|Size||10 Players (Small)|
|Start Date||April 28, 2009|
|Winning Faction||Turncoats (Baddies)|
|First to Die||CherryLane|
|Last Remaining||JarZe, IDoNotExist, SparrowHawk, Einkil|
|MVP||IdoNotExist & Einkil|
Alchemic Anarchy was a game designed and hosted by Itachi-san based on own design.
It began on April 28, 2009 and ended in a Turncoats (Baddies) win in D5 (May 8th, 2009).
Game Mechanics Edit
10 players, no BTSC, 24 hour cycles, lynches during the day - [will kill everyone but the Immortal and the Bomberman but still reveals all IDs], no mandatory night actions, night post will not include spy actions and usually only bare necessities
The Guild wins by killing all the troublesome Loyalist Alchemists
The Loyalists win by killing the Freezer and the Shadowman and Imprisoning the Immortal.
It's the year... and it takes place in... who cares? All you need to know is that 3 of the world's greatest alchemists have torn up their allegiance to the Republic of Loyal Alchemists and have recently joined the Guild of Calamitous Intent. Thus begins the battle to reclaim the safety and dignity of the streets of...
The Turncoats: wins by killing all the troublesome Loyalist Alchemists
- The Immortal: Yes, he's immortal. But if he's imprisoned then good enough. The only way he can stay in prison for good though, is if his cronies are taken out first. He can deduce someone's ID each night with 3 exceptions (The Gasman, The Shadowman and the Collector). Also, he can kill every even night, but the Gasman and the Collector cannot be killed by him under normal circumstances. If the Gasman is frozen also, he will be killed. If the freezer is dead, the Gasman will die if targeted twice in the entire game by the Immortal, but one of those must be after the Freezer's death. The Collector will survive one attack from the Immortal, but no more. If the Metallurgist is killed, the Immortal will be imprisoned for good if he is the last Turncoat and is lynched.
- The Freezer: Can freeze one person each night nullifying their action for the night. If he freezes the Flamer twice, the Flamer is toast.
- The Shadowman: Stays in the shadows and avoids any ID spy. Can pull someone into the shadows each night. That person will not have their vote count the following day and will not be able to perform the following night.
The Loyal Trustworthies: wins by killing the Freezer and the Shadowman and Imprisoning the Immortal
- The Flamer: May kill each night. The Immortal and the Gasman cannot be killed by the Flamer. The Collector can survive his attack once.
- The Gasman: Literally using a gaseous body he can avoid any ID spy unless he is frozen. Highly skilled in medicinal alchemy, he can heal any wound but often forgets the limitations of the sluggish human body. If his services are needed, his patient will only be able to survive his hellish surgery for 2 nights following the night they were 'fixed'.
- The Bomberman: A highly volatile alchemist. He wants to do good, but can't keep from blowing the scene. He cannot be killed by a lynch. If he is visited at night, there is a 1/3 chance he will blow up his guest, a 1/3 chance they both will blow up and a 1/3 chance they both will have a pleasant evening. Will self-destruct after 3 days if not voted to be lynched before then.
- The Craftsman: Armed with an uncanny array of gadgets, the Craftsman can find a way to figure out almost any ID. Not the Shadowman, the Gasman or the Collector. Each night, the Craftsman selects one player to spy on.
- The Metallurgist: With the ability to bend and shape all metal to his will, he can forge a prison for anyone. He can hold a person in prison as long as he is not visited by anyone during the nights following the imprisonment. He is skilled, but easily distracted. While imprisoned, the victim's vote does not count and they cannot perform night actions. The Metallurgist may only keep one player in prison at a time. He may also release a prisoner, but he cannot release and imprison on the same night.
- The Brewer: Can somehow slip some poison into anyone's midnight snack. His victim will die the following night unless the Brewer gives them an antidote. The Brewer does not have time to brew a poison and an antidote in the same night though. The Immortal and The Gasman are immune to any poison. The Collector is immune to one dose, but cannot fool the Brewer twice.
- The Collector: Unbeknown to everyone, the Collector has mastered almost all their skills but may only use each skill once in the game. He has nearly mastered immortality, but cannot duplicate his defenses to certain killers. He may freeze, shadowbind, burn to death, avoid ID spies, heal the near-dead (whether needed or not, he only gets one try), spy (not the Gasman or the Shadowman) and poison, all once per the entire game (except avoiding ID spies - he has mastered this and will do it the whole game).
