Gangs of Denbrain
|Size||21 Players (Super-size)|
|Start Date||August 13th, 2008|
|First to Die||CherryLane|
|Last Remaining||Frost, Johnson, Mekal, Rene83, CrazyPainter, Frozen_in_Fire 2.0, LemonyMelon, CherryLane 2.0|
Mafia VI was a game designed and hosted by Unreality
It began on August 13th, 2008 and ended in a Goodie win in D3 (August 18th, 2008).
21 players: 13 Innocents and 8 other players in 4 factions: 3 Mafioso, 2 Quarky Agents, 2 Yakuza and 1 Indy.
A Few Points to Keep in Mind:
- There will be no clues in any day posts
- There will be no clues in night posts
- Acting on a clue is stupid. I put them into Mafia II so they could be chuckled at retrospectively, not acted on during the game, which fueled bad gameplay in Mafia IV and Mafia V especially
- There WILL be clues, though, but in a different fashion. You'll see
- If someone outs their role, that does not mean they are that role. And even if someone contradicts soon and says that THEY are that role, that means nothing either. Be smart and not trusting. The Doctor and Healer don't have as much saving-power as you might think, and it's risky to come out with a role, especially an Inspector or Spy-like role. Especially since the Doctor cannot save the Inspector and the Healer cannot save the Spy
- Never trust anyone! Even people you think/know are Innocents. The baddies are aware of the advantage of coming out with your role, so be prepared for dastardly tricks
- Laying low is NOT a successful strategy- people get very suspicious (and the host gets mad) if you don't participate, and the inactivity-kill-rule is taken seriously as well
- Nobody's identity is revealed in a night post to any group (killer or otherwise), except the Defender and Bankroller, both of which are publicly revealed. Other things may be logically revealed based on events (ie, only one QA left), but aren't 'officially' revealed (the other QA could be laying low, etc)
- The hierarchy of kills and "what happens first" depends on what actions are taking place that night
- Saving roles are only mentioned if (a) they save someone from death, (b) they achieve BTSC, or ( c ) they try to get into the jail but can't
- Mafia has BTSC
- Yakuza has BTSC
- the two QAs only get BTSC after:
- they both pick the same person to kill (the kill happens)
- one picks the other, the other picks someone (they meet up, but no kill happens)
- they both pick the other person (no kill happens)
- the Janitor and the Ninja have BTSC from the beginning of the game
- the Doctor and Healer get BTSC if:
- they both save the same person
- they both save each other
- one of them saves the other
- the Vagabond and Defender get BTSC if:
- the Vagabond tags the Defender
- the Defender saves Vagabond
CLARIFICATIONS OF DISPUTED POINTS:
- when there is one QA left, he/she can kill every night
- Lord Phoenix is immune only to QAs, nobody else, and is vulnerable to QAs after the transformation
- The Yakuza are part of the Mafia after they get assimilated, ie, they get BTSC and stuff, and their roles are Goons, lowly hitmen of the Mafia with no ability
- Dispatching the SV doesn't cost the Mafia a kill or anything, they can do it anytime via a PM to me
Mafia - 3 Mafiosos (Godfather, Thief, Bankroller) - know who each other are. Can converse freely all the time. The Mafia kills each night. Each of the Mafiosos have a special night ability. The Mafia know who the members of their rival gang, the Yakuza, are (but not who is Oyabun and who is Shatei). WinCon: kill everyone except Mafiosos and Yakuza (regardless of what stage of their game the Yakuza is at)
- Godfather - [any night, not 2x in a row] see the faction of 1 person (a faction is: mafia/innocent/QA/yakuza/GR). The Godfather is told instantly and thus can act on that information that night. Also, Vagabond is a different faction unless the separate win condition was not met, in that case Vagabond appears as an Innocent
- Thief - [any night, not 2x in a row] each night, the Thief can pick from two actions: Steal or Frame. If they Steal, it's an identity theft, and everyone is informed of the breakin (and who was broken into) and the Thief assumes that person's identity tomorrow in case the Spy spies on the Thief. If the Spy spies on the brokenin person, they get their normal identity. If the Inspector was going to be PMed the Thief's identity the next day, they instead are PMed the name of the person broken into. Stealing has no affect on the Janitor's discovery ability. The other action the Thief can do is to Frame one person. Nobody except the Thief knows who was framed, but everyone is informed that a framing did in fact occur. The framing has no affect on the Thief's identity, and no affect on the Inspector, but if the Spy spies on the framed person, they get the results 'Mafioso'. Like stealing, framing does not affect the Janitor's spying ability. Also, see the Janitor role for a special case regarding the Thief
- Bankroller - [can be used every night!] send the host a message which will be posted in the night post- ie, a "message from the Mafia". If the Bankroller dies at any time (night, day, whatever), the Bankroller's identity as a Mafioso is revealed, and also the specific identity as 'Bankroller'
- Mafia Safehouse: the Mafia own a safehouse somewhere in the tangled streets of Denbrain, heavily fortified and highly secret. Each night, they can choose to hide any Mafioso in the safehouse- it can be the same person from the night before, etc. Whoever is in the safehouse stays there all night and cannot kill or be killed- but they can still use their ability. The Bankroller can still pass on his/her message, the Godfather can still collect info from his/her cronies, and the Thief can sneak out in the wee hours of the morning to make a last-minute theft. Since the Mafioso in the safehouse cannot kill, it's fine if there are other Mafiosos to perform the kill, but if there is only 1 Mafioso left, he/she has to make the decision: safehouse, or kill? Exception: the Janitor has the keys to everything, including the safehouse. The Janitor can kill someone inside the safehouse
2 Quarky Agents (Master of Espionage, Master of Deception) - do not know who each other are (at first). The QAs kill each night. Must have both to kill. If they do both pick the same person or each other, they get BTSC. WinCon: kill the Phoenix. However, Lord Phoenix is invincible to the QAs until his/her transformation after the GR dies. If the QAs fail to kill the Phoenix somehow, they are immediately notified (and are given BTSC) and a secondary mission is given: lynch a specific person the next day (the person is chosen randomly by me and is not a QA). If the QAs fail the secondary mission, their aliases are discovered and they are mass-lynched along with the actual person being lynched
- Master of Deception - if the SB lie-detects a statement by the MoD, the MoD can decide what my reply will be (true, false, does not know)
- Master of Espionage - can spy on one person every night. Gets told "innocent" or "baddie" only after the night post. Can be influenced by the Thief
2 Yakuza (Oyabun, Shatei) - a new gang in Denbrain who have BTSC, straight out of the archipelagos of the Far East. The Yakuza kills on every night except the first night, until absorbed by the expanding Mafia crime family (which the Yakuza can then communicate with the Mafia). WinCon: The Yakuza have their own gang goals, but if their goals fail, they will team up with the Mafia. The goals are unknown to the Innocents (and every other non-Yakuza baddie), but everyone will be notified if the Yakuza fail, and after that the Yakuza will be assimilated into the Mafia
- Oyabun - the master of the small Yakuza crime ring. The Oyabun's ability is similar to the Bankroller's, and can be used every night just like the Bankroller's
- Shatei - a common goon of the Yakuza. Has no abilities, but if the Oyabun dies before the Shatei, the Shatei takes the Oyabun's place and gains the Oyabun's ability
Independent - 1 Grim Reaper - a solo spectre of darkness who kills every even-numbered night. Invincible for first night and first day. WinCon: kill the Ninja. If the Grim Reaper fails to kill the Ninja (ie, the Ninja dies some other way), the GR is outta the game
- Grim Reaper ability: the Grim Reaper has an ability called "death scent" which he/she can use on odd nights (ie, the nights that the GR doesn't kill). Death scent allows the GR to "sniff" one player. If/when that player is killed (it could be any time, once they're sniffed they're sniffed forever), the Grim Reaper is given a random living member of the faction of the killers. If the faction that killed the player has no living members, the GR is informed of this. If the person was a QA and is killed by the Vagabond, and the Vagabond is still alive, the GR is given the Vagabond's identity. If the person is lynched, the GR is told the name of a random living Innocent. The player that is 'sniffed' is informed that they have been 'sniffed', but the group as a whole is not
Innocents: win by killing all the baddies. Each Innocent has a special role...
