|Mafia x Mafia|
|Link||Mafia x Mafia|
|Size||7 Players (Small)|
|First to Die||Nana|
|Last Remaining||Phil, Bonanova|
It began on July 14y, 2014 and ended in a Indie win in D3 (July 22).
Game Mechanics Edit
- Game ends once one faction reaches its win condition.
- Kill attempts, successful saves, and blocks will be shown in the Night Post. Everything else is up to the creative license of the host.
- I hate ties so if there's a tie, everyone in the tie dies and the last player who added, removed, or changed their vote also dies.
- My general rule of thumb is that actions are initiated at Night/Day but only through during the transitions b/w Night and Day so will the results will not interfere with other actions unless otherwise stated.
The Ant Queen: (Wincon: remains alive in game until Hunters are all killed/removed) May target one player each Night to kill and devour. Learns the identities of those devoured. (Not a nen ability.)
Neferpitou: (Wincon: remains alive in game until Ant Queen, Gon, and Killua are killed/removed) Necrophiliac member of the royal guard, she learns the identities of the deceased, and each Night may choose to use either (but not both) of her nen abilities.
- Terpsichora: May puppeteer the bodies of the dead. May use the nen abilities of one of the deceased. (All actions appear done by the puppet, i.e. character of the deceased, not by Terpsichora)
- Doctor Blythe: May save someone from death. In the Night Post it will be indistinguishable whether the save was done by DB or Killua
- In addition: if the Ant Queen is lynched, she may use the enormous power of her en (aura) to destroy the psych of a player and remove them from the game if she can correctly identify their role. She may attempt to use this ability any Night/Day cycle, but not two in a row (cannot be blocked or saved from but still counts if the attempt is unsuccessful).
Hunters (Wincon: Ant Queen and Neferpitou are killed/removed)
1) Gon: Intuitive and determined, any Night may use his nen ability of Rock, Paper, Scissors to try to discover the role identity of his target the following Day. During the Night, he will choose a target and a bid (Rock, Paper, or Scissors), and the following Day, his target will be informed they must choose a bid. If Gon wins, he learns the role identity of his target after the Day Post, if he loses, his target learns his player identity, if it is a tie, nothing happens. If the target players fails to choose a bid by the end of the Day, Gon wins by forfeit.
2) Killua: An adept semi-reformed child assassin, any Night may use his nen ability of Godspeed to whisk a player away to safety and protect them from death. May not protect the same player two Nights in a row. *In the Night Post it will be indistinguishable whether the save was done by DB or Killua
3) Knuckle: Hot-headed but soft-hearted, any Night may use his nen ability to attach APR to a player. Under APR, every Day/Night cycle, and when the player acts or votes, interest is added. Once interest is added 3 times, the player goes bankrupt and is removed from the game. Only one player may be under APR at a time. Knuckle may choose to remove APR from a player at any time (will go through with the Night/Day Post), if reattached to a player it was removed from, the counter resets. APR attachment will be announced on the roster, if Knuckle dies, APR vanishes.
4) Shoot: Careful, perhaps a bit too careful, any Night may use his nen ability to trap his target in a cage and prevent them from acting. Cannot trap self.
5) Palm: Determined and a bit too persistent at times, any Night may use her nen ability to follow a player and find out their target.
Host's Summary Edit
Game Idea and Expectations Edit
Winning Faction Edit
Day and Night Posts Edit
Deep in the numerous underground caverns comprising her lair, the Ant Queen lounged on the accumulation of bones that improvised a throne.
She ran one long feeler along the curved surface of a giant egg. It was made of a translucent material, and inside a dark form pulsed. My son…she cooed telepathically.
The chimera ant soldier cleared coming through the passageway cleared his psychic throat. Your majesty, your next repass has been prepared. Would you like your servants to bring it now?
Of course, the Ant Queen answered without looking at him. I must feed so that I may create more soldiers for our army. Hunters, I must have Hunters! They taste so marvelous and engender soldiers of such strength!
The ant soldier bowed and was about to retreat when suddenly he felt an enormous menacing aura overwhelm him from behind, sending a shudder quaking down his spine.
Neferpitou, good, I have a task for you...the Ant Queen addressed the newcomer.
“Sorry, I don’t take orders from you,” the cat-insect hybrid member of the royal guard replied. “I serve the King.”
She hopped effortlessly onto a rocky ledge and perched there, letting her legs hang. She casually eyed the egg and the Ant Queen. And when the King is born, they’ll be no use for you anymore...