Host's Summary Edit
Game Idea and Expectations Edit
Winning Faction Edit
- IDNE - the Freezer
- Einkil - the Immortal
- Limey - the Shadowman
Day and Night Posts Edit
The city slumbered as Kat walked steadily in the brisk night. Hands in her pockets, she quietly whistled to herself as she meandered down the darkened sidewalk. She wore a trench coat and the collar was pulled up to hide her face from the chilly wisps of air that ceaselessly hit her. Tipping her fedora up, she calmly glanced down a shadowy alley. Something was there! ...Just a cat? The scrawny alley cat leaped across the dumpster it was standing on and sped off down the alley into a pitch black passage and out through a rusty gate. Kat only knew the gate existed from the sound it made as the Kat rushed through it. It was completely dark toward the end of the alley. A little too dark for Kat's suspicion not to be roused. She leaned forward to peer deep down the corridor, but the shadows were so dark it was as if they were pulling all visible light right into them. Squinting and staring, Kat began to take tiny steps toward that hidden gate. Just what is this ominous feeling? *blink* What was that? Did the shadows just move? She looked around frantically to see if anything else would change, but it didn't. *blink* Kat straightened up and scoffed at the dark alley. I must be going mad... *blink* When her eyelids opened she briefly saw what looked to be a human form flowing through the shadows on the alley's wall. *blink* it was gone. Just a paranoid hallucination she thought. *blink* But her eyes never saw anything else this night. In a violent whoosh Kat had completely disappeared. Only the traces of litter and leaves by her feet whirled around in a mini-tornado. The shadows of the alley lightened to a dark grey as the black pools that had claimed her receded back through the metal gate through which they first entered the alley.
Folding his laptop closed, the Craftsman took his self-made spectacles off and walked to his fridge. He took out some leftover pasta, a slice of cake and a nearly spoiled carton of milk. As he poured the milk, he felt a chill so strong that he dropped the milk making a messy explosion on the kitchen floor. But he didn't wait around to see it pool around the legs of the wooden table. He ran through the kitchen, the living room, grabbed a small suitcase that had been leaning against a chair and pulled what looked like binoculars from the bag. They were attached to a very sophisticated headset though and the entire contraption was rigged digitally and already uploading to a portable hard drive. He looked up and down the silent streets, into every alley he could see, even into every neighbor's window that was still lit. Nothing. Damn... it must have been the Shadowman. He was always one to make the first move... I need to get ready.
JarZe couldn't remember anything. He couldn't even see! With no idea as to where he could be, he began to quietly call "hello". The words echoed off of the vaulted ceiling and wide space he must have been sitting in. Then footsteps. JarZe strained his ears and tilted his head to try and hear anything he could about the steps, but they were perfectly routine. No oddities at all. He wouldn't have been able to discern anything about this person if only he had just kept his mouth shut.
???: You!? that really you??
JarZe: That voice... the Blade!? Is that you! Answer me!
the Blade: Yea that's me. 'member this sound?
JarZe cringed at the sound of two metal objects scraping across each other. No doubt were they the blades he could conjure from those God-forsaken gauntlets the Metallurgist had once crafted. Back when they all were on the same side. All in the pursuit of gaining knowledge, without all these curren complications. JarZe lowered his head slightly and sighed.
JarZe: So you've sided with the Guild after all...
the Blade: the Guild!? Hah! Give me more credit than that! It's true I'm sorta workin' for 'em, but only for the money, not for the principle. But I think I'll have to hold back today.
JarZe felt a sudden gust as the Blade must have leaped over his legs and was clearly speaking only a few inches away from JarZe's face.
the Blade: As much as I need the money, I ain't fool enough to mess with that body of yours. I'll see ya around Bomberman. It was fun catchin' up with ya after so long! ...Oh and when you finally free yourself, don't bother checking back here for me. I never use the same place twice ya' know? 'Sides, you got bigger fish to fry than me.
HONK! HONK! BEEP! BE HONK EEEEPPP! HONK! BEEP! BEEEEEEEP!
"Get off the road you psycho!" "Idiot!" "WTF!!!???" "ZOMG!"
HONK! HONK! BEEP BEE BEEEEEEEPPPPP!!!!!
As if he didn't hear anything, the Immortal casually strolled down the center of Main Street. Cars swerving left and right, drivers screaming, people yelling. Such calamity amused the Immortal, but he still wore a deadly look on his face. A face that seemed to say to those shouting at him: "shout if you must, but leave this maniac alone while you still have a choice." Just as he decided to leave the road before he started complete mayhem in the center of the city, his cell began to vibrate. Still sauntering down the yellow line, the Immortal calmly lifted his phone out of his pocket, looked at the caller's name and scowled. But he still answered.
the Immortal: What do you want?
the Blade: Oh... Hi! I uh... uh... I just wanted to make sure everything was still on the up and up with us.
the Immortal: Do you mean how you left the package I sent you without completing your obligations?
the Blade: Well, ya know... it was the frikkin Bomberman man! What did you expect??? I can't go toe to toe with that dude! It's insane! I mean...
the Immortal: Silence! Listen to me closely you half-assed version of the Metallurgist. You will hereby forget I even made the mistake of asking for your help. Call me again and I'll kill you myself. *end*
Blowing some hot air up his face, the Immortal strode off the street causing a final 3 car accident on the shoulder of the road. He ducked into the shadows of the store awnings. "When you want something done right, you have to do it yourself... lucky for you Bomberman, you're not my most pressing matter...."
