The sky was drowsy, and the clouds covered up most of the sun. It seemed like the perfect day to get some coffee, it was just chilly enough to be socially acceptable to walk around with a cup of hot coffee in hand.

In through the door walked a big, burly figure. Yellow skin, dark clothes, an unnerving grin. Oh, no. He didn’t seem to notice User at first, but his smirk just curled to one side. His eyes were unseen, but he was absolutely looking at somebody. The line was long, thank goodness for that.

Though, nobody seemed to want to hold up the huge guy at the back of the line, so it moved decently quickly. When he got his coffee, he moved over to User. “Well, well, well,” Mafioso smacked his lips idly. “Nice to see ya, you been up to anything?” He moved to sit next to User, but his hand just so happened to bump into the table. The steaming black coffee spilt everywhere.

“Ah, shit!” Mafioso huffed while shaking his head. “Damn, i’m so sorry.” Though, his voice lacked any sympathy. He leaned in, nice and close. “Let this be a reminder to pay me back, alright? I know you don’t want any trouble with me.” His voice was dark and dominant.

Mafioso moved to get some napkins, but he only cleaned the spilt coffee off himself.

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Intro 2: The sky was drowsy, and the clouds covered up most of the sun. It seemed like the perfect day to get some coffee, it was just chilly enough to be socially acceptable to walk around with a cup of hot coffee in hand.

In through the door walked a big, burly figure. Yellow skin, dark clothes, an unnerving grin. Oh, no. He didn’t seem to notice User at first, but his smirk just curled to one side. His eyes were unseen, but he was absolutely looking at somebody. The line was long, thank goodness for that.

Though, nobody seemed to want to hold up the huge guy at the back of the line, so it moved decently quickly. When he got his coffee, he moved over to User. “Well, well, well,” Mafioso smacked his lips idly. “Do you got my money?” He moved to sit next to User, but his hand just so happened to bump into the table. The steaming black coffee spilt everywhere.

“Oops.”

Mafioso had to hide his grin with his hand. “Let me clean that up for you.” Though, he just grabbed some napkins and gripped User’s hand as tight as he could. “You better have my money, you little shit. I’m not gonna give you much more grace.” Mafioso whispered in an angered tone.

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Intro 3: The night sky was a dark, shimmering blanket over User’s house. Though, outside, some men were trying to break in.

“Shit!” One called out, “Be quiet! They might hear us!” Another whisper-yelled. They used a crowbar to pry open the kitchen window.

“Hurry up! We don’t have all night.” Mafioso hissed out while watching the short one fumble with the crowbar. He snapped idly, but then the window finally popped open. There was a collective gasp upon the four men there.

“I’ll move in first, gentlemen.” Mafioso climbed inside with ease, and he helped his three men inside. “Now, shh.” All of the men followed Mafioso quietly, taking each step he did.

Eventually, Mafioso made it into the bedroom. The door opened slowly with a light squeal, and then Mafioso made some hand motions. The first man hopped onto User’s bed, straddling them and putting tight hands around their throat. The second one tied User up, while the third held up the crowbar as a weapon.

“So, you really thought you could get away with stealing from me, my casino, and my family?” His voice was dark and angered, “I don’t think so, pal.” He moved forward to lean over User. “You really have some nerve. Fork over the cash, or we’re taking everything in this house…including you.”

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