Balancing upside down on one hand, Gon inhaled and focused his nen into that palm. Abruptly, he pushed it out, and the burst sent his body upwards. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on maintaining his elevation by maintaining the nen emanating from his hand. Sweat trickled down his face and extended arm but the boy ignored it, determined. He would become stronger, faster, a better Hunter. He had to, for Kite...
A short distance away, in a clearing, Killua sensed the jump in his friend’s aura, and paused. Electricity crackled from his down and around his lean, pale form. Gon was pushing hard in his training, and Killua would have to too. He wouldn’t be left behind.
In a second, Killua’s super-speeding figure vanished from the sight of Shoot, who was flying over above, riding on a nen-generated hand. The boy had come a long way, they both had, but would they be ready for the battle that was to come? For that matter, was he? A shiver of fear crept down his spine.
“Good boy,” Knuckle scratched one of the dogs he was feeding behind the ears and laughed as it licked his cheek. He pushed the food dishes further towards them. “You eat up now, I have to train some more so that I can protect you and everyone else from those chimera ant monsters.”
Suddenly he whipped around, alerted by the snapping of a twig. “Who’s there?” he demanded, his face set in a challenging, no-nonsense expression.
From the shadows of trees emerged a willowy form with long dark hair. “I found you with my nen ability,” Palm explained. “It’s time to begin. Are you ready?”
Knuckle grinned. “Bring it on!”
GMaster bounced down the sidewalk. His hand holding the lottery ticket was shaking with excitement as he checked the numbers against the screen in his other hand...again. There they were, a perfect match...he had hit the jackpot! He grinned. Maybe now he could finally buy that Greed Island game everyone was talking about…
He was so elated he didn’t even notice the shadow which had been stalking him for the last several blocks. As he paused in front of an intersection, waiting for the light to change, he suddenly noticed by the light from a street lamp that there was a silhouette behind him. He turned and…
...a cage sprung out around him, seemingly from nowhere. Startled, GMaster didn’t realize he had let go of his paper boon until it was too late. The ticket wafted down down...through the open gutter nearby.
Humming to herself, Nana filled in the last square of the Einstein puzzle she was working on and sat back with a satisfied grin on her face. Another one solved. Time to reward herself with some nice caramel brownie ice cream. She hopped up and headed to the fridge.
As she was pulling open the freezer door, however, suddenly her kitchen door burst open and two strange figures entered. One was some sort of humanoid lion/insect hybrid, the other a somewhat less humanoid turtle/insect hybrid.
“Finally, a tasty treat for our Queen,” the turtle thing hissed.
“Sorry, but I’m not sharing,” she proclaimed, hugging the pint protectively.
The lion thing grinned menacingly. “He wasn’t talking about the ice cream…”
Framm was napping beneath the shade of an immense oak tree. He was having a strange dream, in which he and Araver went on a quest to save Araver’s true love from captivity, which was going smoothly, when everyone abruptly starting shooting everyone else in the face with shotguns. Groaning, his eyes popped open.
He was greeted with the sight of everyone in his dream standing over him, frowning. “Hey, whats up?” he asked absentmindedly, noting a strange itch in his neck.
“It’s been a long and confusing Day and we just decided we needed to kill somebody,” bonanova informed him.
“Okay, sure, makes sense,” Framm shrugged.
Gmaster smiled at him and patted Framm on the shoulder. “Glad you understand,” he said before giving the rope in his hand a hard yank.
Framm’s body was pulled sharply up into the air by the noose around his neck. There was a loud crack, it twitched, and then fell stonily silent.
By the light of the half-moon, the two chimera ant squadron leaders silently and skillfully stalked their prey. One, a wolf-insect hybrid with a lean and hungry look, glanced sideways at his companion periodically. The other, a crustacean-insect hybrid, was mentally oscillating between the task at hand and his secret plans to move up the chain of command.
Suddenly their target, Phil, halted, as if alerted by something. The two chimera ants quickly ducked behind nearby trees to avoid detection. A few moments later, they shared a telepathic signal and simultaneously peaked back out into the clearing.
Phil was no where to be seen.
The flames of the villagers’ torches flickered in the dusty twilight as they gathered around Araver, who was affixed to a giant wooden stake surrounded by dry twigs and hay.
“No!” he cried, “You must listen to me, I have seen it, seen it all…”
But his pleas fell on deaf ears. One of villagers tossed his torch into the pyre, setting the whole thing aflame.
