|Miniature LOST Themed Mafia|
|Link||Miniature LOST Themed Mafia|
|Size||9 Players (Tiny)|
|Start Date||August 9th, 2008|
|Winning Faction||N/A Game stopped|
|Roster|| 1) GreyCells|
|First to Die||Lost in space|
It began on August 9th, 2008 and ended in a Game Stoppage on D1.
Others: BTSC & NK.
- Ethan - creepy surgeon. "Wasn't on the manifest, dude"
- Goodwin - handsome heroic man. Ana Lucia pwns him with a stick. Too bad in this game he goes to the Losties' beach, not the Tailies' beach
- Tom - the "bearded guy" who isn't really bearded. Also gay, as revealed in season 4. Tom reports back to Richard (who reports to Ben) or Ben (who reports back to Jacob). Because of this, Tom gets info from Jacob Himself, and can learn one person's role each day
Losties (Crash Survivors):
- John Locke - is attuned with the Island and the Black Smoke Monster, and thus is told the identity of one Other each day. Each day John Locke can pick one person only known to him... if he picks Charlie, he helps rid Charlie's drug addiction. If he does't pick Charlie by the 3rd day, Charlie dies from heroin overdose
- Jack - the Losties' doctor who has a soap opera life. Chooses one person each night. If that person is targeted by the Others, Jack slams their chest repeatedly and yells "Come on, dammit!" until they come back to life
- Charlie - plays the guitar
- Kate - resident Island b*tch. Also, the center of a love triangle which involves Jack and Sawyer. If Kate dies during the day, there is a 1/3 chance Kate is lynched as normal, a 1/3 chance Jack dies in her place, and a 1/3 chance Sawyer dies in her place. If Kate dies at night, Charlie makes a song about it
- Sawyer - needs huge reading glasses to peruse children's books. Steals stuff. Cons money. He steals stuff every night- if he steals stuff from an Other, he realizes who they are, but the Others figure out that he was going through their stuff and learn his identity after the night is over
- Sayid - pure badass Iraqi. Can snap people's necks with his feet and torture you with a rusty wrench. Sayid can torture someone on the 2nd day, and their role is revealed to him
N/A - Host stopped the game
Day and Night Posts
|Prologue: Oceanic Flight 815|
Beep...beep...beep...beep... The steady beeping of the plane's controls slowly lulled Hurley asleep until his head was drooping against the back of the seat in front of him.
"It was my fault," he murmured unconsciously. "The deck... too fat... water... people screaming..."
The guy next to him looked at him uncomfortably.
"Dave..." Hurley continued. "Dave said it was okay... Dave said they deserved it..."
The guy next to him was sweating now, glancing nervously toward the flight attendant, but she was busy denying Jack more alchohol.
"One more glass of whiskey!" Jack urged. "C'mon... please?" Next to him, Rose rolled her eyes, and then the attendant's gaze was swiped away by the other flight attendant, who was chasing Charlie toward the back of the plane. It was more following than chasing- she knew Charlie was gonna sniff some heroin in the bathroom and she wanted in on the drugs.
In the cockpit, the pilot, Seth Norris, adjusted a few controls, stifling a yawn. What a boring, typical flight.
BAM! Beroop beroop beroop beroop... The pilot swore and started fidgeting with random buttons and blinking lights. He didn't know what all this crap meant! All they taught him in flight school was how to turn on autopilot. If only Frank Lapidus hadn't been too drunk to fly the plane...
Something electromagnetic had disturbed the plane's computers- some sort of massive pulse coming from a nearby location. The copilot checked the charts hastily- there was nothing in that spot but empty ocean!
Or so they thought.
Jack, who had been staring out of the window at the peaceful clouds, was suddenly jerked upward as the plane started rattling and shaking. Screeching alarms started blaring, and flight attendants ran back and forth, showing people how to fit on their oxygen masks. John Locke sat still and peaceful, his paralyzed legs trembling from the vibrations.