saving roles = Doctor, Healer, Lord Phoenix
- Doctor - save one person each night. Not same person 2 nights in a row. Can save self only once. The Doctor cannot save the Inspector (ie, the save fails)
- Healer - same as Doctor, but different methods of medicine. The Healer cannot save the Spy (ie, the save fails)
- Lord Phoenix - [cannot be killed by QAs] the master of Denbrain. Little do people know, Lord Phoenix is actually a real phoenix- a bird of fire. This fiery phantasm is capable of repelling the spectral Grim Reaper, and Lord Phoenix takes full use of this, saving people on even nights from the Grim Reaper. Lord Phoenix cannot save himself/herself (for the sole reason that saving someone else effectively saves himself/herself), but Lord Phoenix CAN save someone two times in a row. If Lord Phoenix is targeted on an even night while he/she is out protecting against the GR, the night post says that the player wasn't there, but does not give the identity of Lord Phoenix (though obviously the group/person that went after Lord Phoenix knows). Once the Grim Reaper dies, Lord Phoenix will discover his/her true calling as 'the Phoenix', and transform permanently into the firebird, and discover another purpose (which has to do with saving people, but the common Innocent doesn't know what it is). However, after this transformation, Lord Phoenix becomes vulnerable to the QAs
discovery roles = Inspector, Spy, Suicide Bomber
- Inspector - gets PMed, every day, a baddie identity in this order: Mafia, QA, Mafia, QA, Mafia. The order is determined at the beginning of the game by me randomly, so dead people may be included. The Inspector is fresh out of Pengville and is not familiar with how the Yakuza works and never gets PMed Yakuza identities (even if they are assimilated into the Mafia), and of course the GR is un-Inspectable
- Spy - PMs me one player each day, I reveal their role, but not specific role within a baddie faction. If they are Innocent, however, the role-reveal is as specific as possible
- Suicide Bomber - [knows Inspector & is known by Mafia] the Suicide Bomber is an ex-terrorist who is now sided with the Innocents. At any point DURING THE DAY ONLY, the SB can PM to me a victim, and both the SB and the victim die in the explosion. I will make it unclear which of the two was the SB and which of the two was the victim. There is a 1/4 chance that the SB will survive, and a 1/4 that the victim will survive- those events are independent so there is a 1/16 chance both will survive. Again, it will be unknown which of the two (SB or victim) that any survivor(s) are. When the SB PMs in the target, they can either choose to have it announced immediately, or in the day post. If the SB is lynched, they'll be PMed a prompt if they want to blow someone up at the lynching, otherwise it's a normal lynching. If the SB is killed at night, there is a 2/3 chance they will blow up and kill a random one of their attackers. The explosion does not affect the Grim Reaper whether done at night or in the day, so the Grim Reaper will be seen as one of the "survivors" if at day, or if at night, the Grim Reaper will just scythe down the SB as if the 1/3 chance of no explosion occurred. Also, the Suicide Bomber, being an ex-terrorist, is highly skilled at torture and knows when people are lying. Any night, but not 2 nights in a row, the SB can pick one TRUE/FALSE statement that someone has said and PMs it in. I will tell them one of three options: (1) TRUE, (2) FALSE, or (3) the person who said this statement does not know whether it is true or false. The person quoted MUST be still alive. If the person quoted is the MoD, the MoD is PMed and can choose my reply (TRUE/FALSE/does not know). However, there's another catch: it's been a long time since the SB was a torture-happy terrorist, and he/she isn't up to speed with today's pro-lying techniques. There are just some statements that are too ambiguious ("I'm not... a baddie..."), non-true-false ("I like the color blue"), direct-to-test (like "I am Innocent", etc) that the SB just cannot lie detect them. In this case, I will inform the SB and he/she can feel free to choose a different statement
killing roles = Ninja and his/her Defender
- Defender - [knows who Ninja is] every night that the Yakuza kill, the Defender can save someone against the Yakuza only. Also, no matter when the Defender dies, his/her role is revealed
- Ninja - [does not know who Defender is, but knows who Janitor is] ancient warrior and nemesis of the Grim Reaper. While the Defender is alive, the Ninja cannot be killed at night, but the Ninja can be lynched any time. The Ninja kills for the Innocents on prime-numbered nights (2,3,5,7,etc). When/if the Defender dies, the Ninja is vulnerable at night
other roles = Janitor, Vagabond, Policeman, Street Vendor, Tax Collector
- Janitor - [knows who Ninja is] the Janitor, after his/her many years of watching and learning, has adopted many vital skills. Each night, I roll a 6-sided dice to determine the action of the Janitor (Saving, Killing, Eavesdropping (pick three people and get told which two of them have BTSC, if none of them have BTSC, or if all three have BTSC), Discovering (just like Spy), Cleaning (the Janitor is off cleaning and nobody can find him/her to kill), or free choice of the previous 5 if a 6 is rolled). The Janitor picks a person other than themself and then I tell them what the action is, to which they can either decline or carry out the action (or choose the action to carry out, if I rolled a 6). Also, the Janitor doesn't have much possessions or ID and thus the Thief cannot steal from them (the steal fails, but counts as a use, but the Mafia learn the identity of the Janitor of course) or frame them (same deal)
- Vagabond - also known as the Wanderer, the Vagabond wanders around the world, and has seen the ruthless expansion of Quarky, and thus is aligned against the Quarky Agents. The Vagabond, from his/her travel experiences, knows a way to tag suspects, and if the tagged person is a QA, they will dissolved by the taggant chemical the next day (regardless of whether the Vagabond is still alive). The Vagabond is a semi-independent character and wins by killing BOTH Quarky Agents in this manner. Otherwise, the Vagabond wins with the Innocents. If the Vagabond tags the Defender, they are both immediately notified and the Vagabond and Defender get BTSC on the spot
- Policeman - the Policeman/woman (will refer to as male from now on for simplicity) can make one arrest per day. They must PM the arrest to me before the day is up, and the day post will include the arrest. The Policeman cannot arrest himself, nor any dead players (ie, the person lynched that day), nor any players previously arrested. The arrested player spends the following night with the Policeman in the Denbrain jail. The Policeman can ask one question, PMed to me, who is PMed to the arrested player, who PMs back to me. After that, the Policeman can release the arrested player (at which point the arrested player can be their normal role in the night & get killed/saved/etc) or keep the player in jail until morning. If the arrested player is saved and was kept in jail, the saving role cannot enter the jail to save them, obviously. If the arrested player is targeted for death and was kept in jail, depending on what baddie group went after him/her, the player may or may not survive and there may or may not be other repercussions relating to the Policeman and the baddie group (it depends on the baddie group and the circumstances). If a player is kept in jail overnight after the question is asked, they cannot use their night ability, and it also a general finger-of-suspicion type thing. The player is released in the morning and can never be arrested again. If the Policeman is targeted for death, certain things happen depending on who was arrested and whether or not they were kept or released, etc
- Street Vendor - the SV sells tacos, sausages, burritos, gorditos, wraps, pretzels and paninis out on the streets of Denbrain. However, he/she has lots of underworld contacts... the Mafia let him/her sell on this street, or that corner. They could dispatch him/her at any time (via a PM to me) for free. They don't know his/her identity, though. Anyway, back to the SV: they see everything that goes on at night. Who the Doctor/Healer/Phoenix/Defender saves, which QA (MoE or MoD) went after which target, as well as the Janitor's choice of person, the role, and then the decision whether to carry it out. The SV is also told the Innocent/Baddie role of each player that died during the night, as well as if a Masked Lover died during the night. The SV doesn't know anything about the Mafia safehouse, but gets to see who was Framed if a frame occurred, as well as who the Godfather collects info on (but not the result). The SV also knows who the MoE investigates (but not the result), as well as if the SB lie detects, but not who the SB lie detects and not if the MoD corrupts the result. Last but not least, the SV learns who the Grim Reaper used the death scent on, if anyone. Useful for the Innocents? You bet, unfortunately the SV is a contact for the Mafia, if you've forgotten. The SV, at any time, can PM me a message (containing data that the SV knows, but doesn't necessarily have to be telling the truth) which I send on to the Mafia. They can decide when they want to dispatch the SV, if at all. This is a complex and tough role to play, but rewarding
- Tax Collector - each day, can choose one person to remove from the poll that day only, ie, the person chosen cannot vote (and everyone is informed of this as soon as I get the PM and update the roster so that person can't vote). The Tax Collector must PM the vote removal at a time when 50% or less of the people playing have voted- I will check the time on the PM when I get it and compare with the times of posts
Additional Roles: These are roles that are independent of your main role...
- Tiebreaker - randomly determined by me. If there is a lynching tie, and the Tiebreaker is on one of the tying sides, that side wins. If there is a tie but the Tiebreaker is NOT on one of the tying sides, someone has to switch to break the tie
- Masked Lovers - these tragic romantics don't know who the other Lover is, but if one of the Lovers is lynched, they recognize their Lover and the two die together. The Lovers, being tragic and all, consist of 1 Mafioso and 1 Innocent. Thus both Lovers are informed that they are a Lover, but not the identity of their fellow Lover. Specifically, the pick chances are weighted 1:3:5 (in ninths, ie 1/9, 3/9, 5/9). For the Mafia, it's Godfather:Thief:Bankroller. For the Innocents, it's Policeman:Defender:TaxCollector.
- Frozen in Fire - Ninja
- Frost - Inspector
- Lost in Space - Defender
- Cherry Lane - Healer
- Johnson - Tax Collector
- Puzzlegirl - Street Vendor
- Phaze - Lord Phoenix
- Mekal - Spy
- Rene83 - Doctor
- CrazyPainter - Policeman
- Pw0nzd - Janitor
- LemonyMelon - Vagabond
- Tolecnal - Suicide Bomber
Day and Night Posts
10,000 years ago
"Aaaaarggh!" the Ninja roared in defiance, sprinting toward the Grim Reaper, katanas gripped tightly in hand. The Ninja could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his black fighting armor soaking up the blazing sun. Under his padded feet was bronze sand speckled with streaks of metallic crimson, and he had to push hard with his powerful, trained muscles to build up the intense speed that he required for this move. Off toward the east, massive dunes rolled up, rearing high into the majestic desert air, glowing in the splendor of the vibrant sun and massive azure sky- not a cloud could be seen, and no wind stirred. This was the most deadly part of the vast desert, not even little stubbly cacti grew here. There were no water holes, no oases, no hawks soaring overhead, no little mice scuttling into their burrows covered by scratchy brown grass. No signs of life, vegetation, or water at all. Just the raw beauty of the power of the desert.
Oh, and the Ninja and his ancient enemy, the Grim Reaper.
The Ninja ignored the far-off sand dunes, which threatened to cast the sun's sharp glare into his eyes- for the sand was already tapering off in this spot, revealing dry, cracked earth underfoot- crusty dirt frozen into cracking circular plates by time and dehydration alone.
When the Ninja's feet reached this more solid ground, his speed increased even more, pounding on the hard, dry earth as he hurtled toward his opponent- he was just a speeding black blur now, the sun glinting off the twin katanas, slashing the light around like the divine eviscerators of Unreality Himself.
The Grim Reaper just stood at the other end of the sun-bleached basin, cloaked in black and wreathed in shadows. His tender black gloves gripped a long wooden shaft, gnarled and scarred over thousands of years of banishing souls. The end of the wooden shaft sort of morphed into an incredibly shiny metallic mineral, as if there was no distinction where the wood ended and the deathly steel began. The top of the scythe blade was wavy and fancy, curled with elegant lines and ancient runes, but it quickly sharpened to a lethal point, a tip so small that the untrained eye could not tell it apart from the air itself.
One might think this was a strange sight, two warriors clothed in pure black in the middle of the most deadly sector of the blazing-hot desert, but the Grim Reaper did not mind the heat, and the Ninja was tough. Tough enough to last out, but his throat was already parched into crispy sandpaper and his pores unloaded sweat, making his ninja clothes stick to his skin uncomfortably. But he was the Ninja; he ignored all of this. Only one thing was on his mind. Perfect execution- of this combat move, and if all went well, of the Grim Reaper as well.