JS finished strapping on his Swine Flu mask and picked up a few bags of materials he thought he may need soon. He walked around his sparse house, making sure to turn off every light and unplug every appliance (within some reason) and check and recheck each knob on the stove. "Off. Off. Off. Off... and ... Off." He turned to head toward the front door, but his mind just wasn't satisfied with those two checks and he returned to the kitchen, toying with the straps o his mask. "Better safe than sorry I say! Let's see... Off. Off. Off. Off. aaaaannnnnddddd..." JS leaned over to peer inside the oven to make sure it was absolutely off, but in the reflection of the glass on the oven, he could have sworn he saw something move from behind him. He spun around, spilling his bags onto the floor. And then... he was gone.
the Shadowman: Off.
Stopping by a convenience store, PT stifled a sneeze, looked up at the hanging signs and found the Cold Medicine aisle and began mumbling to himself through his tissue. "Ughhhh.... I hope this isn't that ridiculous Swine Flu I've been hearing so much about... What's everyone so worked up over anyway? It's just a flu virus like any other.... just another excuse for the news to work everyone up into a... oh here it is! NyQuil. All I need is some Zzzzzz's... and maybe... maybe... some chicken soup!" PT didn't notice the mothers steering their kids away from the 'sick crazy guy who was talking to himself', as his eyes scanned the ceiling signs once again and found the soup aisle. Focused on the soon-to-be-taste of some hot chicken noodle soup, PT also didn't notice the Brewer slink back into the crowd. And it goes without saying he had no idea that the Brewer managed to slip a homemade nerve-toxin into his NyQuil. Luckily for PT, the Brewer was cautious and concocted the poison with a twenty-four hour delay.
Feeling exceedingly more hungry than usual, CL couldn't help but stop by a street vendor and get a hot dog or three. "Mmmm. It's as tasty as it is bad for me." As she walked down the street, she felt the ominous feeling that she was being watched from above.
???: Lucky for you it will be your last meal...
CL scanned the jagged rooftops of Main Street, looking for the cause of that sickening sensation. Is it the hot dogs I just wolfed down? No, well maybe partly, but no. It was definitely someone. If only it wasn't so dark I could... And then he thoughts stopped at the unbelievable sight before her eyes. A man wearing a ski mask leaped off the top of a building and was headed right for her. The sidewalk was too packed for her to move out of the way though and the man came crashing down on her and two others.
There was a slight blankness in her memory, but then she came to and saw the man that fell, now rising from the still bodies of the two others he fell on. But his legs looked broken and useless... As he stood, his legs seemed to reform back into a healthy sturdiness and his arms and shoulders rolled back into their proper place. He cracked his neck from side to side as the gashes on his face healed before her eyes. The crowd around the two of them began screaming and stampeding.
the Immortal ripped off his mask, letting his boyish hair fall over his eyes.
the Immortal: It's been a while ...CL. Have you missed me?
CL pushed back on the sidewalk but she was too injured to rise. Besides, against the Immortal one person was almost never enough. She just stared back into his murderous eyes defiantly as he pulled his trademark Desert Eagle out from beneath his jacket. The pistol loomed over her as he slowly brought it to a halt aimed right between her eyes. The crowd had mostly dispersed and sirens could be heard blaring from all directions and then ... BANG!!! and thunderous gunshot that ringed around the city walls echoing out like a giant ripple in a pond. The street was vacated, silent and only CL remained when the Police arrived. The Officers reported that they heard a faint crying sound at the crime scene, but they couldn't locate the source and chalked it up to a random sound of the city hardly ever heard due to the constant commotion of public traffic, but they were wrong.
Flashing a badge at the landlord of a rundown apartment in the dangerous side of town, Detective Hughes then whipped out a warrant to search the premises of the entire apartment. The shady-looking landlord deposited the master keys in Hughes hand and then slinked back into the hole he seemed to have crawled out of. Hughes listened for the sound of the landlord's deadbolt swinging shut and then spun around on his polished shoes and waved his hand in a forward motion. Immediately, the front and rear doors blew open and SWAT teams stormed in. Each resident who opened their doors to see what the commotion was quickly ducked right back into their homes at the sight of ten or so rushing men armed with heavy rifles and shotguns. Police surrounded the area, watching all exits and underground escapes. Helicopters swarmed the mid-day sky watching the rooftops. The teams rushed up the stairs and eventually came to room 314 and halted just outside the door, waiting for their Commander's entry order.
Inside, several minutes earlier, Limey stood in his kitchen and pulled a carton of milk out his fridge. It was spoiled. He began gulping it down and then exhaled refreshed. "Hmm. That ain't bad! It's true: you do learn something everyday." After he placed the carton back on the shelf he held his stomach and grimaced. "Ugh.. I guess I just have to get used to it.." Then came the sound of foot soldiers nearing his front door. Raising an eyebrow, Limey collected his thoughts and yanked a piece of chalk from his pocket. He then hurriedly began drawing all over his kitchen a masterful design of chemical symbols and advanced geometric precision. When he finished, he heard the Cops stop just outside of his apartment.