The Barracks Book Club
"It's not even literature," Adam complained. "It's popcorn."
Amelia snorted. "And why isn't it literature, Adam? I'm dying to know."
"There's no metaphor! It's by-the-numbers religious hocum-pocum."
"No metaphor?" Amelia repeated.
"It's science-fiction... now I know why Ben isn't here," Adam replied.
Juliet's head snapped up, her face darkening. "Excuse me?"
"I know the host picks the book; but seriously, Julie, he wouldn't read this in the damn bathroom." Adam snorted.
"Well, Adam," Juliet hissed, her temper flaring. "I am the host and I do pick the book. And this is my favorite book. So I am absolutely thrilled that you can't stand it. Silly me for sinking so low as to select something that Ben wouldn't like. Here I am thinking that free will still actually exists on-"
Her rampage was cut off by what was seemingly an earthquake.
"The doorway, get into the doorway," Juliet said, ushering people away from the shaking walls.
When the shaking stopped, Juliet wandered out of her house like many others, confused. Ethan zoomed out from underneath her broken plumbing, wiping his hands.
Ben emerged from his house, staring up at the blue sky.
Suddenly... a plane zoomed across the sky, dragging with it a troubled slipstream, debris flying out in a wake of discarded scrap. Then, in a burst of tearing noise, the plane broke apart, the tail end pinwheeling across the Island, the cockpit spinning off into the jungle with the fuselage crashing into the beach.
"Goodwin, did you see where the tail landed?" Ben barked.
"Yeah, probably in the water," was Goodwin's quick reply.
"You run and you can make that shore line in an hour. Ethan, get up there to that fuselage. There may actually be survivors; and you're one of them. A passenger- in shock- come up with an adequate story if they ask. Stay quiet if they don't. Listen, learn, don't get involved. I want lists in 3 days- no, how about just starting killin em off each night. Go."
Before Goodwin ran off to the Tailies' end, Ben glanced guiltily at Juliet, and then Harper. Then he sighed. "Goodwin, nevermind," he called out. "I'll send Pryce to the Tailie end. You go with Ethan."
Goodwin and Ethan ran off, crashing through the underbrush and disappearing from sight (and later followed by Tom). Ben turned around and caught sight of Juliet, who was standing nearby holding Carrie, by Stephen King.
Ben was silent for a second, then said: "I guess I'm out of the book club."
Your view pans backwards, Othersville is revealed to be in a jungle-filled crater shadowed by cliffs. Trails of smoke descended down at other ends of the Island, marking the sight of the plane crash.
Across the Island
As Jack ran around saving random people from certain death, John Locke lay in the sand, groaning, his bald head bloody and in shock. Then, like a lucid light filling his senses, the pain was whisked away by a waterfall of touch- of feeling. Of pins and needles. Astonished, Locke looked at his toes... and wriggled them.
The campfires around the beach dotted out one by one, until the frightened crash survivors were shrouded in blackness. Nobody knew what the loud roaring noises and upended trees from the jungle were, and nobody wanted to know (except John Locke, who was already pimpin out with the smoke monster).
One thing that they would've wanted to know, however, was that there were 3 people among them... 3 Others... that weren't on the plane.
As night fell on the camp, 6 people woke up and packed their stuff. They had decided to break away from the group and make another camp downshore.
Ethan looked up groggily from his sleeping blanket, and saw Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Sayid, Locke and Charlie sneaking away. Ethan nudged Goodwin and Tom awake, and they headed over, their feet plopping against the cool dark sand.
"Say, can we join you guys? We're afraid there could be psychos in the group or something, you know," Tom bumbled. Everyone looked at Jack (a natural leader), and he nodded.
"Let's go," said Kate. "We'll call it Camp Brainden."
Everyone looked at her. "Uh, why?" Sayid said. "I was thinking of calling it Camp Sayid is Bad@ss."
Kate shrugged, and the 9 of them kept walking, setting up a private little camp around the edge of a point.
