|Size||16 Players (Large)|
|Start Date||June 17, 2009|
|Winning Faction||Penguin Populace (Goodies)|
|First to Die||Limey|
|Last Remaining||rossbeemer, Joe's Student, CutePsychoBunny, Prof. Templeton, JarZe, Phaze, seahorse|
|MVP||CutePsychoBunny / JarZe|
Penguin Mafia was a game designed and hosted by Frost based on own design.
It began on June 17, 2009 and ended in a Penguin Populace (Goodies) win in N5 (June 26th, 2009)
Game Mechanics Edit
Days and nights will both be around 24 hours, and I'll try to have them all end at about the same time.
As for ties in voting, neither player will be thrown to the leopard seals.
Any actions that involve a response from me (such as spying) will not get a response until after the day/night has ended, so there is no confusion.
Just in case this isn't clear, all kills from BTSC groups, excluding the King's RID kill, cannot be blocked, but all other actions can be.
If you're dead, no ghost posting that reveals any information.
As always, the normal mafia rules apply.
1) Can the Emperor choose to appear as the Penguin Sergeant or Penguin Private but not as a 'Military Penguin' only?
- No. Besides, that would be a dead giveaway, wouldn't it? The actual roles don't show up as "Penguin Sergeant" or "Penguin Private," so it would be obvious that they're the Emperor. tongue.gif
2) Will the Jackassassin's/Iron Tuxedo's/Mocking Bird's block be in the Night Post?
- All blocks appear in the night posts. However, as usual, most other roles' actions won't appear unless successful (such as saving, or the Night Stalker's ability, or the King's kill), if they appear at all (spying, and other smaller actions won't appear in posts).
3) What happens if President Calvin changes Player A's vote from Player B to Player C and the Flipper changes all votes for C to B? Who gets precedence?
- Hmmm...that's a good question. Well, I said that the president overrides the Flipper's action, so even if that situation happens, he still causes Player A to vote for Player C, no matter what the Flipper does (he's the President after all, he can bypass a virus). That should keep things from getting too confusing with voting.
Kingpin Guins: A rising Penguin Mafia that is trying to take over Antarctica with their powerful weapons. They have BTSC, and can make one group kill each night. The mafia must select one of their members to perform the night kill, which is unblockable by a blocking role.
- Emperor: The leader of the Kingpin Guins, a secret underground organization. He is never seen out in the open, so no one knows what he looks like. Every night, he may select the name of any role, dead or alive, with the exception of “Military Penguin,” and if spied, he will appear as that role (otherwise he appears as “Emperor”). He has the final say in who to kill each night, and he is outed when he dies.
- King: Stealthy and skilled with identifying players, he uses his knowledge to take out his enemies. Any night but not two in a row, the King may attempt to RID a player of his choosing. If he is correct, the King kills the targeted player, sneaking past any saves on that player (not including the Penguin Sergeant’s default save of the Penguin Private), and he will be undetectable by the Night Stalker. However, if the King is wrong, then he slips up and the targeted player learns his identity.
- Jackassassin: Always one to throw a punch, he can take someone out with the greatest of ease. Every night, he can choose to knock out one player, nullifying any actions that that player would have taken that night or the next day. However, this will not affect certain unblockable roles.
- Flipper: An incredibly intelligent penguin that knows his way around computers. He can use his skills to manipulate the voting systems for the daily vote. Every night but not two in a row, he may select two players. The next day, he will incorporate a virus into the computers that causes all votes placed for the first player to count as votes for the second player.
The Arctic Militia: A small group of two rogue penguins with BTSC that has gone AWOL from the Antarctic Army and formed their own militia. They despise the current army, especially the Penguin Sergeant and Penguin Private, who they want to see removed. However, as they are a militia, they also want to protect their country, so they want the Emperor dead. Each night, the militia as a whole can do one of two things: either select one of their members to perform a kill on someone, which is unblockable by blocking roles, or protect the entire militia from harm, which is unblockable so long as both members are still alive. If spied, a militia member will appear as a “Military Penguin,” as they still wear their uniforms to blend in. If a militia member is attacked while the militia is protecting themselves, the militia will be able to capture footage of the Attacker and learn their ID. However, in the event that this happens, the militia member will be referred to by role in the night post (not by ID), as they are undercover and will not be recognized. The militia wins if they outlive the Penguin Sergeant, the Penguin Private, and the Emperor.
The Penguin Populace
- Penguin Sergeant: Has BTSC with Penguin Private. As a trained officer of the Antarctic military, the Sergeant can choose to kill another player every night with his combat skills, which is unblockable by blocking roles. However, if he dies, then the Penguin Private is promoted and replaces him. If spied, the Penguin Sergeant will only show up as “Military Penguin,” due to his military uniform. The Penguin Sergeant will be outed when he dies, as he will be recognized by his various medals. He cannot be saved by the Penguin Paramedic.