Closer still came the Ninja, arms and legs a blur. The Grim Reaper just waited, waited. He stood there peaceably, as if awing at the pleasant (or not-so-pleasant) weather. But his body was tensed and ready, unsure of the Ninja's intentions. Was this some sort of game of chicken? Finally the moment of impact had arrived. The Grim Reaper waited stoically, a statue of death among the shifting sands.
"RAAAAAAAA!" the Ninja cried, launching himself into the air at the perfect moment, kicking sand into the Reaper's eyes as the Ninja's feet sprinted up the Grim Reaper's body, giving his head a nice kick on the way, and then the Ninja leapt off from his nemesis' head and did a backflip off the GR as if he were a wall, landing perfectly in front of the Reaper, bringing the katanas down as he did so, slicing into the GR's fabric.
The Grim Reaper dummy statue toppled, sliced apart cleanly by the twin katanas.
The Ninja stood there, dumbstruck, for almost a whole second before realizing that he'd been tricked. Furious, he sheathed his katanas onto his back and kicked one of the dummy parts. The slipped message in the Oasis market of a 'Grim Reaper sighting', the GR waiting peacefully in the middle of the desert- it had all been a humiliating setup.
"Or has it?" rasped a low, bad@ss voice from right behind the Ninja. By the time the Ninja swirled around, the real Grim Reaper had drawn the katanas from the Ninja's own back and brought them down like executioner's swords toward either side of the Ninja's neck.
With less than a split second to act, the Ninja threw himself to the ground (the katanas whizzing by overhead) and picked up the Grim Reaper's scythe- yes, the lifeless dummy had been holding the real scythe.
The two adversaries backed away from each other, holding each others' weapons: the Grim Reaper wielded the katanas, their long blades flashing in the sun, and the Ninja gripped the massive scythe, waiting for the GR to make the first move.
Finally the GR struck like a bolt of dark lightning, the katanas whizzing through the desert air, and the Ninja met him with equal force on the scythe, slashing it toward its true owner. The clash in the middle was so intense that it sent a shockwave reverberating across the desert, stirring up the sand and rattling the earth underfoot...
The steel was a whir, clashing and spinning and hacking and parrying, like two expert fencers in a fight for their lives in the middle of a desolate desert. Okay, maybe it was two expert fencers in a fight for their lives in the middle of a desolate desert.
The Ninja hadn't been trained very well with a scythe, but he had been trained in martial arts vigorously, and soon learned the ins and outs of using it- within seconds he learned to never swish it sideways, only chop and uppercut.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper was having a much easier time. The katanas were flying in his hands as if they were controlling themselves- a blur of metal in the endless dunes... the Ninja was having to dig deep into every reserve of energy he had to keep it up.
He slashed at the Reaper's feet, but the GR pivoted on one foot and brought the hilt of one of the katanas down hard on the Ninja's hard- the Ninja, off-balance from swinging the heavy scythe, crashed to the ground painfully. The Grim Reaper grinned (inside his dark hood) and flipped the katana around in his hand so the tip was pointing toward the Ninja's skull.
"Urrrgh!" the Ninja grunted, and hooked his feet into the dry dirt, pulling himself backwards with his leg muscles. His own katana plunged into the sand.
"Very good," the Grim Reaper said, smiling. Then pulled it out and threw it like a dart toward the Ninja's back. The Ninja twisted over as fast as he could, the hot sun filling his vision with bright light. He heard the whoosh of the sword as it impaled the ground next to his head. His hand flew up to the grab it but the Reaper had already swiped it away and was heading for his scythe now. The Ninja had to act quickly or the fight would be over- he focused all of his weight onto his shoulder blades, lifted his legs with his stomach muscles, and then swiped them in a rapid circular arc toward the GR's feet.
The Reaper hissed and fell when the Ninja's feet swiped out his own, and the black spectre toppled to the sand. The Ninja quickly leapt up and dove over his adversary, rolling across the ground to the scythe. By the time the GR was back on his feet, the Ninja had recovered the scythe and was already swinging down for a fatal blow on the Grim Reaper's head.
But there was a swish of liquid darkness and the Grim Reaper swirled out of the way like a nomad dancer, bringing his katanas down hard on the outstretched shaft of the scythe, sending it swishing into the sand.
The Ninja roared and brought it swinging up to counter the GR's next attack and then somersaulted backwards, whipping the scythe as he did so, the blade cartwheeling through the air on a warpath toward the Reaper, who responded by dropping the katanas and plucking the scythe out of the air like a pirate would to a rapier. The Ninja, who had been sitting on the sand, dropped his head, crestfallen. He had lost- he was no match for the immortal Grim Reaper. The wraith advanced, scythe held high, posing for the kill.
"See you again, same time next month?" the Reaper asked, extending an arm for the Ninja. The Ninja nodded and let himself be pulled up. He collected the katanas dutifully and slipped them into his back harness.
"That was a nice trick you pulled, with the running up my body thing," the Grim Reaper commented as he tucked away his scythe.
"That was a nice trick you pulled," snorted the Ninja. "Putting a combat dummy in the middle of nowhere. I can't believe I fell for that!"
"As your mentor, I have to test your abilities thoroughly," the Reaper commented. "It's not just about speed and skill- it's about intellect, about logic, about experience."
"Yes, Master," muttered the Ninja. "I'll keep that in mind."
The two legends parted, leaving behind them a barren desert- it was a tradition, the young Ninjas learning from the ancient and knowledgeable Grim Reaper- neither party knowing that much later the Ninja masters would eventually become the hated enemies of the Grim Reaper, and vice versa. It was a feud that would span centuries, and come to an epic finale in the small town of Awesomeville- the Grim Reaper had finally killed the Ninja, but then he had been taken out himself, so the war would continue into Pengville inconclusively and then onto Denbrain, where it may or may not come to an epic close...
A big city has many sides, many facets, many aspects- some visible, some not. Denbrain is tucked away between the massive mossy-green flanks, almost vertical, of the mighty mountains that surround it. The city is a sprawl covering the entire valley floor, a sort of ellipse shape, with the edges of the city ramping up a little on the slopes of the mountains in a mash of sloped streets and little white villas tumbled together on the steppes and terraces crawling the mountainsides.
Rising high up the sheer green flanks, through the mist, passing ledges and nests, you would eventually pass the treeline and find yourself climbing higher into the majestic clouds where fresh ice shavings spiral around lazily in the thin, alpine air. Some of the peaks rear into a mighty crown of ice and refracted sun, some top out much shorter into grassy plateaus and lush valleys. All around the mountains are waterfalls: tumbling from hidden recesses in the rock, sliding from snowmelts farther up, careening from dark caves, burbling from springs in the mountainous ground... from Denbrain, you can see these waterfalls tumbling down from mossy ledges and falling (sometimes for very long ways) before disappearing into the dense green foilage on the mountains. On some of the more sheer cliff faces, the waterfalls splash down on very steep precessions, making the entire cliff face damp with wet moss. Eventually most these waterfalls cascade down to the edges of Denbrain, where the droplets fall continuously into clouds of refreshing mist, and where kids splash and play in the deep pools formed by the pounding waters. Some of the larger waterfalls are used to generate power and are channeled into canals that snake into the city.
The city. Denbrain is like a European town on the Mediterranean seaside, despite being shielded by mighty mountains. There are plenty of parks and flower-lined avenues, with the Town Hall in the exact center of the distorted ellipse- the Town Hall is more of a skyscraper and less of a hall, and the glass structure rears out of a beautiful, fountain-lined, cobbled square where the villagers and citizens meet. This is the town square 'of justice', with the Town Hall at one end, and the massive Denbrain Explorers Society at the other, creating a large square between them. Around this area is an urban sprawl of brick sandwich shops, tall department stores flashing exotic fashions from the distant archipelagos, bakeries that entice you with their rich aromas, beaten in smell only by the small coffee shops, with battered bronze tables outside for customers to enjoy the sunny streets- and a lot of streets there are, too! The majority of streets are small, narrow and winding, many of them cobbled in brown like an Italian town, with some of the main thoroughways paved for cars- though there aren't that many cars in Denbrain- you'll see more bikes than cars.
In the middle of the hilly, more grassy sections of the city you'll see rich suburban neighborhoods, and there are many other residential areas scattered across the city, some smaller neighborhoods reminiscent of Awesomeville, as well as some sandy squares surrounded by mango-vine-entangled villas reminiscent of Oasis.
But Denbrain is not all the jolly town it seems. In the dark of night, when vaporous clouds of mist drift past the dirty streets of the 'real' downtown, a door recessed into the ground might open for a few seconds, a shadowy figure slipping in or out of an underground, illegal gambling den. A group of young boys recently having made their first contact job with the Mafia may walk down the street past you, feeling invincible and tougher than they are... feeling above the law. For a different sort of law rules in the underground of Denbrain, the code of criminals and gangs. The Mafia, of course, rule the streets- if you're a Street Vendor selling at the edge of 4th and Nightmonger, it means the Mafia let you sell there. If that trio of hookers on the corner had ever ripped a Mafioso off, they wouldn't be there anymore. See that beggar? He gives 60% of his income to the Bankroller.
But the Mafia ain't the only gang in town... the Yakuza has moved in fresh from an archipelago so far west that it's east. They've set up in the back of a brightly lit Japanese sushi restaurant, playing their cards carefully- literally and figuratively, for nobody wants to get into a turf war with another gang. Or do they? Nobody knows what the Yakuza's intentions are, it's all hazy.
These types of people aren't the only shadowy folk in Denbrain. Far from it. Living in indulgent penthouse apartments are the QAs, secret agents out of the neighboring country of Quarky. After the destruction of its capital months before following some cataclysmic events in Awesomeville, Quarky wanted back at Content Phoenix. The QAs were agents fresh from the training compounds of Quarky, inserted into Denbrain to take out its enigmatic leader, Lord Phoenix.
And, last but never least, the shadowy wraith from a forgotten time, the Grim Reaper, is in town. He/she is back and as powerful as ever- in fact, more powerful. The death scent is a vital new skill to add to the master's arsenal.
But do not despair! All hope is not lost, for there are valiant citizens and brave people among the crooks of Denbrain, people that will gather in the town square and lynch one person every day until the baddie menace is gone.
