Yeah, I'm all for it. But the difficulty should be in the network game, not in the form of drug references in the newspapers.
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Here's the first newspaper:
The beginning of the war.
Prologue
A tall, broad-shouldered man, with a thick black beard, slightly streaked with gray, took off a large ruby pendant from his neck. He stood before three steps, on the highest ridge of Colvir. He was waiting for the moon to illuminate the Path for him. From there, ascending to Tir-Na Nog't, he could go into the Reflection. And this Amulet would go to one of his sons.
High above his head, a faint silhouette suddenly appeared on the edge of visibility. As this silhouette intensified, sparks began to appear. The first lines appeared above the rock, as thin as a spiderweb. Bands of moonlight became more tangible. The outlines of the city above became clear, and the staircase became fully visible.
Green rings on the man's hand sparkled, no less than the ruby in his hand. Sighing, the man began to climb the steps.
"The beginning has been laid. I hope I'm not making a mistake," he muttered. With these words, the ruby light faded, disappearing into the distance.
***
He was still mentally going over all the curses he could remember. And although he managed to escape from the hospital where his ill-wishers had put him, he couldn't come up with the best plan for his next actions.
"Brake here, at the corner," he ordered the taxi driver. "Don't wait for me."
With the money he received from the "jailers," he was able to dress decently in the first store he came across: black trousers, a silvery-gray shirt, and a black jacket. It was time to decide where to go so as not to fall into the hands of his enemies. Perhaps he should go to the so-called "sister."
***
The shadow waited to attack. The shadow had long mastered the basics of Fire Magic. This allowed it to remain elusive to everyone. Who is everyone? The thought flashed through his mind. A momentary confusion... Everyone is everyone! That's the answer. It's worth reciting the spell... Something distracted the Shadow, something that was similar to it. However, it was different in essence. A terrible pain pierced his head. NO! Not THAT! I'M HERE, I'M ONLY HERE!!! AND I SEE THE GOAL!!! A wave of his hand, raised by insane magic, and a body fell onto the Versailles carpet.
Spoiler
"I hear the call. The War for the Throne of Amber has begun," the words whispered softly, like the waves rolling in. "It is necessary to find the traitor and make him pay!"
"I will try, Queen," the answer whispered just as softly.
***
The man was tormented by anger. Anger was an inexhaustible source of motivation, a symbol of his revenge! Therefore, noticing a lone figure, he attacked.
A little later, when the veil of rage had cleared from his eyes, the man realized that he had made a mistake.
"Never mind, one less devilish spawn!"
Spoiler
***
A Fakir pulsed violently on his left wrist. That means it's time to get out of here... He could already hear the sound of the Horn. Soon a bunch of hounds will come running... Who won't let him leave. Stroking the faithful bit with his finger, the man preferred to disappear. He did everything he could, the rest was reported by the Wheel.
***
He gazed thoughtfully into the distance, admiring the changeable sky of the Chaos Realms. Today, he suffered a setback. Well, as one of the nations inhabiting the Reflection Earth says, the absence of news is also news.
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Under the spoiler, there are no nicknames of the killed and clues to the killers, as there should be...
Added 2 minutes ago
So, the question is: is the newspaper completely incomprehensible? Is it a blind game? Explain, if I don't indicate the nicknames of the participants, but indicate the actions of the characters, is this a blind game????
Added 4 minutes ago
Therefore, I am satisfied with the current option - in general, there is its own vision of the mafia here, but from time to time experimenters with brilliant ideas come and bring diversity and satisfy those who are tired of the current state of affairs.
Profanum vulgus et inscium ne attrectato:
Omnesque Astrologi Blenni, Barbari procul sunto
Qui aliter facit, is rite sacer esto