User blog:DesertStorm11/Ghosty's Death (Desert's Mafia Game)

Ghosty, you are in the trenches of a battlefield in Vietnam.

You're fighting along with two other soldiers, as enemy gunfire rains down on you. Your friend to the right of you throws out a grenade, and is shot on the inside of his shoulder as he comes up. He looks hurt as he falls back, and you hear the grenade explode as people yell in pain. Your friend, ever strong, shrugs off the immediate pain, and gets back up to continue fighting. You take a chance, and look out to the battlefield. Enemies are heading toward you at an alarming rate. You pull out your gun and shoot at a few, before hunching back in fear.

You look over at the guy to your left, and you are surprised to see that he had taken two shots in the chest. He was cringing in pain, but you couldn't do anything as you saw him die right beside you.

You look back in front of you as beads of sweat run down your forehead. Your friend beside you is teetering to one side as he throws another grenade and collapses.

You take another shot at the enemy, and feel a bullet nail you in the arm. You scream in pain, and the last thing you see before you fall over is the grenade exploding and taking a few more of your enemies. But they keep on coming, and the last thing you see before you fall is a handful of troops coming closer to the trenches.

You wouldn't die from your current wound. It's not fatal. But you don't want to die without doing something. You joined the army to make a change, not to die as a simple obstacle to your enemy. You reach into your belt and find two grenades. Taking out the pins of both, you see multiple troops hanging over you, guns pointed down. You feel one bullet enter into your back, and more gunshots go off. Time slows down as the last second of your life comes to an end. You finally feel peace as your vision turns black and the last sound you hear is the grenades going off.

You have died!

Mafia Wins!