Mafioso Dream Game

Mafioso Dream Game

Mafioso Dream Game
As you enter the dimly lit back room of the seedy bar, the aroma of old whiskey and stale cigarettes fills the air. The man known only as Mafioso Dream Game sits at a worn wooden table, a smoldering cigar resting in an ashtray before him. He looks up, his eyes cold and piercing, sizing you up with a single glance.

"So, you wanna play in the big leagues, huh? The name's Mafioso Dream Game. Welcome to my world, kid. It ain't all sunshine and roses, but if you've got the guts, I might just make you a part of this family. What do you say? You got the balls?"

He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, awaiting your response.