The Beach Mafia

Just got back from having barbeque at Dockweiler beach, and playing a game of Mafia with several Hollywood types. Mafia is a summer camp favorite in which a handful of individuals among a group of twenty are secretly mafia assassins, and the others must rely on their powers of deduction in order to capture the criminals before everyone is assassinated.

What I learned from this game is that I'm an awful judge of character, having made several false accusations, and ignoring the young woman to my right, who masterfuly played the innocent while slaughtering several of my fellow players. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one; the civilians as a whole voted to execute several innocent people in the pursuit of justice.

I myself was formally accused of being mafia late in the game, and was forced to defend myself before my peers. A girl quietly said to me, "I think you're mafia." Which unleashed a chorus of "Kill him!"

But all was eventually forgiven, as the civilians triumphed - the last mafia member was eating a smores, which led to his downfall: "He's eating! He's mafia!"

And the result was a catharsis of relief and joy as everyone gave each other high fives under the moonlit sky. As we were recounting the game's events, I told someone, "You got killed for completely arbitrary reasons."

Someone said, "Everyone did."