Finally, when all had gone to sleep (except Jack, who was sleeping near a specific person in case of danger, and Sawyer, who was pretending to sleep but was actually planning to steal some stuff), the 3 Others rose silently from their slumber.
It has begun.
|Night 1: Smoke and Mirrors|
As the sun sets beyond the liquid horizon...
"Well if ain't Marvy the Martian," Sawyer snorted as he/she passed Marv's sleeping body, leaning down to shuffle through the duffel bag. "Shuffel the duffel," Sawyer chuckled to himself/herself. "Well well well, looks like Marv's a poet and he don't even know it!"
"Happy about something?" came a cold voice. Sawyer shot a nervous glance to his/her left, and saw a shadowy figure, standing in the silhouette of the red setting sun. Sawyer, who had just been fiddling with a small mirror from Marv's pack, stood up nervous.
"Cya later, Hemingway," Sawyer hissed to Marv, before turning and dashing away toward the jungle.
The figure leapt after him like a jungle cat, snagging Sawyer's shirt and tearing it, revealing a giant tattoo that read Lost In Space. LIS slashed down with the small mirror, hacking his assailant's arm. The assailant- Ethan- dropped his/her arm with a furious snarl, giving LIS enough time to sprint away into the treeline, followed viciously by the Other.
"Come on, Tarzan!" Sawyer shouted back as Ethan leapt off trees, moving through the jungle as if he/she owned it. "There's a new sheriff in town!"
"Shut up," growled Ethan, and tackled Sawyer to the dirt in a small clearing. LIS struggled, but Ethan was amazingly strong, pinning LIS to the ground and tying his arm to a piece of twine attached to a nearby tree. Then Ethan whistling, as if calling an animal, and retreated into the shadows.
"Where you goin', Dr. Doolittle?" Sawyer shouted as Ethan disappeared among the trees. "Had enough of this? Huh?" He was silent for a second before yanking on the twine angrily and yelling, "Come on! Get me outta here, hoss! No more stealing from me!" He raised the small mirror and began sawing at the twine, but it wasn't helping. "Hey! Where'd you go-"
His loud pleading was cut off by an even louder roar, coupled with a blaring foghorn as a wild wind kicked up, rustling the foilage. Something was comer closer, booming and shaking the trees as it tore its way toward the clearing. LIS was shocked into silence as whatever came closer and closer- as it neared to where he was tied, LIS could see trees being upended and tossed into the air like matchsticks. He gulped.
And suddenly a coil of pulsating black smoke was wrapped around him, smothering him in the dark memories of his past. He barely had to time to scream before the tentacle of darkness ripped him from the tree (and taking part of the tree with it) and raising him into the air. Sawyer/LIS howled in fear as the smoke monster slammed him against the trees.
The first slam rattled every bone in his body, dislodged plates in his skull, snapped a few of his ribs, puncturing one of the ribs, and sloshed the brain around. Before he could even register the pain, the smoke had swung him around and smashed him into another tree, breaking his back, crushing his head and snapping his neck as most of his internal organs were dashed apart as well. By the time he hit the third, and then fourth, trees (oddly, forming the shape of a cross), LIS was already as good as dead. His bloody body was dropped onto the clearing and the smoke retreated with a chittering sound.
As the final wisps of smoke disappeared, LIS dropped the little mirror into the dust.
But wait... his hazy vision was blackening quickly... was that Jack emerging from the trees?
No, it was Ethan, come back to check on him. By the time Ethan reached his body, LIS didn't care anymore... because he was dead.
End of Game Roster
The Island: Unreality
- Grey Cells - Sayid
- Taliesin - Goodwin
- Marv - Jack
- Puzzlegirl - Tom
- Lemony Melon - Kate
- Reign Of Fire - Ethan
- Yellowsubmarine - John Locke
- Lost In Space - Sawyer - Killed in N1 by the Others
- Rene83 - Charlie
|List of actions|
Night One - Smoke and Mirrors