- Penguin Private: Has BTSC with Penguin Sergeant. A novice military soldier, the Penguin Private is learning from his superior, the Penguin Sergeant. While the Penguin Sergeant is alive, the Private is invincible, as he is under the supervision of the Sergeant. He will be referred to by role in the post if attacked during the night while the Sergeant is still alive. If the Sergeant dies, the Private loses his invincibility, but gains the Sergeant’s kill ability. If spied, the Penguin Private will only show up as “Military Penguin,” due to his military uniform. He cannot be saved by the Penguin Surgeon.
- President Calvin: The newly elected president of Antarctica in a landslide vote. Liked by everyone, Calvin can influence how people vote. Realizing the threat of the mafia to his country, he is willing to bend the rules to try and stop them. Every night he can select one player, and the next day he will meet with that person when they vote, however the player will not be informed of the meeting. The President will convince them to change their vote to a candidate of his selection. This overrides Flipper’s influence, and if the President happens to visit Flipper while he’s loading the virus, then the President will prevent him from loading it as well as change his vote, however the President will not be informed that this occurred.
- Penguin Paramedic: A quick response medic. Every night, he can choose one player to save, but not the same player two nights in a row.
- Penguin Surgeon: An experienced surgeon. Every night, he can choose one player to save, but not the same player two nights in a row.
- Detective: A clever investigator, good at making quick and accurate deductions. Every night, he may spy on one living player and learn that player’s role.
- Private Investigator: Specializes in investigating murders and identifying victims. Every day but not two in a row, he may examine one of the already deceased players and learn their role.
- The Mocking Bird: A genetically enhanced penguin that has the capability to adopt multiple abilities. Every night, he may perform one of three actions: saving, killing, or blocking. However, because he is only learning these abilities, he must use every action once before he can use one a second time. After that, he is free to choose which ability to use on any night.
- Night Stalker: A sneaky penguin that always hides in the shadows, the Night Stalker excels at following people without leaving a trace. Every night, he may choose to stalk someone for the night, though not the same person two nights in a row. If that person is successfully killed, the Night Stalker will jump out and attack the killer of the player, killing them. The killer will be referred to by their name when they attack, not their role, so that their role is not revealed.
- The Iron Tuxedo: A massive penguin with impenetrable armor. He strikes fear into anyone that sees him. Every night, he can choose to block a player, and that player will be too busy cowering in fear to perform their action. However, this will not affect certain unblockable roles.
Host's Summary Edit
Game Idea and Expectations Edit
Winning Faction Edit
- rossbeemer - Penguin Surgeon
- JS – Mocking Bird
- CPB – Penguin Sergeant
- Cherry Lane - Detective
- Prof. T – Iron Tuxedo
- JarZe – Penguin Private
- Einkil – President Calvin
- Phaze - Penguin Paramedic
- Limey – Private Investigator
- seahorse – Night Stalker
Day and Night Posts Edit
“Where does this go?”
“Oh, you can just put that over in the corner.”
“What about this?”
“Leave that on the table, I want to inspect it personally. Oh and when you’re done there, go and check the inventory, we need to make sure we have everything.”
“Excellent…now is the perfect time to strike. Our weapons are stockpiled; we have all that is necessary to conquer this pathetic continent.”
The Emperor penguin glanced down at the table, picking up the magnum and looking it over.
“They won’t be able to stop us,” he laughed.
“Not as long as we’ve got these babies,” the King said, walking in. He hefted a rocket launcher up to his shoulder. “I can use this to take those foolish penguins out from afar.”
“You and your weapons,” the Jackassassin remarked, “All I need is raw strength to knock someone out.”
“Yeah, but you’re still too much of a weakling to kill anyone,” chuckled the King penguin.
“Who are you calling weak, you pathetic son of a-“
“Enough!” shouted the Emperor. “We need to focus. Now that you’re all here, we can…wait, where’s Flipper?”
“Oh, I think he’s still busy working on his computer…I’m not sure what he’s been up to lately…”
“Well get him in here!”
“Sigh…the things I have to deal with…”
“Alright, a little more to the left…no, wait, right…stop! Perfect.”
The massive penguin heaved the large blue couch against the wall.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. President?”
“That will do for now, Mr.…I don’t believe I caught your name.”
“Most people just call me the Iron Tuxedo, sir.”
“Well, thank you for your help, Iron Tuxedo.”
Calvin sat back in his chair, amazed that he had come so far. Just a few weeks ago he was sitting at home, when the he heard the news from the TV. “Calvin is the new President of Antarctica!” the announcer said. It was quite overwhelming at the time, and it still was at the time.
But he had no time to dwell on it, the continent was in danger and as the new President, he had to make sure that the Penguin Mafia isn’t successful.