High in the mountains around Denbrain, if you climbed up a narrow rocky path curving around an ancient cliff, you would find yourself at a monastery poking out of the highest icy crags, timeworn red flags flapping in the wind. Here is a man/woman of ancient knowledge, passed down from the generations, a wise Healer for whom many hike the great hike for their loved ones to be healed by herbs, concoctions and age-old remedies. The Healer has heard of the baddie menace threatening the city below, and has decided to descend through the ice-clustered clouds into the city to help his/her fellow Innocents.
And a Doctor has just been fired from the Denbrain Awespital for having a fake M.D., but no matter! He/she can just prowl around at night, looking for someone that needs a life-saving stitch-up. And do not forget Lord Phoenix, a person up ready to match wits with the Grim Reaper himself/herself.
The Inspector is back in Denbrain, a Private Eye sign hanging on the door to his/her detective's den. People hire the Inspector to investigate their claims, to delve into the criminal world and uncover identities of people that just need to go.
The Spy is a less legal type than the Inspector, but just as potent. The Spy hangs around, watching, waiting, following. They say that if the Spy wants to break into someone's house, they can do it, no problem. The Spy goes after specific people, looking for evidence and clues as to their true role.
Someone else is in town: an ex-terrorist-turned-Innocent known now as the Suicide Bomber, a man/woman with great potential. Of course, the Mafia have a few shady terrorist connections, and were informed when the Suicide Bomber defected to help the Innocents. The Mafia know who he/she is.
Do not forget the Ninja. Wherever the Ninja goes, the Grim Reaper goes, and wherever the Grim Reaper goes, the Ninja goes. They are locked in an eternal struggle of dominance and philosophy. And the Ninja is ever-thankful for the watchful Defender, who follows the Ninja cautiously, checking for danger. The Defender cannot help the Ninja if the town wants him/her dead, but the Defender can certainly step in at night.
There are other roles to help the Innocents, of course. The Policeman is very dedicated to his/her job, eager to help. In other towns, conflict with the Mafia was never brought into the Policeman's jurisdiction, as they didn't have a police branch, but here, the Policeman could certainly help.
The Janitor... needs no explanation. The Tax Collector does his/her part, visiting people to inform them of their debt, which renders someone's vote inexistent. The Tax Collector may lie about someone's taxes now and again to keep them out of the vote, but he/she will do whatever he/she can to help the Innocents.
The Vagabond has wandered into town, drawn by rumors of QAs- in all his/her wandering, the Vagabond has seen the injustice of Quarky and is determined to stop it. The Vagabond has come armed with his/her powerful taggant chemical. And then of course there's the Street Vendor already mentioned. How far can he/she go without getting dispatched? A complex dance of wits will ensure that the Street Vendor is not an easy role to play.
All of these people are in Denbrain, and waiting nervously for the night to be over- or preparing for the long night ahead. Mafia VI has begun, and it will be intense and awesome... as the sun sets behind the mountains, and the first night of this war begins, prepare yourself for the earth shattering events to follow... the pwnage begins now.
I bring to you a path, A path of knowledge, of intrigue, of secrets... My path is a puzzling one, Unreal is the skill it will take Never before on this site has such a Revolutionary tale be wrought Enter the secrets Abscond from the Lies. Into this world, but remember This world is Mafia VI, but also not... Yellow is not the true color of the sun.
The scavenger hunt will take you across brainden, However you conquer the obstacles, Alone or apart, it is still sort of a Node of Mafia VI, a "clue" if you will, so no PMing, any Knowledgeable cooperation can be done in the thread. Say hello to gene listings.
This is my first post as The Philosopher, And the last. Know this: True hunters Attain their goals.
~ The Philosopher ~
|Night One - Cliff Jumping|
She was on the top of the world.
Cherry Lane stood, bathed in silvery moonlight, upon a small rocky outcrop. Behind her: a narrow path (fatal drops on either side) leading back to the icy plateau that peaked off the mountain- one of the highest mountains over Denbrain. To her sides and in front: nothing but the mountain air. She was upon a precipice that dropped for thousands of miles into the elliptical basin far below, lights twinkling. She couldn't make out anything individual (she was too far up for that), just a sprawl of lights and grids, with some darker sections as well.
Down there, it would be far too bright to see the stars.
Up here, things were different. Cherry Lane turned her face to the night sky to see the moon, almost full but not quite there yet, glowing softly and wreathed by angelic clouds. Around the moon the sky was speckled with a few stars- not a whole lot, just little clusters. It wasn't that late in the night yet.
Her feet cast long shadows from the moonlight, across the little ledge and then down into infinity, the mountains dropping from sheer heights all around her.
She took a deep breath, and jumped.
Cherry Lane pulled a little cord and her semi-triangular glider wings flipped out, slowing her fall and allowing her to control her flight motion. She grinned vibrantly as the wind flew through her hair and tugged at her gliders. Cliff jumping, she thought. The hobby of champions.
She looped and spiraled, riding the thermals and updrafts like a hawk. A third of the way to the ground she was getting shivery from the cold air, and a bit out of breath, and decided to descend the rest of the way much more quickly.
She had no idea how right that was about to be.
A Street Corner
"Get your tacos! Right here! Nighttime sale!" the Street Vendor called, glancing around. He spotted his only customer a block or so away... but wait. What was that darkness?
A Block Or So Away
Rancid breath. The smell of fear, of death, of danger, of excitement. The feeling of being watched. The feeling that something was right behind you- the person whipped around, to find the Grim Reaper right there, cloak flapping in the darkness, almost surrounding the smaller person.
The Grim Reaper took a deep sniff.
"You smell... good," he/she hissed, before launching into the night sky.
The Street Vendor watched with an amazed face.
Rich residential neighborhood
Frost's sleek black car pulled into the driveway, the sensor by the garage checking its registration and heat fingerprint before smoothly sliding open the garage door. It had been a long day at his new job, and Frost was exhausted.
"I thought you would be back at 6:00," complained a nearby voice. "I waited in this garage for more than 5 hours to kill you! C'mon man!"
"Sorry," Frost said, opening the garage fridge to grab a drink. His ears were straining to locate the visitor. "It was a long day at work."
"Yeah, that can get annoying, back in Quarky," the person replied from the shadows... there! Behind the hockey net? That's where they are, decided Frost. "In the Quarky Capital," the QA continued. "After they rebuilt it- curse the Sphinx!- I was an accountant for a little bit."
"Really?" Frost asked, feigning interest. "An accountant?" He took another sip of his drink, then started to put it back.
"Yeah, it sucked," muttered the QA. "They recognized my skill though, so here I am, ya know? Nothing personal."
"Same to you," spat Frost.
The QA only had time to shriek before Frost grabbed both sides of the mini-fridge, ripped it from the wall (a few cords came away with little sparks) and hurled it against the hockey net, where it smashed the net to pieces. Ruined a good fridge, too. But no sickly crunch of human flesh. Had the QA escaped? Frost walked over and flicked on the garage light, kicking the fridge out of the way. Beneath it was a smashed cell phone. Frost could still see the remnants of the word 'Speaker Phone' on the fading LED screen. Then, with a start, he saw a thin wire trailing from the phone across the garage floor and under a tarp. That's where I keep my firewood, Frost thought, baffled. He walked over and whipped the tarp off.
That wasn't firewood.
The 'real' downtown
Two QAs were in shouting distance of each other... only they didn't know it.
The first was having no luck with his target. He/she had been tracking Brandonb all night with no conclusive results. It could mean any number of things... Lord Phoenix, gone into the night? Probably not, wasn't the right night. Safehouse? Maybe, who knows. Or, quite possibly, it could just be that the QA was alone. He/she was horrible at finding people by himself/herself. Sighing, the QA turned to go, walking straight past another QA without realizing it.
The other QA was busy stifling chuckles as he/she talked into a cell phone. Distracting the poor fellow was easier than the QA had thought.
"Same to you," sneered Frost's voice through the phone. It took the QA almost a second to realize that Frost was about to "kill" him/her, and screamed appropriately until he/she heard a violent crash. Then the other line clicked dead. The other phone had been destroyed!
"What?" the QA snarled. "No! Don't shut off!" Hurriedly he pressed STAR-7-SEND, STAR-7-SEND, STAR-7-SEND over and over again, with no results. He couldn't set the bomb off!
"Yep, a bomb squad, right away, thanks. Yeah I know, I wouldn't cut any wires, I'm not stupid! Okay, thanks. Bye," Frost finished, and snapped his cell phone shut, dropping it in his pocket. He took another apprehensive look at the giant bomb that had been swapped with his firewood (Now where did all that firewood go? he wondered. That was good quality stuff.) He opened the door into his house, shut the garage light off, and walked in.
And froze in shock (again). His house had been trashed! Things were broken, dragged down off the walls, scattered across the floor, and some of the more expensive items were gone altogether.
Frost sank onto his couch, moaning. This had not been a good day. At least the plasma HDTV was still here. The Mafia must have enough of those. Frost grabbed the remote and turned it on... to see the menu of a DVD. The menu only said one thing:
YOU WERE JUST PWNED BY THE THIEF. THANK YOU, AND HAVE A NICE NIGHT.
Frost threw the remote at the TV.
Far, far above him
Cherry Lane was almost halfway down to the city now... she knew a good landing strip, a small park near the edges of Denbrain.
By now she could make out the larger roads, full of the flashing lights of late-night drivers. It was like looking at the illuminated blood vessels of some complex creature. She then flipped on her back for a bit, staring at the beautiful night sky, before turning back into a steeper dive, the wind roaring at her skin- WHAM!
She was hit hard from the side. Another glider had slammed into her! She caught a glimpse of a small rocky platform on the side of the one of the mountains, with a cave boring into the rock behind it. Someone dressed in all black leapt off the ledge and pulled his/her glider wings open, soaring right toward Cherry Lane.
She cried out in fury and pain as the other glider assailant smashed into her other side, sandwiching her between the two attackers.
She fought to break free but couldn't, those on either side of her were too strong and were holding her tightly.
"A vicious updraft caught you," one of the assailants explained. "There was nothing you could do... the wind smashed your right into the cliff wall."