Scorpion Team Leader: Limey! ..Limey!! This is your first and last warning! We are here to arrest you on felony kidnapping and battery of one Fox and one Joe's Student! Come out peacefully!
Limey: Hmph! Fools!
Raising his hands in front of his chest and placing his palms and fingers perfectly over the dual raven tattoos he had on his forearms, Limey had completed the transmutation circle for his alchemy and whispered: "Crouching Panther, Hidden Shadow" Limey's body seemed to melt into his own shadow and spread across the floors, walls and ceiling of his home.
THREE! TWO!! ONE!!! *BOOM!* Two SWAT members pulled the battering ram back as the Scorpion Team entered, rifles shining and then... all was dark. Complete and utter black, like a lear night sky if it had no stars. The tiny flashlights on their rifles were on, but the light they emitted may as well not have existed. The door slammed behind the Scorpions and the remaining Cobra Team only heard the screams. After the calamity ended, the Cobras were able to plow the door open again, but before they entered they were stopped by a gun blast from the rear. It was Hughes. He had fired a single round into the roof to stop their advancement.
Cobra Commander: Hughes get outta here! What the Hell do you think you're doing!?
Hughes: Saving your lives. It's just as I feared. Limey is a member of the Guild of Calamitous Intent. One of those renegade alchemists who have turned their backs on us. the Shadowman, to be precise. And this is the only man who can stop him. A bit late I might add...
From behind the corridor corner Hughes stood next to, emerged JarZe, or so they had been told to call him. He looked slightly embarrassed and held his left arm, shying away. "Sorry I'm late, I just.." Hughes interrupted him though. "Relax. Just get in their and do your thing. You think you can really keep it contained within those walls?" JarZe's uncertain expression became deadly serious. "Yeah. I got this. I've been waiting a long to end this fight. Ever since that bastard took my sister when he left the Loyalists." JarZe motioned for the confused and angry Cobras to pull back and then at the confirmation from Cobra Commander, they did just that, however slowly and defiantly. JarZe nodded and then stood in the open doorway. His trained eyes could see Limey everywhere. he could sense the disgust when Limey saw who he was and realized there was no escape.
JarZe stepped into the room and slammed the almost broken door behind him.
Hughes: Fall Back!! Do It Noooowwww!!!!
Limey's shadow receded to all the farthest corners of the apartment and became extremely dense in those areas. JarZe opened his hands, palms facing upward, revealing tattoos of the Aura Boris. Clenching his fists, spirals of symbols began to wind around his arms exploding the sleeves off his shirt. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!" "Nnnnoooooooo!!!"
The explosion was intense, but highly focused and when the smoke cleared only JarZe remained.
Prof. Templeton lied on his back on the floor of his living room. A spilled glass of water and a cracked bowl lay next to him, both forming stale and half-dried puddles. His feet twitched and his jaw clenched, but try as he must, the poison he had unknowingly consumed was getting the best of him. Blast... Where... could... he... be?
Locking his front door and turning to face the nightlife of the streets outside, sparrowhawk lit up a cigarette and re-tied his boots. Breathing in the cool night air, he took a last interested look at the goings on of the 'regulars' and then lowered his gaze to the sidewalk as the wind rustled through his shoulder-length hair.
The Immortal decided on taking an evening stroll through the fields on the outskirts of the city. He enjoyed stargazing whenever he lost the mood to cause mayhem. Back when he was a Loyal Alchemist, they had called him bi-polar. Well never to his face, but he had developed some unique skill sets during his extensive life and some surveillance skills were always best kept secret. In fact, it was those skills he perfected that had cast the first doubts on his character. The Loyalists had insisted he had committed a taboo and that becoming immortal was nearly the heaviest sin an Alchemist could perform. But the Immortal argued back that it was only considered a sin because nobody else in known history could do it and that they were jealous. Of course neither side backed down and that indeed caused the first crack that spidered into the massive rift that separated the factions presently. the Immortal quickly shook his head of the old memories; someone was coming...
Step after step, sparrowhawk felt his pace slowing. He hadn't even noticed that his arms were crossed and rubbing each other up and down. His breath was coming out in wisps of fog. It was cold. Too cold. Never even catching a glimpse of who he then realized was the Freezer, sparrowhawk's feet began to stick to the ground. Barely able to pull his feet up he only had to step on the freezing ground again to resolidify their soles to the sheet of ice that spread as far as he could see. the Freezer then left his hiding spot and walked behind him. sparrowhawk felt his presence, but could not turn his stiff neck to face him. It felt as if the Freezer was drawing something on his back, but sparrowhawk was too worried to think straight. Oh crap! A transmutation circle?! sparrowhawk tried to speak, but his lips were frozen shut and only murmurs came from the tiny gaps therein. the Freezer activated the Alchemic reaction by thrusting an open palm into the center of the circle which was also the center of sparrowhawk's back. "Relax. You'll live through this night." A five inch thick sheet of ice then spewed out from the circle and enveloped sparrowhawk from head to toe.