“Don’t, this is madness, madness!” Araver’s voice choked up with the smoke rising from the fire. “Madness, please, madness...hahahaha...I know, I see...the grand plan...it’s clear…” his voiced cracked as the fumes traveled into his brain. “Hahahahaha….ahhhhhhhhhh!”
The villagers watched silently as the flames consumed him, body and mind.
Slivers of silver moon peaked out from behind wispy clouds, softly illuminating the figure who levitated in the street, waiting for Gmaster.
The creature seemed to have a human body, which wore black slacks and a wrinkle-free dress shirt, tucked in at the waist. However, it also had antennas and a pair of large, colorful, translucent butterfly wings, from which sparkling particles seemed to emanate.
“So the Ant Queen only sent one to take care of me? Are you sure that’s going to be enough?” Gmaster taunted his opponent.
The creature laughed, a high, tinkling sound. “Foolish human, you have no clue, do you? I am not a pedestrian ant soldier, I am Shaiapouf, of the Royal Guard,” he declared, chest puffing. “And I was not sent by anyone. Our King’s birth is imminent, and I volunteered to come myself to make certain that nothing interferes with that glorious occasion. And you must be disposed of.”
“Well, you can try…” Gmaster crouched back into a martial arts stance.
Shaiapouf came flying at his prey, fists formed into sharp points that could penetrate a man’s heart.
Gmaster adeptly pivoted out of the way, and readied his counterattack: a flying side kick to the back of Pouf’s antennaed head.
But Pouf was too fast, sensing Gmaster’s en and dodging with ease. He paused, mid-air, then swooped back around to make another run at his target.
Again Gmaster dodged, but this time he noticed his limbs moving a bit slower. He wondered at it for only a moment as he turned his attention back to make a second counterattack.
This trend continued for several more attacks, which seemed to Gmaster an eternity, but in reality lasted no more than a few minutes. Finally, Pouf attacked, and Gmaster found himself unable to clear the assault in time. Pouf’s hand sliced through Gmaster’s shoulder.
In agony and a little woozy, Gmaster turned...just in time to see Pouf’s shining eyes as the hand plunged into his heart. “What...what...happened?” he choked, blood filling his lungs.
Pouf smirked. “My wings emit a spore which paralyze the victim. I had not been seriously trying to attack you in the beginning, I was distracting you whilst disseminating my spores around you.”
“We...we’re in trouble…” were Gmaster’s last words.
The long reddish orange rays of the setting sun focused on the three figures, tugging anxiously at their shadows. The hot humid air was saturated with anticipation, and in the distance, but too far distant, a crow cawed and the sound echoed throughout the electric atmosphere. The figures themselves, however, were silent and still.
Here they were, the final three. The last survivors of this bloody and brutal battle, this ritual of deception and detection that seven had originally begun in. One by one, the others had been taken down. Now it was just them, and the end was nigh.
On one corner of the makeshift triangle stood Bonuckle, the last surviving Hunter, with his fists furled and stance firmly set, ready for the last brawl. The situation looked bad for him, but he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
In another corner hunkered the Flaming Ant Queen, who had somehow made it to this point by the skin of its teeth, fighting tooth and nail for its victory and its legacy. Its eyes darted back and forth furtively between its two opponents, waiting for one of them to make a move.
In the final corner, lounging and surveying the scene with seeming disinterest, was the independent minded Neferphilou. She rocked back and forth on its exoskeleton covered feet and hummed an eerily cheerful tune, and completely ignoring the little white object with the counter on its head that had at some point began following her.
“Give it up,” the FAQ directed towards Bonuckle. “You know you can’t win, but do you really want that traitor, who has done nothing to deserve it, to win? Side with me against her, and I promise you I won’t kill you.”
Bonuckle harumphed skeptically. “What reason do I have to believe you’ll keep your word? None, that’s what. Maybe I can’t win, but I definitely will not let you.”
Philou laughed. “I don’t care what either of you do, I haven’t had to lift a finger this entire time, and I’m still going to win. Why don’t you two just kill each other and save me the trouble.” She yawned.
“Why, you insolent…” the FAQ screeched and lunged at Philou, deadly feelers extended.
Without even turning to look in the FAQ’s direction, Philou hopped up, out of the way of the attack, and landed soundlessly back down a few feet away.