Deep in Denbrain
"And let that be a message to any of the Scorpions who want to cause trouble in my sushi shop," the Oyabun hissed, sliding the long blade out of the man's neck. The Scorpion- a minor downtown airshipping gang- collapsed to the floor of the restaurant, his neck bloody. The Oyabun wiped his/her rapier off on the dead gangster's shirt, spitting on the fool. For only a fool would come into the Oyabun's turf and get drunk and insult the sushi chefs- the best sushi chefs in all of Denbrain.
The Scorpion's friend (another Scorpion) glanced at his dead buddy, back at the narrow-eyed Oyabun, and then at the door, before getting up and heading quickly for the door. All eyes in the restaurant were on him, almost mockingly. It was humiliating.
"Wait," the Oyabun drawled, sheathing the rapier at his/her side and stepping closer to the door. The Scorpion stopped and spun around- he figured it wouldn't be wise to disobey that order.
"Before you go," the Oyabun continued. "I just want to say this... to get a message out there on the streets, you know? The message is this: Fear the great Yakuza whose reach will spread, engulfing all that you Innocents ever cherished. Take note: Evil is here lurking, waiting to liquidate Noobs and strike down good."
"Ah- um, okay," stuttered the Scorpion, and ran out the door into the streets. The Oyabun grinned, and looked to the back of the shop. The Shatei was grinning too.
High up in the mountain air
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Cherry Lane screamed as the two gliders on either side set her on a straight course for the cliff wall. At the speed they had picked up, even if she survived she would be knocked out and severely injured, and drop the rest of the way. Ouch.
"Remember... this is a Cliff Diving accident!" grinned one of the assailants, and the two hostile gliders peeled away, leaving her to smash into the solid rock.
But she was more of an experienced cliff diver than they thought. Acting quickly, she pulled in her glider wings... the momentum and wind carried her for a few more seconds before gravity took over and she hurtled toward the city below.
The two Mafiosos look at each other, then angled themselves into a steep dive.
About ten yards beneath them, Cherry Lane opened her glider wings and soared for a nearby ledge... if only she could make it in time! She whipped her head back and saw one of the Mafia hitmen pulling a pistol out of his/her flight harness shoulder-strap. A bolt of fear paralyzed CL for a few seconds before she sensed an updraft and caught it, shooting upwards and ramming the assailant in the stomach. Her arms flew to his gun hand and grappled with him, grunting as the two spiraled in an out-of-control, willy-nilly loop through the treacherous air. The other Mafioso had drawn his/her gun but couldn't get in a good shot, the two were spinning around wildly in the air.
Oh, well, the Bankroller decided. It's worth the risk- the other guy is just a minor agent, a goon. He/she aimed his/her handgun at the whirlwind of faces and limbs and glider wings, and fired.
Cherry Lane squeezed her eyes shut after the gunshot, then opened them a few seconds later in surprise. She was alive- but covered in blood. The Mafioso's blood. The man had a startled look on his face as he glanced at the reddening bullet hole in his abdomen, to the Bankroller gliding a ways off, then back to his stomach before he let go of CL and dropped lifelessly toward the ground. CL had the wits to snatch his gun before he dropped into oblivion.
She didn't even like killing animals, but this was necessary. She whipped around and fired once, twice, three times with the Mafioso's pistol, but all three shots ricocheted off the cliff wall, chipping into the rock with the smell of burning sulfur. Where was the Bankroller?
The answer came in a fast-approaching blur that slammed Cherry Lane and rammed her against the cliff wall, sandwiched between the Bankroller and the cold rock. Her ribs were crushed into powder instantly, her skull plates denting inwards and her lungs bursting from the impact. The Bankroller- a bit shaken himself/herself- pulled away, watching CL's body tumble into the void. It would probably land in the dense foliage that eventually sloped down into the city.
Without another glance, the Bankroller tipped gracefully toward Denbrain, spiraling down to land. The Mafia had a glider-runway on a warehouse roof that he/she used often.
When the Bankroller emerged from the warehouse, he/she was wearing his/her famous black leather gloves and was holding a small envelope. The Bankroller adjusted his/her suit and walked off into the night.
"Tacos... tacos..." mumbled the Street Vendor exhaustedly.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you," came a voice from behind him/her. The Street Vendor spun around nervously.
"Who- who's there?" they stammered, peering through the darkness. The Bankroller stepped out of the shadows, a gun held in his/her hand.
"Uh-oh," gulped the SV. "Are you gonna dispatch me? Please don't! I may be an Innocent, but I can help you guys too! C'mon! Please!"
"Oh, we could dispatch any time," seethed the Bankroller. "Including now... but we won't. At least not yet. You are of use to us- remember, we let you set up your little stand here. We own these streets!"
"Yes, yes, I remember," the SV said, bobbing his/her head quickly, ready to agree with anything the Bankroller said.
"Good," grinned the Bankroller. "You have contacts, you know how to pass along a message to us. You see everything that goes on at night... and we want in on the information."
"Uh-huh," the SV agreed quickly.
"Sooo," the Bankroller hissed, handing the white envelope to the Street Vendor. "This is a message for Denbrain.... from the Mafia."
As the Bankroller left, the Street Vendor slit open the envelope and withdrew the letter:
Greetings from the Mafia! How’s everyone doing? Hopefully better than Cherry Lane! :P We have a few things that we want done. Obviously there WILL be problems, IF our demands are not met.
1st- Strangely enough, we figured out who the GR is on the first night! Amazing huh? We’re not bluffing! So here’s the deal. If you all Lynch the SB for us today (Tolecnal) then tomorrow night we will give you the Reaper’s identity. Think about it, if you wanted to you could let him/her live through the day so the Ninja can have His/Her epic battle that night! That’s what we would like to see. You can be sure of the GR's identity, when we give you the name tonight and you lynch him/her tomorrow. This deal that we are offering Sounds like a bargain to us! Heck, we may even throw in a Yakuza!
2nd- If you do NOT lynch the SB, then not only will the GR live, but we will kill the SV along with another innocent, AND the GR will kill, AND the Yakuza, AND we will give a target for the QAs to meet up. TRUST US, this is in everyone’s best interest!
3rd- To the SV. Please PM ASAP! There are three things we would like from you. - Every detail about what the Janitor did last night. - The role of the person that died last night. - Your identity (this is the best thing for us all, that way we don’t accidentally kill you!) :P
4th- This is supposed to be the part where we announce to you who we are going to kill tomorrow night. Good news! We have decided against it at this point b/c we do not know who the SV is, and we don’t want to hurt our little buddy.
-Remember, you are buying protection from these other baddies. As long as you keep paying us, you'll have less to worry about. Make a choice: Do you want Mafia/GR/Yakuza AND QA's combined on your back? or only the Mafia? If you trust us, it will be the latter. So choose wisely and help us. -Also Remember- "If the SB is lynched, they'll be PMed a prompt if they want to blow someone up at the lynching, otherwise it's a normal lynching." The innocents do not have to worry about being blown up when the SB is lynched, unless Tolecnal seriously wants to risk killing a fellow innocent.
"Tacos?" the Street Vendor asked hopefully, one more time, before packing up his/her stand and heading home.
|During Day One - Mekal's Suffrage|
"I guess don't lynch Tolecnal anymore," Mekal shouted. "I withdraw my vote." Someone tapped his shoulder and he whipped around, frightened at first, but then he saw it was the Tax Collector. "Oh, hey," said Mekal, nervous. "I... I already paid my taxes."
The Tax Collector grinned. "Now we both know the real answer to that."
"Wait, what? What are you- arrgh! Stop!" Mekal grunted as the Tax Collector grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the Town Square. Mekal was thrown into the back of a sleek city-owned limo and the Tax Collector got into the passenger's seat. The driver hit the gas and they were off.
"Where are we going?" Mekal asked, put off.
"Down to our offices for a bit," the Tax Collector responded, turning around to face him. "To get some things sorted out. You'll be back home before twilight falls."
"But- but I won't be able to vote!" Mekal realized.
"That's what you get when you don't pay your taxes," the Tax Collector said, grinning and turning back to face front.
"But I did pay my-"
"Shut up," growled the driver. Mekal shut up.
After a few minutes, he said squeakily, "But... I withdrew my vote."
"Well I think your vote is too dangerous... so it's being withdrawn, for good," came the Tax Collector's response.
"Hmmm," Mekal said, deep in thought, trying to needle the TC. "Your role doesn't seem that powerful, you know."
The Tax Collector chuckled. Without turning around, he/she said, "On the first day, probably. But as I get more knowledge, and as the total number of people dwindles, my power grows exponentially."
"True," muttered Mekal- he was silent a few seconds before admitting defeat, leaning his head against the limo window and sighing.
|During Day One - No More Tacos|
|"C'mon folks! Keep the votin' going, I hear that extra change jingling in your pocket! C'mon, tacos, tacos! Get yer tacos!" the Street Vendor called, displaying an authentic platter of Mexican tacos to the voting crowd. "Get em hot! Get em here! Get em-"
"Shut up and follow me," came a voice behind her. Puzzlegirl, the Street Vendor, turned and followed the Godfather out of the square and behind a small sandwich shop.
"My brother owns this place," the Godfather said softly, attaching a silencer.
"Wh-what?" Puzzlegirl stammered, before she was shot in the head.
"Dispatched," the Godfather said coldly. "You should've given us your name!"
|Day One - Azure Sky|
|A vast blue sky pierced by mighty mountains shone over Denbrain, practically glowing with the brilliance of the sun. Dnae, sitting on a hill in one of Denbrain's parks, watched the sky slowly change colors, getting darker and redder as the sun began to melt into the mountains. Because of the tall mountains all around Denbrain, the days tended to be shorter than in other places, and Dnae didn't have long to wait before a golden-crimson twilight was sparkling in the streets of the city. Dnae hadn't been participating in the talks at the Town Square- in an hour or so it would be known whether or not Sinistral could replace him.
In the Town Square, the citizens noticed the abrupt change into twilight as well, and all eyes turned to LIS. He backed up slowly, nervously.
"C'mon guys," he said. "I'm the Defender!"