Elsewhere, PT took his final breaths, coughing up blood and foaming at the mouth. Where... where... ...
Detective Hughes and his partner Detective Mustang walked out of the rain and into a halfway decent apartment complex on the east side of town. Walking up the stairs they argued about their quarry. Mustang was unconvinced that this Brandonb could be one of the Guild, whereas Hughes was certain that the books checked out in Bb's name at the city's library would only be useful to a mischievous alchemist. Trailing drops of rainwater, the two detectives reached room 420 and stood just out of arm's reach from the door. Tendrils of smoke were rising from within.
Mustang: hmmm. Not yet. I'm not certain what that is.
Detective Mustang crouched and wafted the smell into his nose, smelling deeply. That's odd.... it's just... The door exploded out into the two detectives sending them flying into the far wall of the hallway. Mustang unleashed his USP and fired three times into the room, while Hughes radioed for backup and yelled: "Officers Under Fire!!" The two collected themselves and stormed into the misty room, guns drawn, lights on. An extended shadow of the perpetrator was created in the icy fog of the room, causing two more shots to be fired, but then it disappeared.
Hughes: Damnit! I can't get a lock on him!
Mustang: Take him down if you see him! He's definitely an alchemist and by the looks of it, a dangerous one at that!
Hughes: Roger that. I'll take the perimeter. ..this air... is cold.
Mustang: Yea.. it's just water in the air.. looks like we got the Freezer on our hands..
The two advanced into the room, slowly, but deliberately. Brandonb had ducked behind his sofa in his bedroom, but he knew his hiding spot did not have long before it was compromised. I hate to kill cops, but it seems I have no choice. If it's between me and them, then the obvious choice is myself. I can't let them get away with this and who better to fight rogue alchemists than an alchemist?! Brandonb rolled up his sleeves revealing a cornucopia of geometric patterns, mathematical equations and ancient chemical symbols. A thin streak down both his arms lit up red and yellow amidst many other patterns that remained black on his forearms. He leaped up onto the back of the couch. Hughes and Mustang saw him appear, but were too slow with their firearms. Flames burst from Brandonb's palms as he stared his targets down through the heat-wavered air. Sweat began to form on his brow from the intense flames and all the icy mist in the room melted and dropped to the floor. Luckily, Hughes and Mustang had taken good enough cover and began firing blindly over their heads at Brandonb's last seen position. Bb was forced back behind the couch.
Hughes: Is that..? Sirens!! That was fast!
Mustang: I'm sure it's because of the heavy influx of offiers from neighboring cities. No one wants these crazy alchemists leading this war into their territory! Now focus Hughes! This guy seems to know a lot of techniques.
Brandonb activated another section of his transmutation tattoos and his shadow began to pool liquid blackness around him. His feet began to sink into the abyss. There is no escape from this. But just as the words were formed in his mind, so did a bullet. In hardly any time at all, a sniper team had assembled outside Brandonb's bedroom window and just as the thickening shadow began to devour all light in the room and shroud its maker in a near perfect blindspot, the sniper was able to fire his first and only shot. Brandonb died instantly and tumbled over his couch onto the floor, shadow returning to normal. Hughes checked his pulse, while Mustang called the situation in to the officers outside. After feeling no pulse, Hughes lowered his head. No doubt about it now. I've made an awful mistake.
Mustang: Suspect down. Repeat. the Collector has been taken out. my God... What have we done?
Joe's Student kicked back in an old recliner, springs squeaking as he made himself comfortable. Lazily reaching for the remote he fumbled across his end table and eventually found the controller with his fingers. As the television powered on, he let out a deep exhale of frustration, let go of the remote and lifted his drink back to his mouth. Slowly sipping at it while watching Cricket, he felt completely satisfied. But after a few sips, he began to frown. Something was wrong about this drink. It tasted funny and it was too cold. Nevertheless, he just shrugged it off and downed the whole thing. After several more drinks of the same nature, JS had sunk into a pleasant stupor as the match came to a stunning finish.
JS: Phew... that was a good'n. I'm glad I caught it.
???: Yea, that was a helluva match alright.
Without even turning, JS knew his fate had been sealed. He powered the television off and stared into the Immortal's reflection in the darkened screen.
JS: I knew this time would come. It was inevitable.
the Immortal: Perhaps. Perhaps not. Either way, it's happening so it doesn't really matter.
Bounding out of his chair, JS flipped over the end table he had priorly struggled with and evaded shot after shot from the Immortal's D'eagle. Two more loud shots pounded the walls of JS' home, but he managed to evade them still, before taking the next one in the thigh. He fell over his TV and crashed to the ground with it. the Immortal stood over him, face shaded by the heavy evening shadows and low light in the room. They both remained still for what seemed like eternity. JS leaning on the fallen television, the Immortal, gun in hand and pointed down at JS with authority and menace.
