July 13th 2012

"Man I sure do love Gotye. His song is so catchy. I look forward to whatever music he releases next."

Camp Counselor Malion sits in a dirty room with cans and pizza boxes slung everywhere. The kids had just left him... he was having so much fun playing Mafia with all the kids but on the last day he fell asleep and they left him here alone. There was word that the kids had been kidnapped but he knew the truth... they just didn't think his mafia game was fun enough.

"Kids who don't like Mafia? What is 2012 coming to? The Mayans or the Aztecs or whatever were right this really is the end times!"

Camp Counselor Malion didn't have much he could do. As much as he wanted to spread the love of Mafia to all the kids of the world this camp had really drained his funds especially with all the parents calling for refunds.

"It's just not fair I should be able to explore my dreams it's 2012 no time like the present!"

But it wasn't meant to be. He had to sell the campsite and return to working at the family motel with his two brothers Burt and Bart. The Comfort Enn.

"this is just temporary though until I can get back on my feet."

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September 2020

"Did you clean the bedsheets lil bro?" Burt asked a downtrodden man.

"Yes..." came the reply

"Hey cheer up. We know not a lot of people aren't using hotels right now because of Covid and that rumor people died here like 8 years ago but it's fine." Burt said simply. His other brother Bart popping in.

"In fact you'll love this, we're shutting down the Hotel for a week so we can go on vacation!"

Former Camp Counselor Malion perked up at this

"Vacation? Where are we going?"

"Oh... oh. No no you misunderstand. Bart and I are going to Devil's Island for a Weeklong+ Getaway. You're staying here but at least you won't have any work to do."

Former Camp Counselor Malion pondered this.... he hadn't had a week off in 8 years! He would have the Hotel to himself to do whatever he wanted. He could have a movie marathon or maybe go out clubbing and maybe meet someone.

But his thoughts bubbled up once more to the same thing. The thing that had haunted him these past 8 years.

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As Burt and Bart left the Comfort Enn hotel with Former Camp Counselor Malion alone he tried his best to hide his smile. It was time he got revenge. Revenge on all those kids who wouldn't play his Mafia game.

He would get revenge the only way he knew how...

By hosting another Summer Camp at the Hotel and making the most fun Mafia Game ever!

He got on the phone and called up any camp kid he could find. None of them answered but he finally got one on the line.

"Hello this is jeff oh men." The voice came back deep and very un-child-like

"Hi Jeff. This is camp counselor Malion remember my Mafia camp you went to and died day one? I thought you might need another fun camp for you and your 12 year old friends." Malion smiled to himself. This was foolproof. Kids were easy to manipulate.

"Um, for one that camp was lame. and two... that was 8 years ago I'm 20 now. None of us need a summer camp also social distancing goodbye weirdo." Jeff hung up the phone.

20?? That can't be right. How could a bunch of 12 year olds be 20 after 8 years?

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No matter! He'd get some kids. Any kids. He would post a sign up sheet at a local grocery store or at the diner or the strip club and soon he'd have enough kids at this hotel for another fun week+ game of Mafia.

This Would be Fun... they'll see... they'll all see.