"Whatever you are," said Ysan. "You're dead. I didn't vote for you, but others did. Sorry."
"Yeah, when lots of people refrain from voting or are split a lot, 4 or 5 votes can condemn someone," agreed Frost. "Sorry man."
"I swear I'm the Defender! I can prove it! I-" Without another word he turned around and sprinted into the 'Town Hall'- the big skyscraper at one end of the central town square.
"He must be a baddie!" someone roared, and mob mentality swept everyone up- they shouted and waved weapons (how did she get THAT out of her shirt?) and piled into the doors of the Town Hall, pushing and shoving in eagerness to chase LIS down.
He looked behind himself as he ran, almost colliding with the elevator door. Frantically he pushed the call button, over and over, dancing on his toes, looking backward nervously at the yelling crowd which was surging toward him across the smooth high-tech floor.
Finally a pleasant ping sounded and the elevator doors slid open, LIS diving inside and slamming the highest button he could see. After what seemed to be a billion years, the elevator doors finally clicked and slid shut, closing off the noise of the angry crowd. LIS sighed and banged his head against the elevator paneling furiously.
"Hehehe," Pw0nzd said from below. The crowd had to resort to other methods to nail this baddie. They were gathered around a small electrical panel near the elevator, and Pw0nzd was messing with the wires. Everyone watched him eagerly.
Back in the elevator, LIS watched the floor numbers whip by. The elevator was picking up a lot more speed than it should- at least ten floors were whipping past every second now! LIS pounded fearfully against all the emergency buttons he could see, but it was like someone had been messing with the electronics...
Pw0nzd stood back, admiring his handiwork. A loud screaming filled everyone's ears, and they rushed outside.
The elevator was a blur behind the glass of the uppermost stories of the Town Hall, shooting upwards at blinding speeds. Finally the screams reached a crescendo and the elevator unclipped from its holsters and shot straight out of the roof in an explosion of glass. The elevator rocketed skyward, a tiny box amid the twilight.
Up there, LIS realized two things. First, it was the shaft that had seemed paneled- the actual elevator box was clear! He looked out at the city sprawled below him with a detached wonder, as if he wasn't really there. Second, he realized that while it was twilight down in the mountain-shielded Denbrain, up here the sky was still azure and the sun was still just above the mountaintops.
LIS took one long look at the azure sky before the elevator's momentum reached its peak and he began to drop.
"AAAaaaaahhhh!" It was like the world's tallest world coaster raised to the fiftieth power, then put on steroids, then raised to the fiftieth power again. Oh, and nothing to strap you in. LIS was freefalling within the elevator, his organs flying upwards inside his body, his mouth frozen in a silent scream and his feet tingling with his approaching demise. The mountainsides flashed by outside... and then the smashed hole on top of the Town Square... then he had fallen past that, and was hurtling closer and closer to the ground... the speed was mind-numbing, the G-forces so intense his body was almost rattled apart.
Then the elevator smashed into the middle of the park, the glass ground into a heap of fine sparkling crystal sand. The park where Dnae had been sitting. Hopefully Sinistral could find his way into Denbrain and take his place- or someone else. Anyone else.
Meanwhile, the lynch crowd congratulated each other and headed down to LIS's flat to see who he was.
That's when they froze. An array of CCTV camera screens and security equipment were scattered in LIS's garage, and one of them was trained on an Oriental-looking, candlelit room- the mysterious Ninja's training chamber. LIS had been the Defender!
Scared and slightly discouraged, the citizens of Denbrain headed home, very much aware of the baddie presence within them. It would take a lot of skill for the baddies to win, but so far, they had been doing a pretty good job. This game was balanced to the point that it was a match of ultimate wits and complexity between the warring groups, and with the second night approaching, it was about to enter a whole new stage...
"Thanks for nothing!" he shouted angrily as the city-owned limo disappeared around the corner of the neighborhood. "I told you I paid my taxes!" When the car was gone for good, Mekal grinned. "Yeah, right," he added, smirking. "I've evaded my taxes for the past five years."
He strode into his house, picking up the paper from the doorstep- it was an express edition, bearing the news of Denbrain's first public execution- apparently LIS, the Defender, had been launched into the air in an elevator, to drop a terrifying drop to his death. Ouch. Mekal dropped the paper on the kitchen table and went to wash his hands. A rough knocking sounded on the front door. Mekal groaned- his vote had already been removed, now what? Then he remembered it was almost night- was he the first victim?
"Nah," he muttered to himself. "There's still a few minutes of daytime." He walked over to the door confidently, but before he could open it, it burst open, wood splinters flying everywhere.
"You're under arrest!" barked an unidentifiable voice.
"Wha-?" Mekal peered at the shadow blocking the doorway until his eyes found the star badge of a police officer. Oh no, he thought. This day hasn't been the best for me.
"Time to go down to the station," the Policeman said in his/her intimidating drone, then grabbed Mekal and flipped him over, putting his hands behind his back while handcuffs were snapped securely around his wrists.
"You have the right to remain silent," the Policeman continued as he/she led Mekal out of the smashed door and to the police car waiting outside. "Anything said can be used against you, bla bla bla. Time to spend the night with me in jail- that is, unless I release you halfway through after interrogating you."
"Interrogating me?" Mekal gulped.
"Yeah, I get to ask you one question," the Policeman explained as they drove quickly to the jail, siren blaring. Red and blue lights flashed against whatever scenery they passed. "You can answer any way you want. Then I decide whether or not to release you or hold you in jail for the rest of the night."
"Ah," Mekal muttered. "Great."
|Night Two - Fly By Night|
|Lord Phoenix sighed, typing a few more strands of data into his/her computer. Suddenly the laptop beeped and a large window opened up on the desktop. The words 'Downloading File' flashed across the screen for a few seconds, then the window disappeared, leaving a text file on LP's desktop. Confused, he/she double clicked it. The top read 'MESSAGE FROM THE MAFIA'- somehow the Bankroller had hacked his/her computer! Lord Phoenix leaned forward and began to read...
Because of you have not kept your end of the deal we have no choice but to release the dogs on you! Tomorrow night the QAs will meet up when they both attack Rene. For now the Grim Reaper will be allowed to live and maybe continue killing depending on what happened during this night. And do not forget the Yakuza are now active with no defender in their way. Remember, you have brought this upon yourself.
1st- You passed on the first deal and now you suffer the consequences. Because you were so kind to lynch LIS for us, even though it wasn't the innocent we requested, we are willing to extend another deal to you. If you are willing to come to your senses, we will offer the identity of the GR to you again, or the identity of a Yakuza, in exchange for the lynching of Frost. This obviously is not the same generous deal we made last night (which entailed NOT organizing the QAs, NOT killing the SV if she had been cooperative, and coincidentally NOT having the defender dead). You blew that generous deal. DO NOT underestimate the gravity of this offer. We kill the first person, aside from the Ninja (if still alive), that votes for someone other than Frost in tomorrow's lynching. -No, we do not know Frost's identity, hopefully he's a QA, but that's up to you to decide now....
2nd- Grim Reaper, if you are still in the game, know that you are now on the chopping block with us. If you did not take out the ninja during the night, then here's your mission, you must attempt to take out the SB for us two nights from now, or your identity will go up for auction.
3rd- The SV died for defying us. You need not take offense to the death of Puzzlegirl, she brought it upon herself and would have died even if you had lynched the SB. We clearly explained that we were not willing to negotiate for the identity of the SV. So Puzzlegirl has been whacked to prevent us from accidentally wasting a kill on her. It's too bad that PG had to be so insolent, we really, really, really wanted to work with her and utilize that massively mutual beneficial ability. There was real potential to work well together.
4th- Because we do not have to worry about wasting a Kill on the SV now, we can proclaim our intended kill for tomorrow night. Drum roll........... We already told you!! ;) Say your goodbyes if you defy us.
Lord Phoenix sat back, astonished. Then he/she remembered that they were supposed to be saving someone from the Grim Reaper tonight, and dashed off.
The Janitor's Closet
The Janitor twirled the Mop of Doom, staring down at the person quivering beneath him/her. The Janitor had picked them, only to discover that tonight's action was Killing.
The Janitor raised the mop into the air- then shook his/her head, lowering it and cleaning the floor. The would-be victim hurriedly thanked the Janitor and tripped in his/her haste to get out of there. As soon as they left, the Janitor's cell rang, and he/she picked up. "'Ello?"
"Ninja here," came a low voice. "I'm approaching the target... Oh My Unreality! Phaze is about to die! I have to-" The phone line clicked dead. The Janitor stared at the small device for a few seconds before grabbing his/her cleaning cart and beating feat.
As Rene packed up an iPod, preparing for a nighttime walk (her neighborhood was pretty safe), she glanced at the window. Weird... she had thought she'd seen a face. Whatever. She slipped the earphones into her ears and opened the front door, pausing in the cool night air for a second before heading off into the street, jogging to the music-
Wham! An elbow rammed the back of her head and she collapsed onto the street without a sound. The QA circled around, smiling at his/her accomplishment. But she was already getting up- the QA needed another QA to hold her down and tie her up and get her out of there unseen- it was just too hard with just one. The QA turned away and sprinted into the night.
"Hmmm," mumbled Rene as she picked herself up from the pavement. "I must've tripped or something."
The other QA was targeting Phaze.
Phaze was walking down the middle of the street in the gang-infested, crime-ridden 'real' downtown of Denbrain, as if expecting to get popped in the back of the head any moment.
"Is this guy nuts?" the QA wondered. He/she was following Phaze's progress by matching it on the rooftops, and was getting progressively nervous- the QA had to strike now, if he/she wanted the kill.
But before he/she could act, a dark van sped by and Phaze was gone.
The Grim Reaper's house
From the surface level, the Grim Reaper's house was a normal suburban same-as-the-neighbors home, with a little homely garden in front and a homely welcome mat in front of the door. Little did most know, the 'WELCOME' mat, when flipped over, became a rug that said 'TIME TO DIE, FOOL'.
It was that side of the rug that Phaze saw as he was dragged toward the front door.