JS: Ya'know. This isn't really like you. You used to be much more flashy and daring. This type of scene... it's just not you.
the Immortal: True, but this war has become bigger than either of us. I've had to resort to getting things done expediently rather than amusingly. Sorry, old friend. ...Consider your death a necessary means to a joyous end.
JS: Heh. Now that's more like you...
Flames exploded from the windows of the Central Alchemist Temple in the heart of the city. The gigantic seemingly indestructible building was literally crumbling to pieces before all their eyes. The entire city's fire department and police force had arrived to salvage what they could, but the devastation had been horrendous and no survivors had yet been found. The fires reflected in Detective Hughes glasses as he watched his hopes for peace vanish into ashes. They had turned up the bodies of most of the elite alchemists already, and thought that surely this was the end of the Trustworthies. The final insult from the Guild. A farewell party for society as they all knew it. Anarchary.
A few blocks away, Einkil walked away from the wreckage. With tears falling down his face and his mouth wide in a wicked smile, Einkil looked the perfect contradiction of tragedy and comedy. But then came the rolling black storm clouds. Irregular and unnatural, Einkil wiped his face with his sleeve and peered evilly up at the bridge overhang above him. It was the Weatherman. Einkil had counted on this dangerous Loyalist, his former friend, to stay away on a mission for the duration of the insurrection, but he had returned early at first word of the chaos that had started four nights ago.
The two old friends caught each others gaze and savored this final union before their inevitable fight began. the Weatherman was quite old and looked his age with a certain dignity, wisdom and experienced power. In fact, both the Weatherman and Einkil were the same age and were friends well before they became alchemists. they had studied together and learned from each other for quite some time in the CAT. Of all people, Einkil knew the Weatherman better than anyone and thus knew just how difficult an opponent he was. Einkil deduced that he could only win through trickery and concocted a scam worthy of such a foe. He would let himself be destroyed.
the Weatherman knelt and touched the ground with his right index finger. In an instant the air pressure and temperatures began to fluctuate and the ground became a sheet of ice than covered Einkil's booted feet up to his ankles. the Weatherman then tilted his head back and let forth a thunderous blast from his lungs and formed a transmutation cirlcle with his outstretched arms. The vicious winds whipped at Einkil's face like leather and the Weatherman raised his arms up to the storm that had gathered and directed a flash of white lightning, thick and brutally powerful, at where Einkil stood. And Einkil was obliterated. Completely and utterly destroyed. All that remained were the scorch marks and cracked earth and wood where the enormous bolt had passed through him.
the Weatherman exhaled in relief. Hmph. If I were here when this began, this twisted rebellion wouldn't have lasted a day... But after that, the Weatherman's thoughts ran dry. His mind clouded. When he looked down at the pain, blood spilled from his gasping mouth and ricocheted off the already blood-soaked pointed stick that jutted from out his stomach. Looking over his shoulder, the Weatherman saw the sad truth. the Immortal just couldn't die, no matter how broken down his body got, it would fuse and regenerate again and again. The taboo of Alchemy. Immortality. Would indeed lead to all their ruin.
the Immortal: Sorry old friend. I wished it would never come to this, but in the end you were just another easily overcome obstacle. We were always so afraid to try completely destroying my body, that we never pushed my technique to its fullest potential. It happened five years ago, when I first set the plans in motion for this coup. the Radioactiveman caught wind of it and...
Einkil's friend's head fell back onto his chest. Life had left his eyes. With a sniff, Einkil laid his dear friend on the cold concrete with respect. After a last look, he checked his watch. Almost time. Everything's going exactly as planned. hehehe. hahahaha. MU-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAH!!
The remaining Loyalists gathered in the pitch black of night. having arrived first, the Brewer greeted each with a certain dissatisfaction. Given the heightened amount of tension and caution, everyone had arrived with their faces shrouded by one thing or another. the Brewer wore a gasmask, one of his accomplices wore a hood and a bandanna and the other wore a ridiculous mask of Captain Kirk. The Brewer exhaled an uncertain breath as he tilted his head up along the outside of the City's Water Treatment Facility. "Alright. This will be the end. Everyone to your positions! I'll begin my preparations here. It should take me about 20 minutes for me to brew it. ...Go!"
5 minutes later...
the Immortal descended on a freight elevator with no walls toward the bottom floor of the facility. Youthful hair waving in the breeze he laughed delightedly and then yelled down to the Freezer who was wearing a black ski mask and making some changes to the Facility's running programs. Dead frozen bodies were strewn about the complex and the walls and floors were covered with transmutation circles encased in ice, dripping icicles where they could. "I'm sure those pesky Loyalists have arrived by now! Why don't you greet our guests!? I'm sure you can handle them by yourself... right?"
the Freezer: With pleasure
5 minutes later...
the Immortal was checking the readings of the water output while making a few calculations, totally oblivious to the world around him. But then he heard the faint sound of a belt buckling and a helmet clasping. Turning his gaze slowly over a shoulder he saw that someone must have been left alive from his and the Freezer's dramatic entry some time ago. A lab worker approached him wearing the full outfit of one of the plant technicians. But when he walked within a twenty feet of the Immortal, he was nearly recognized.
the Immortal: You... you!? Hehe. Do you realize who you're pointing that gun at? Eh!?