“Liz, get me the Penguin Sergeant on the phone, I need to speak with him immediately.”
“Can’t you drive any faster?”
“I’m going as fast as I can, there’s nothing I can do about the traffic. The siren can only do so much.”
The Private Investigator looked down at the unconscious penguin.
“How did you say you found him again?” the Penguin Paramedic asked.
“Well, I was investigating a recent murder, and I happened across this poor penguin while on my way to the crime scene. I figured he needed help, so I called an ambulance for him.”
“Well it was good of you to do that. Ah, we’re almost at the hospital.”
“We need to stay organized, soldiers. A war is coming, and we must be prepared for the worst to take down our enemy, the Penguin Mafia! So be brave, men, I know we can defeat them! The Antarctic Army is the greatest ever known!”
“Sir, you have a phone call.”
“A phone call? Can’t you see I’m busy giving an annoying motivational speech that no one is listening to anyway?”
“Sir, it’s the President.”
“The President? Screw the motivational speech, where’s the phone?”
“Sorry, Mr. President, what can I do for you? Yes, I’m quite aware of that…”
Meanwhile, at the back of the ranks of soldiers…
“Finally, he shut up for a moment…peace and quiet at last.”
“Seriously, does he have to drone on like that? We’ve all heard this speech at least 50 times over the last week.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea…I’m tired of this crappy army. I bet we could form one ourselves which is ten times better than this one.”
“That’s brilliant! Then we could really show people how great we are. Let’s get going.”
The quick eye of the Penguin Private, the Sergeant’s right hand man, notices the two troublemakers sneaking off and goes to tell the Sergeant.
“Sir, there’s something you need to kno-“
“Quiet! Can’t you see I’m on the phone with the President?”
“But Sergeant, they’re getting awa-“
“What did I just say? There’s nothing that could be as important as this!”
The Private sulked off, grumbling to himself. He glanced at where the two soldiers had been, now long gone. He sighed, and went back to his chair to sit down.
“Come on out, whoever you are! I know you’re there!” the Detective called out into a seemingly empty alley, just as an ambulance flew past.
“I’ve been following you for a while now, and all clues lead me here, now show yourself!” he yelled again.
“Are you sure you’ve been the one doing the following?” a quiet voice snickered out from the shadows. “You don’t realize who you’re dealing with, do you?”
Suddenly, the Night Stalker jumped out from behind the Detective, shooting past him at lightning speeds back into the darkness.
The Detective, surprised for merely a moment, rushed after him.
“Come back here! I must know who you are!”
“Well, I have a crime scene to get back to…”
“You sure you won’t stay? We may need your help in identifying him.”
“While I’d love to stay and support him, there’s a dead body that needs my attention right now. Here’s my card in case you need to reach me later. Now I must be going.”
The Penguin Paramedic turned back to the patient.
“It’s all up to you now,” he said, passing the patient off to the Penguin Surgeon.
After about an hour, the Surgeon comes back out.
“Look, we did all we could for him, but he was too far gone. We lost him. Though I did notice something…he seemed peculiar…not quite like a normal penguin. Still, there was nothing we could do for him.”
“Oh well, at least you tried your best,” replied the Paramedic, “I just wonder who he was.”
“So these are our new headquarters? They’re kinda…”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s all we have for now. Just wait until we build up a greater force, then we’ll be able to have a fancier place.”
“I guess…but to do that we’ll need to make people notice us.”
“If we could take down the head of the Penguin Mafia…boy, then people would look up to us!”
“Yeah, but we’d need the Sergeant gone, and his pesky brat of an apprentice, the Private. With them around we’ll never be able to rise to be leaders of our own militia.”
“What should we call our new militia?”
“Well, we’re the opposite of the Antarctica Army, so we might as well be the Arctic Militia.”
“Great…now we just have to get those three out of the way…”
The penguin opened his eyes to see…nothing. It was pitch black and freezing cold, at least, more freezing than usual in Antarctica. He lifted his head up to look around, only to bang his head on something metal above him.
“Where am I?” he thought to himself.
He started pushing on the walls around him, realizing that he was in a small metal chamber. When he shoved the back wall, he realized that the compartment was opening, and he looked about the new setting.
“What am I doing in a morgue?”
The penguin got out of the case and looked down at his hands.
“What the-? What’s happening?”
The bird’s flippers kept shifting, phasing in and out. He glanced over at one of the other dead penguins, only to feel an odd sensation. Then he looked up at a mirror. He realized that he was identical to the dead penguin. Surprised, the penguin blinked again, this time seeing himself in the mirror.
“I must be seeing things,” stuttered the confused penguin. “Oh well, I’m tired…might as well go home.”
The Mocking Bird exited the morgue and left the hospital, heading for home.
“So are we all clear on the plan?”