"Ninja here," came a low voice from nearby in the bushes, and the Grim Reaper's head snapped up, sniffing and probing around for the source of noise. "I'm approaching the target... Oh My Unreality! Phaze is about to die! I have to-" The phone was dropped and something came hurtling out of the bushes. Phaze took it as an opportunity to scramble away, but there was a whirlwind of steel and a deadly scythe was in the GR's hands. The GR brought it down wickedly on Phaze's neck, cleanly severing his head from his body, before turning the scythe to parry the Ninja's blow- the Ninja was wearing spiked gauntlets and raised one of his arms to deflect the scythe blade.
A Block Behind
The annoyed QA approached the sound of clashing steel. This QA didn't care whether or not there was another QA around. He/she was gonna get Phaze before the Grim Reaper! 1) the QA was already too late 2) the QA did need the other QA, who could've looked out for a yelling Janitor.
The Janitor, roaring an ancient Janitor-like warcry, and pushing his/her cleaning cart at terrifying Janitor-speeds, rammed the QA in the side and carried them both into someone's perfect, sprinkler-ed lawn.
"Well," said the Janitor, picking himself/herself up and looking at the unconscious QA. "I think I'm done for tonight."
A Block Forwards
"What's your quarrel with people like him?" the Ninja grunted as he/she grabbed the scythe shaft as the GR brought it down for another blow.
"Phaze just got in the way of my true goal," the Grim Reaper hissed, wrenching the scythe away and slashing it backhand. "My quarrel is with you!"
"What did I do to you?" the Ninja yelled as he/she jumped backwards from the backhand blow.
"Not you specifically- the Ninja changes, but the Grim Reaper does not," was the answer, coupled with a mad whirlwind of scythe attacks, all dodged by the elusive Ninja. "It's with me and your people. Your Ninja order. I trained you to fight, I taught your ancestors and masters and senseis the true art of wisdom, of combat, of strategy. And how did you repay it? By ignoring me when my soul was taken, by casting me aside, by pretending my teaching was your own. By dishonoring me, by defaming me, by enemizing me!"
"None of that," the Ninja spat, parrying a scythe swipe with his/her gauntlet and drawing his/her katanas from their back-sheathe. "Was my fault!"
"No, but you still feed off it," the Grim Reaper seethed, raising the scythe high into the air. "You benefit from my fall from glory!" The scythe came crashing down like a waterfall of death, hurtling toward the Ninja. The Ninja froze like a deer in the headlights until the last second, rolling out of the way as the scythe smashed like a meteor into the driveway. Acting faster than reflex, the Ninja swung both katanas down on the scythe-head, splitting it from the scythe shaft with the cracking of ancient wood.
The Grim Reaper roared in anger, discarding the useless weapon, and ran toward the Ninja like a rhino. The Ninja steadied himself/herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead the GR disappeared in the flapping of a black cloak...
And then cold hands clamped around the Ninja's ears and pushed, hard, building pressure inside the Ninja's head. The warrior screamed in agony, hacking the katanas backward to release the Grim Reaper's grip. The Grim Reaper slashed his/her own arm sideways to shatter the katanas and scatter them across the grass, and the GR's cloak slipped off and flapped away in the wind- the Ninja ducked and rolled out of the wraith's grasp, twisting around to get a good look at his/her adversary.
Dusty, wearing black combat armor and serrated gauntlets, grinned at the Ninja.
The two warriors launched themselves at each other. In mid-leap everything seemed to click into slow-motion. Enhanced reflex, the Ninja reasoned. I heard about this from my old master...
As the GR was tensed in the air, mid-jump, she pulled a long sword from somewhere and brought it swinging down toward the Ninja. Still in slow-mo, the Ninja brought his/her gauntlet up, meeting the sword with a slow shock wave as the Ninja's other arm curled up into a punch, which reeled into Dusty's gut.
Then it all seemed to speed up, and Dusty toppled backwards from the stomach punch, skidding across the driveway and into the street. The Janitor cheered the Ninja on as he/she ran after the GR, prepared for battle.
The two met in the middle of the street, and in a flurry of rapid blows, Dusty drove the Ninja down the road toward the exit of the neighborhood. Car headlights glared from somewhere down the road. The Ninja flipped backwards, using his/her feet to knock the sword from Dusty's hands, and the Ninja gave her a couple good knocks toward the head as he/she landed back on the street. Dusty responded in kind, and soon fists and elbows and arms were swiping, punching, ducking, jabbing, and parrying. The Ninja landed an uppercut to Dusty's jaw, but the Reaper grabbed the Ninja's arm and twisted brutally, causing the Ninja to cry out in pain.
Then the car hit them like a raging bull, lifting them both in the air for a second before slamming them onto the dark street, where they rolled like tumbleweed. The car screeched to a stop and an old woman got out, confused.
Dusty came to her senses first. She leapt to her feet and dashed to the driver's seat of the car, pushing the old lady away. The woman turned around angrily, but Dusty had already jammed the gas and the coup was blazing toward the Ninja's groaning figure, laying in the road like roadkill.
Like roadkill, the GR thought savagely, but with delight. The car hit something hard and wrenched over it, the back wheels hitting it a second later. Dusty grinned and hopped out of the car, looking behind her... and saw a Janitor's cleaning cart, crunched into the pavement with cleaning fluids and Janitor tools scattered & shattered across the road.
"Wha...?" Dusty wondered before the Ninja tackled her from behind, smashing her head on the pavement. But you didn't beat the Grim Reaper that easily- Dusty bit something in her mouth and blades shot out of the gauntlet around her elbows, one of the blades digging into the Ninja's side.
"Gaaaahhh!" the Ninja yelled in fury, and Dusty pushed herself off from the street, sending the Ninja flying backwards- and into the car. The Ninja, holding his/her rapidly bleeding side, grasped for the key. Finally his/her fingers found it and the engine rumbled to life again. The old lady ran toward it, shouting insanely, but the GR got there first, leaping on top of the car as it sped away.
Dusty waited patiently for the car's sky roof to open, but it didn't. Rolling her eyes, she smashed her gauntlet-clad fist into the glass, shattering it and showering the Ninja in glass shards. The Ninja looked up in surprise and yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, sending the car into a screeching fishtail. The G-forces tugged at Dusty, but she held on tightly, grimacing at the effort. The Ninja knew he/she couldn't get the proper speeds up here, and the coup sped out of the neighborhood (leaving a trail of smoking rubber behind it) and onto a main road.
Within seconds they were on a city thoroughway, whipping through the nighttime traffic with little regard for the rules of the road. Cafes and exotic-merchandise shops flashed by, neon lights sizzling in Dusty's vision as she gripped the top of the car painfully, pulling herself forward inch by inch to reach into the car-
and tug the steering wheel.
The Ninja shouted as the car ramped up on two wheels and flew across heavy traffic, car horns buzzing like angry bees. People shouted and skidded out of the way, cars T-boning each other and smashing into display windows. Finally the Ninja regained control of the vehicle and started hacking upwards with his/her serrated gauntlet, trying to slash Dusty.
"Got a little case of road rage?" Dusty smirked before catching the Ninja's arm and pinning it down laterally across the roof of the car, wrenching it into a sickening angle. The Ninja cried out in pain and tried to shift position, but couldn't. Dusty grabbed a roll of duct she had stolen from the smashed Janitor cart and strapped the Ninja's arm into its current position. The Ninja couldn't move the other arm or it would surely snap this one- so the car was on a one-way route to a brick wall, the Ninja's other hand death-gripped on the steering wheel.
Dusty, admiring her work, prepared to fly by night. The crash would be fiery.
The Bankroller grinned, satisfied with his/her hacking. One of the major people of Denbrain- Lord Phoenix- had been given a little message, so it was sure to reach the whole town by morning.
The Bankroller picked up a nearby gun and headed out into the streets.
The Ancient War Ends! ...maybe
With a guttural cry, the Ninja launched himself/herself through the skyroof, gritting as the glass around its edges pierced his combat clothes. Dusty had a second of surprise before the Ninja ripped his/her hand (and the duct tape) off of the car and grabbed the Grim Reaper, hurling the nemesis in front of the car.
Dusty shrieked as the Ninja vaulted off the car, looking behind him to see the car ram Dusty against the brick wall. A wave of dust and fire emanated outwards, bathing the Ninja in debris.
"It's over," the Ninja said.
"You got that right, kiddo," said the Bankroller, and a silencer poofed, causing Frozen_in_fire to topple to the ground. "Looks like the Ancient War is still up for grabs, Ninja-boy."
Twenty Minutes Later
GC, who was out for a night walk, used an alleyway to get back home.
Not a smart choice.
A vigorous dose of gasoline suddenly came pouring from the upstairs window of the nearby sushi shop, drenching Grey Cells.
"What the hell?" he yelled, spitting out the nasty-tasting, highly-flammable liquid.
A well-dressed Oyabun stepped out of the shadows behind a dumpster. The Yakuza was holding a lit match.
"Wait! Wait!" GC pleaded. "Wai-" The Oyabun flicked the match lazily and it landed at GC's feet with a harmless clatter- GC looked down at it, his heart thumping, for a whole second before the flame touched him, and he screamed as the flames whooshed upward to engulf him. He was incinerated in ten long seconds.
When the only trace of Grey Cells was ashes on the ground, the Oyabun dropped a small slip of paper onto the alley floor. It read:
No one buys favors for refuge from the almighty Yakuza. The nitwit mafia are doomed for making orders to command nugatory innocents when butchering is required.
The Oyabun turned away and walked confidently into the night. "This game is far from over," he/she chuckled.
|Day Two - Triple Kill|
|The second day of the baddie war in Denbrain ended with a quiet evening. Quiet if you were ten thousand feet underground, deaf, and with a blanket around your ears just in case.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" the townspeople shouted. Yoruichi-san was up for hanging in the town square. The executioner was fitting her head into the rope noose. "Die! Die! Die! Die!"
"Any last words?" Mekal yelled from the crowd. Amazingly, he hadn't been arrested OR audited that day!
"Yeah," Ysan spat. "The Yakuza shall prevail! The Yak-" Her neck snapped as the executioner kicked away the bucket. The crowd screamed in delight- they had lynched a baddie! One of the elusive and mysterious Yakuza, no less.