5 minutes later...
the Freezer and one of the Trustworthies fought like wild animals on a scaffolding outside the facility. Every time the Freezer was about to ice his opponent, he was successfully countered and thrown to the ground, time after time. And it was frustrating him.
the Freezer: Damnit! Hold still for a second! will ya?!
???: I can't let you by. It's imperative that I either hold you here or kill you.
the Freezer: Kill me? Heh, as if you could... and judging by your manner of fighting... you don't even strive to.
???: Well done, but uselss knowledge. By the time you realize why I'm holding you here, it will be too la... ah! What!?
A sheet of ice had slowly wrapped around the building in a spiral the entire time they had fought and it had finally connected to the soles of the Freezer's opponent's feet from behind.
the Freezer: After all these years, you still underestimate me... oh well, I doubt it will be a mistake you even have a chance of correcting anyway. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pressing matter to attend to.
4 minutes and 50 seconds later...
the Brewer: Phew. Done. And without a moment to spare...
As the Brewer looked at his potion with admiration he noticed that there was an odd reflection on the rear of the makeshift table he had setup. When the realization of what it was hit him, he also knew he was too late. As he lunged to grab the solution from its stand, he wrapped one hand around the test tube and then the ice spread right over his arm.
the Freezer walked carefully across the frosted and frozen terrain outside the building. He thawed the Brewer's work, but left the man completely frozen in a thick block of ice. Looking carelessly at the chemicals and their mixtures, the Freezer toppled the entire table onto the ground, spilling it everywhere and into itself and then froze over the ground once more. Retrieving his cell from his pocket the Freezer called the immortal. "All clear. Go ahead with the plan."
the Immortal: Good... oh by the way... you wouldn't believe the two people who are holding me up right now...
the Freezer: I think I have a pretty good idea about one of them.
the Immortal: Heh. Well, do you want to return and join the stalemate?
the Freezer: Heheh. Yeah, let's end this!
5 minutes later...
the Freezer joined his fellow Turncoat and unveiled his Glock that he only carried for when his Alchemic powers were worn thin. the two Turncoats faced off with the two Trustworthies for the final time. So much life lost, but now was the time for the Loyalists to stop the bleeding of innocents. To end this heinous uprising. But they all four knew that their showdown would not end until the Trustworthy frozen outside had thawed and rejoined the group. Only then could the tides turn.
|Day 5 The Nightmare Begins! Anarchary!|
the previous night...
the Freezer took a careful look at sparrowhawk's equipment and various potions and synthetic compounds. Each labeled neatly. sparrowhawk was completely frozen and could only watch the Turncoat remove a vial of confusion serum and walk over to his frozen opponent. Placing his little finger on the ice right over sparrowhawk's face he chanted an alchemic reaction and the frozen slab covering sparrowhawk's face began to melt and fell to the earth, shattering into innumerable shards. Like an ice luge, the Freezer poured the confusion serum onto the ice and it trickled into sparrowhawk's mouth. He then set in motion the reaction that would thaw sparrowhawk in time for the Immortal's plans to finally take root and he threw the rest of sparrowhawk's chemicals onto the ground, mixing them, diluting them, making them unusable, and freezing them over with a lasting sheet of thick ice. Whistling softly, going about his routine work, the Freezer returned to a deadly showdown at the request of his master.
The four remaining alchemists faced off, guns drawn. They formed a circle that widened as time passed. the Immortal, codename JarZe, codename CPB and codename IDNE all slightly pressed their triggers.
the Immortal: Oh please Bomberman, we all know it's you. Can you please take that ridiculous Star Trek mask off so I don't have to look at William Shatner anymore?
JarZe: Heh. Fine. I suppose you have a point.
JarZe lifted the mask, pulled the string over his ears and tossed it away. As the mask fell to the ground like a heavy feather, the side door to the facility's computer room opened so hard that the twin doors each slammed against their respective interior walls. All four duelists looked over at the disheveled sparrowhawk, who raised a pistol of his own. He had a mad look in his eyes. He looked delirious and upset. He pointed the gun at IDNE, then CPB, then IDNE, then CPB...
sparrowhawk: eeney *IDNE*, meeny *CPB*, ...min..ey *IDNE*, .........MOE!
The bullet pierced CPB's mask, exiting through the rear of the helmet she grabbed while inside, but the noise that followed was a wicked shriek previously unheard of. It sounded like a torrent of extremely hot steam trying to escape through a pin hole. He had shot the Gasman. the Gasman's entire body leaked out through the bullet hole and held itself suspended in the air before all of them to see.
the Immortal: Now IDNE! Get behind me! None of their bullets can harm me, no matter what alchemy they have infused within them.
