That Guy With the Mafia.com Sign-ups

[Pleatherface]

Previously on ThatWithTheGlasses.com

The Nostalgia Critic stood there in the vast convention center, surveying the damage.. His nearest and dearest friends slayed by invading forces that sought only his death, with no greater ambition than to steal his website, and run it for themselves.

He was exhasted from the secret battle that had raged on for days, injured by a would be assassin's bullet the first night he carried on, but even now as the end came his shoulder still hurt like hell, yet that was nothing compared to the true loss he suffered.. His tie... Those bastards tore his tie.

His vision obscured by the copious amount of dried blood coating his glasses, he could barely make out the last threat standing at the other end of the convention center. The last one.. There had been others, strangers to him that had all fallen. This one was different from them.

The Critic knew he had no interest in the website, not personally, no.. This proud bronze skinned warrior who had slain friend and foe alike was not doing so because he wished to. He was doing it because his father asked.

It saddened the Critic to think the proud and noble hero would within seconds try to end his life because of the whim of another, and it saddened him deeper still to know he'd have to stop him the only way he could, with a bullet.

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Puppetfunk fell down, blood draining from his well-toned form, the trusty knife that had just moments ago dug deep into the Nostalgia Critic's stomach, the knife that would allow him to ignore the several bullets buried in his chest, and finish the job his father demanded be done... Was sadly now out of his reach.

He gasped for breath, but found none willing to enter his lungs. His eyes gazed loosely at his injured foe, as the Critic stumbeled about, weary with blood loss, taking aim to finish him off.

"Goo... Goodbye, old friend." Puppetfunk slurred out as the Critic nodded and pulled the trigger one last time.

Puppetfunk is dead. he was Turkish Rambo, Ed Glaser Aligned, The Turkish Version of Rambo

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The Critic sighed a sad heavy sigh of relief. The Coalition of Disney Evil had been defeated, and Turkish Rambo had been put out of his misery, no longer a servant to his dark master's evil desires.

Now, it was time to honor the fallen, and rebuild.. Game over. Until the next time.

Next time:

1. Ben

2. Ruki

3. HTTK

4. DavidMario

5. Split Second

6. Eddie G

7. Burny

8. LCS

9. King Curtis

10. Ace

11. Pizza

12. Bigsheep

13. Hajj

14. Norro

15. WOC

16. D-Extreme

17. DMN

18. Sousa

19. Nabeel

20. Oldskool

21. Molly

22. Chimpy

23. Forky

24. Hugobombski

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26.

27.

28.

29.

30.

Sign up, trust me this is a good one.

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Got 6 more to go.

Edited May 5, 2010 by Pleatherface

[Benjamin]

I'm in. Though I have no idea what this is about.

[Ruki]

Hi! I'm Ruki, I eat it so you don't have to!

(In)

[HailtotheYo]

ok

[DavidMarrio]

im in but probably be confused as hell lol

[Ruki]

Here! Now all of you can stop being confused.

[Jimmy]

Yeah please (Y)

[EddieG]

In!

[theburninator77]

In... time to read up.

[Sir Alan LCSugar]

I'll play

[King Ellis]

This is Chester A. Bum saying; Mafia? Ya got Mafia? Aw come on, help a guy out will ya!

[Ace]

Like hell I'd miss this.

In.

[Ace]

Like hell I'd miss this.

In.

[Pizza]

I made a complete ass of myself in the last Pleather game and still won somehow. So in.

[Commander Sheepard]

Sure, would like to be in.

[Hajjhowe]

Memememememe

[The Mask of Norro]

Norro wishes to join in this game, so that he may one day rule the world!

OF COURSE!

[wrathofcarnage]

Dibs on Spoony Cult.

[deangelo]

ok

[D-Extreme]

IN