Bonuckle took the opportunity to make his move, channeling his en into his fist and launching a powerful attack at the FAQ while it was off balance. The FAQ, still reeling, managed to move out of the way to the right...but not enough. The nen-enhanced punch tore off part of her torso on the left side. The FAQ screamed and writhed in agony.
“Heh,” bonuckle grinned smugly. “That’s one down, one more to…”
But before he could finish the thought he felt a sharp jolt of pain.. He looked down at his chest, bewildered, and found part of Philou’s hand sticking out of it. Jerkily, he twisted his neck around to look into the face of his attacker. “I can’t...believe…”
“What, did you think I wasn’t going to kill you just because I didn’t have to? I don’t kill because I have to...I kill because I can, because you creatures are all inferior and don’t deserve to live.” Philou scoffed.
“Mm...noo…” bonuckle coughed and tried to shake his head. His eyes began to grow dull and weary. “That’s...not...what…” Blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth and his body began to quake. “I can’t believe...you…” Suddenly a light sparked back into his eyes and he grinned, a bloody, half-mad grin. “...fell for it.”
Philou had only a millisecond to realize what was happening before the bomb inside the Hunter, connected to bonuckle’s heartbeat, detonated.
It had been 6 months since the bomb had gone off that had laid waste to most of the Republic of East Brainden. It had been said that the area had been mostly unpopulated by then, seeing as how the residents that had not mysteriously disappeared had made the intelligent choice of relocating to not share their countrymen’s fate, whatever it may have been.
After the explosion, people had stayed clear of the area, hearing that the residue was probably poisonous. But now that the authorities on such matters had deemed the levels of toxicity safe for brief periods of exposure, the opportunists, the ones desperate for fame and/or power, and the archaeologically minded had formed an expedition into the ruins of that territory.
As the ragtag group ventured into where the heart of the destruction had been, they were careful to move slowly, meticulously checking the readings on their various instruments and the radiation level indicators that they wore. As they progressed without incident, they began to relax a little, and murmurings of conservation started between their number.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” a squat man with a receding hairline asserted to the tall, attractive woman in glasses walking next to him. “I mean, I’ve seen much worse and gotten through it. There was that one time…”
The woman, who had been nodding politely, not really listening, abruptly stopped, eyes gaping. “Whaaaa...what’s that…?” she stammered and pointed.
The man frowned at being interrupted, but turned to see what the woman was gesturing at. The others in the group had also diverted their attention to the spectacle.
Something had began rising from the debris, and odd form, badly burnt. As it reached its full height, the expedition noted that its form seemed somewhat humanoid, with the incinerated remains of what appeared to be arms hanging off what they recognized as a torso, and standing, shakily, on what could be considered legs.
“Is it alive? Can it talk?” the group began to ask each other after recovering from their initial shock.
The follically challenged man glanced at the woman, then, puffing up his chest, stepped forward towards the entity. This is quite a discovery! He thought greedily. I’ll be famous, more famous than that pretty boy detective who all the women go gaga for...
“Hello! We are the expeditionary team sent by the Inter-Brainden Relations Commitee,” he accosted, standing on a mound of debris in front of it. “Are you alright? Can we help you in any way?”
The creature - it was a creature, they now realized - turned its gaze up at the man. “Yesss…” its voice came weakly as a low hiss.
The man turned back to his party, giving them a smile that was reassuring and just a little smug. “Well, then,” he crooned, turning back to his prize, “what can we do for you…”
As the words left his mouth, he noticed something odd. He seemed to be in the wrong place, i.e. he wasn’t where he thought he’d be…? Well, his body was where it should be, he knew that, he could see it...wait it minute...why could he see so much of his own body?
His shriek froze in his severed vocal cords as the last remnants of electrical activity faded from his head, which was now a significant distance from the rest of him.
The rest of his party screamed and began to run wildly in different directions.
The creature straightened up and the dessicated gap which had been its mouth opened and a wrinkled tongue protruded to lick off the blood on its paws. Feeling a little better, it grinned down at the silly man’s head. “What you can do for me?” Philou repeated in an amused tone. “You can die for me.”
End of Game Roster Edit
- Phil1882 (Neferpitou)
- Framm18 (Killua) - Lynched D1
- Flamebirde (Ant Queen) - Lynched D3
- bonanova (Knuckle)
- GMaster479 (Gon) - Killed N3
- Araver (Palm) - Lynched D2
- Nana77 (Shoot) - Killed N1
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