"Wait!" someone cried from one end of the square. In an instant, everyone was quiet and all attention focused on the small figure. "Uh- umm, hi," they said meekly. "I just found these. QA identities! They've been living here in Denbrain under Innocent aliases!"
At once the crowd surged toward the unlucky fellow. "Who?" they shouted. "Who are they?"
"Whoa, whoa, quiet," he responded, and the crowd silenced themselves again. The discoverer of the aliases read off the names: "Clueless... and... Twoaday..."
At once the crowd erupted into angry noise, and Clueless and Twoaday were crowdsurfed toward the middle.
"The Phoenix died last night," Frost noted. "You must've had to lynch Johnson today, or die!"
The crowd hung on to the last word: "Die die die die!"
At the far end of the crowd, Clueless and Twoaday broke free, but the executioner drew a massive broadsword from his back. Clueless and Twoaday looked at each other and swung Ysan's body in front of the executioner as he hacked down toward them. The QAs dodged around her as well as the executioner and drew their own knives, scrambling to jump from the podium and get away into the streets- unfortunately the executioner was lightning quick, and spun around to lance Twoaday in the back, straight through the heart, and out the other side, the broadsword slick with blood. As the executioner pulled the massive sword out of the QAs back, Clueless jumped down and hit the cobbled square hard, rolling into a standing position and taking off across the square.
The executioner roared and hurled the broadsword- it flew through the air like a massive arrow, reaching a peak and tipping downwards, hurtling now like a lightning bolt- straight into Clueless's head, where the broadsword drove straight down, all the way through his body.
The half-body half-sword toppled over, bloody and unrecognizable. The crowd cheered. The GR was dead. The QAs were dead. Two Mafiosos were dead. One Yakuza was dead... only one Mafioso and one Yakuza remained. Would there be a baddie revenge tonight?
Nobody noticed, during all the fuss, that the Tax Collector had been trying to say that Ysan's vote was removed (didn't matter now), but also that Pw0nzd had been nabbed by the police and was already in jail.
|Night Three - Reaction Time|
|Near the Mafia Safehouse
"Come on," urged the Oyabun. "Come on!" The Yakuza overlord was busy fitting a massive scope onto a handgun as he/she chased their target toward the mighty, barricaded Mafia safehouse. The safehouse was a well-defended warehouse, a bastion resplendent in the Mafia's power in Denbrain.
The door was sliding open... the target- whom was a Mafioso- tumbling toward the growing slit of light...
The Oyabun raised the pistol.
The Mafioso roared and jumped, and in midair everything became incredible slow motion... everyone's reaction time was tested as the pistol fired, shaking slightly in slow-mo in the Oyabun's hand as a compressed pillar of air spiraled out of the barrel at the back of a bullet, hurtling toward the head of the Mafioso...
The target was getting closer to the expanding light, arm outstretched in midleap, the bullet streaking closer, fast even for the slow-motion.
Ping, the bullet hit the safehouse wall and the Mafioso rolled in, the doors blasting shut behind him/her. The Oyabun swore angrily and shouted to the wind: "Denbrain will crumble. All will perish. The Yakuza reign supreme!"
Disclaimer: This was just a story... in other words, the Yakuza did not find their target. It is not suggesting that they deliberately wanted to kill the Mafioso once they knew who he/she was, though that may or may not be the case. It also does not suggest that that was a main Mafioso, and it could've been a minor Mafioso on the run from the Oyabun's wrath after not finding their main target- so this does not discount the possibility of Pw0nzd being a Mafioso safely held in jail, but it does not increase the likelihood of that either. I'm just covering all my bases by reminding that there are no clues in the night post and that the only things shown are that the Yakuza's target turned out to be a Mafioso and that Mafioso-target was either in jail or in the safehouse :D It seems that after all my posts, someone forgets that there are no more clues ;D
The third day has begun! There are ten people left
|During Day Three - Frozen Number Two|
|"Yeah, who is it?" Frozen_2 asked. He was in his living room, watching the voting process on his plasma TV and texting his vote and suspicions to the other players. "WHAT? You want me to come down to your office? Now? But I'll miss the vote!" He paused as someone on the other side explained something, then Frozen_2 sighed and left his house, heading for his car. "Stupid Tax Collector," he muttered.|
|Day Three - Web of Lies (Again)|
|Near the End of the Day
The survivors of the mighty ordeal in Denbrain were gathered at the top of one of the mountains surrounding Denbrain; they were Frost, Brandonb, Dawh, Johnson, Mekal, Rene, Crazypainter, Frozen_2, Lemonymelon and Cherry Lane version 2.0.
Of course, there was about to be a significant less number of survivors.
Dawh bowed to his successful adversaries before they strapped him to a giant bundle of fireworks.
"Wait," Frost said. "We don't have anything to light the fireworks with!"
"Good," said Dawh. "Maybe we can wait until this night and-"
"I think I know the answer to that," CL_2 interrupted, before grabbing Brandonb, whispering the prayer of the Suicide Bomber to Unreality, and diving toward Dawh.
BOOM! The mighty explosion shook the mountain, and by the time everyone had looked up, they saw a passive figure, unharmed by the grace of Unreality, walking away from the explosion. Unreality had rolled a 20-sided die for each (CL and Bb) to determine if the 1/4 chance of survival applied- if he rolled from 1-5 they survived. For Cherry Lane, he had rolled a 2, for Bb, a 12.
Cherry Lane 2.0 walked out of the explosion, brushing ash from her clothes. Miraculously, she had survived, but Brandonb was gone forever. Normally I would make it ambigious who was the SB and who was the victim, but that wasn't needed in this case.
And of course, the explosion had set fire to Dawh's wick.
"Everyone outta the way!" Mekal, the Spy, cried, and everyone bustled backwards- even Lemonymelon, the Vagabond, who wasn't used to being told what to do.
The wick burned closer. And closer.
Johnson, the Tax Collector, muttered something to Frozen_2 about being sorry for removing him from the vote. Frozen_2 was the Janitor. He nodded in understanding. The Innocents had pulled through regardless, though there were times when Unreality had been sure the baddies were going to win.
Rene chuckled. "I guess I won't have to save Mekal tonight," she pondered. "The Doctor can finally sleep tonight!"
"I was going to arrest Dawh," CP, the Policeman- or should I say Policewoman- replied. "No need now."
"Agreed," said Frost and CL_2 at the same time- the Inspector and Suicide Bomber then looked at each other and chuckled.
The wick burned closer.
"The original Cherry Lane must have been the Healer," added Frozen. "And of course Phaze was Lord Phoenix. This has been an interesting series of events."
The wick was burnt all the way down- Dawh looked down, then looked back up. He smiled. "All the Yakuza wanted to do was the exterminate the Mafia and become the alpha gang in Denbrain! We had nothing against you foolish Innocents! But, alas, here I am. Goodbye, and good luck." With that elegant speech (he was the Oyabun after all), the firecrackers lit up and shot, hissing, into the air- streaming high over the mountain into the alpine winds before exploding in a fantastic display of dazzling fireworks which continued onward for minutes.
Finally the Innocents paid their respects for their fallen comrads and headed down the mountain in single file, knowing that they had restored peace to Denbrain.
|"So," Unreality said. "Liked the ending?"
"At least I went out with a bang," Brandonb replied, lounging in Paradise. "The Last Mafioso... it has a ring to it, doesn't it? Could be an epic movie... luckily I stayed in the safehouse last night or I would've been sniped by those meddling Yakuza."
Unreality chuckled. "Those meddling Yakuza almost won the game."
"Keyword: Almost," Brandonb replied with a smile.
"Well, I'm out of here," Unreality said, standing up. All the dead players around him stood up, surprised.
"What?" they asked. "Where to?"
His eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, the clouds they were standing on wobbling slightly. "Beyond," he said, his voice tied in with higher dimensions. He started to both fade from their vision and become clearer at the same time, his atoms enlightened as they began to reach upward toward a bright light. "I'm an atheist, but this is still beautiful and corny," he added, before disappearing.
Everyone looked around, shocked. His voice reverberated back to them: "Keep an eye out for the distant future. Those pesky Quantum Accelerators might be on the move!"
All around the country of Content Phoenix, from its capital of Denbrain to the awesome Mafia-owned city of Awesomeville (ruled by ruthless females), to the northern ices of Pengville and the bustling port of Port Unreality... even to the deserts below, of Oasis and the Quarky Capital... everyone, at the same time, felt Unreality lift into the sky, leaving his lands for a while. Nobody knew how long.
"Behind me," his voice roared, echoing throughout Content Phoenix and drawing tears from the sappy. "I will leave a scavenger hunt... it will take you across the realm of Brainden and beyond!"
Finally he was gone and the world was officially an atheistic one. Oonce oonce oonce oonce :P
The End of the Mafia Series (At least for now)
End of Game Roster
- GreyCells - Bankroller - Killed N2 by Yakuza
- Frozen - Ninja - Killed N2 by Mafia
- Frost [Inspector]
- Brandonb - Godfather - Killed D3 by Suicide Bomber
- Dawh - Oyabun - Lynched D3
- Yoruichi-san - Shatei - Lynched D2
- Lost in Space - Defender - Lynched D1
- Clueless - Master of Espionage - Died D2 after WinCon failed
- Twoaday - Master of Deception - Died D2 after WinCon failed
- Cherry Lane - Healer - Killed N1 by Mafia
- Johnson - Tax Collector
- Puzzlegirl - Street Vendor - Dispatched D1 by Mafia
- Phaze - Lord Phoenix - Killed N2 by Grim Reaper
- Mekal - Spy
- Rene83 - Doctor
- CrazyPainter - Policewoman
- Frozen in Fire 2.0 (Pw0nzd) - Janitor
- Dusty - Grim Reaper - Killed N2 by Ninja
- LemonyMelon - Vagabond
- Dnae - Thief - Died N2 (masked lover)
- Cherry Lane 2.0 (Tolecnal) - Suicide Bomber
- Mafia: Thief (Dnae)
- Innocent: Defender (LIS)
|List of actions:|
Night One - Cliff Jumping
Day One - Azure Sky
Night Two - Fly By Night
Day Two - Triple Kill
Night Three - Reaction Time
Day Three - Web of Lies (Again)