Just as the Bomberman's bullets whizzed at IDNE and the Immortal, IDNE hid behind the Immortal's body as he absorbed each shot, slowly spitting the bullets back out of himself. IDNE ripped off his ski mask revealing that he was indeed the true Freezer. And he pressed his hands around his Glock 9 and began to chant to it:
the Freezer: Frozen bullet alchemy!
From behind the Immortal's heavily wounded body peaked the Freezer's gun and he shot all three Loyalists, not killing them, but freezing their bodies' movement. Even the Gasman who somewhat solidified into the form of a gaseous human body. What he once looked like before his alchemy had claimed his true form.
the Immortal: Oh please Bomberman, your intuition and deductive skill served you well about my counterpart, but have you not yet adapted your alchemy to quick movement? To... bullets..?
Brandishing his massive D'eagle, the Immortal fired a shot right into the Bomberman's chest. All three of the other alchemists' eyes widened in shock and the Freezer tried to run, but was caught by the arm by the Immortal.
the Immortal: No need to run. My alchemy is the purest and most powerful technique this world has even witnessed. In each bullet is ingrained the exact opposite of immortality. This alchemy, once fired, sucks the life out of a five foot radius of its target.
JarZe's face became red and his skin began to boil. He looked as if he was ready to explode. Light poured out of eyes and his nose and it became too bright to see. But then the reaction began to subside and he returned to his normal look. And his head fell lifeless onto his frozen chest.
the Immortal: *sigh* I really didn't want to kill any of my former friends, but I realized many years ago that it was the only way to get what I want. ...Now gather their weapons Freezer. I'm sure these two had plenty of alchemic innovations we could use.
the Gasman: And what is it that you want? Einkil?
the Immortal: What do I want? Isn't it obvious!?
the Gasman: Surely poisoning the City's water supply is just a large-scale murder. That doesn't really sound like you...
the Immortal: Exactly! Why would I do that then!?
the Brewer: That isn't poison.
the Gasman wanted to look over at the Brewer but couldn't direct his gaze that far due to his solidified condition. If he could have, he would have seen that the effects of the confusion serum were wearing off and the Brewer was now thinking with a clear head.
the Brewer: Just looking at it from here I can tell what it is. It's a sleeping potion. One of my finest that you no doubt stole many years ago.
the Immortal: Heh. At least your chemical eye hasn't deteriorated Brewer. Exactly right! You both know me... well at least you did. But you cannot possibly understand me. I've mastered life and time. As great an accomplishment as that is, it now bores me to no end. ...hmm, well given the circumstances I feel safe in revealing my diabolical plans to you two. Now that there is no escape from them. When I joined the Guild, I took the Shadowman and the Freezer as you now know, to help me succeed in ridding the world of you Loyalists. With you all in the way, I had very little chance of avoiding your interference. Initially, I wanted the Collector to join me, but he turned his back on me. I doubt I could have destroyed him on my own so I thank you Loyalists for finishing that job for me. Heheh. Nevertheless, the Shadowman's sacrifice will not be in vain! the Freezer and I shall now take our frozen thrones and rule this city in the one place that no one can defend themselves!!!
the Brewer: What? What do you mean?
the Gasman: Explain yourself Einkil!
the Immortal: As I said, I've grown bored without the obstacles of death and time to hinder my existence. So I have developed a new alchemy! One that is truly perfect! I will put this city to sleep eternal and rule each person in their dreams!!! In dreams there are no limitations; I can do anything and everything! And you two, my old friends, will watch me until your fragile lives give out!
the Freezer pounded the ground with his palms and alchemic circles formed around them. Giant ice thrones actually did rise from the ground below him and the Immortal and they rose exponentially fast through the ceiling of the water treatment facility and beyond into the sky. All the citizens busily hurrying about on their daily pursuits looked up at the gigantic ice sculptures that had just risen from seemingly nowhere, having no clue as to what they could be and then each one dropped to the ground, asleep and the Immortal prepared his new technique.
the Brewer: But how? So fast? Didn't he only just dump the chemical into the city's water?
the Gasman: This is the Immortal you're speaking of. He undoubtedly set this in motion a while ago. And not just the public water, but most likely every other water consumed here... he's won...
the Brewer: ...
Watching everyone fall prey to his eternal sleep, the Immortal laughed maniacally as he directed one hand toward the Freezer and one hand down toward the city. An alchemic circle of cataclysmic proportion formed through him and extended to the Freezer and down to every person below him.
the Immortal: Secret Alchemy. Endless Nightmare!!
End of Game Roster Edit
- JS - the Metallurgist - Killed by Immortal N4
- Cherry Lane - the Craftsman - Killed by Immortal N2
- Prof. Templeton - the Flamer - Killed by Immortal N3
- JarZe - the Bomberman - Lynched but survived D1
- IDNE - the Freezer
- sparrowhawk - the Brewer
- Surge - the Collector - Lynched D3
- Einkil - the Immortal - Lynched but survived D4
- CPB (Andromeda) - the Gasman - Lynched D5
- Limey - the Shadowman - Lynched D2
|List of actions|
Here's the actions each night: (the Bomberman had no night action)