“Good, now…Flipper, get off the computer!”
“Sorry, I’m just working on this new virus that could potentially devastate their systems.”
“We don’t have time for that. We need to attack, tonight. Prepare yourselves men, for the war begins now!”
The Penguin Mafia headed out of their clifftop cave hideout, armed to take down the city below.
|Night 1 - Infiltration|
A lone penguin looked out from his rooftop across Antarctica. The sun had just dropped behind the icy hills in the distance, leaving behind a dark sky void of clouds. The penguin noticed a few dark shapes moving across the vast desert outside the capital.
“That must be them,” he muttered to himself, “the ones they spoke of on the news. I guess it's starting…hopefully we can survive their attack.”
Taking one last look out onto the almost empty tundra, the penguin headed back inside. The stream of light emanating from the roof slowly disappeared as the door closed behind him.
“Can’t these snowmobiles go any faster?”
“Shut up and quit whining, or I’ll make you toboggan the rest of the way there.”
The Penguin Mafia rode on, towards the silent city sprawled ahead.
“Not on the list.”
“What? How am I not on there?”
“Not my problem. Your name’s not on the list.”
“Let me see that list…”
“Wait, give that back, you can’t…”
“Hey, this isn’t a list of names! It’s just a newspaper!”
“How observant of you, CL. I think it’s time you came with me.”
“Hey, get your hands off of me…wait, where are you taking me? Oof!”
“You’re not doing anything tonight.”
The Iron Tuxedo headed into a darkened alleyway, dragging the unconscious Cherry Lane behind him.
“Man, it’s good to be inside again.”
“You said it,” replied Limey, closing the door to the blustery winds howling along the streets.
“I need a snack…”
“I think I’ll just head off to bed, today was too exhausting.”
Limey headed up the stairs to his room and got into bed. He stretched out and relaxed, falling asleep almost instantly.
“Ooh, look, fancy gates!”
“Shut up, Jack. Flipper, you think you can get us in there?”
“Of course! This is just a basic security system, I can bypass it easily.”
“How long will it take?”
The doors swung open, to an empty street.
“Where’s the security guard?”
“Oh, I took him out a while back,” the King laughed, patting the sniper rifle at his side.
“Well, let’s get moving boys,” announced the Emperor, “we’ve got a city to take over!”
Well into the night, Limey woke up to a crash from downstairs.
“What was that?”
He got up and went across the upstairs hallway to his friend’s room.
“Hey, you in there? Guess not…”
Limey heard sounds coming from downstairs. They were discussing something…he wasn’t sure what, but it sounded like they were discussing a murder. He quietly proceeded down the stairs, peering into the living room. Limey realized that the tv was still on. His friend must have been watching an episode of CSI when he fell asleep.
“So those were the voices I heard,” Limey chuckled to himself, relieved. He walked over to the sofa, to wake up his dozing friend.
He didn’t see it coming. The figure got up from the sofa and glanced down at the knocked out Limey.
“Nice work, Jackass, we’ll take it from here.”
“I told you not to call me that. Just stick with Jack.”
“But Jackass is so much better…oh whatever. Let’s get rid of this guy.”
“Hurry up you two,” the Emperor called out, “We don’t have all night.”
“Coming boss,” the two penguins said, carrying out the limp body of Limey.
“Forgetting something?” the Emperor said, impatiently.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”
The Emperor pulled out his magnum and shot Limey square in the face.
“That’s better,” the Emperor muttered, “One down, eleven to go. Now let’s get out of here. We’ve got to stay low while we take this city apart from the inside. We’ll have to find somewhere to hideout for the meantime…”
The Penguin Mafia snuck off into the night, just as a few clouds started forming overhead.
|Day 1 - Scumbagassery|
Limey’s body wasn’t discovered until late the next day. Immediately afterwards, a huge argument arose about who had killed him.
“It must have been them,” one penguin sputtered out.
“The ones they’ve been speaking of, the…Penguin Mafia. No one knows who they are, but I’ll bet that they’re among us right now.”
The commotion continued on for a while, until…
“Silence, citizens!” boomed a voice from above.
The crowd looked up to see a penguin high above them on a balcony. He hadn’t been there a moment ago…
The unknown penguin continued, after the masses had quieted: “I’m sure you’re all upset; we should not have lost Limey to those fools. They may have managed to infiltrate this city, but they shall go no further! They must be stopped.
I shall not stand for such scumbagassery!
You must try and root out the ones hiding among you…I wish you luck in your endeavors…”
“Wait, who are you?” came a voice from below.
But the penguin was gone.
The penguins in the crowd looked around at each other, suspicious of everyone. After much deliberation, they finally decided on one player: sparrowhawk.
“Throw him to the seals!” they chanted. One penguin jumped out with a dagger and cut a deep wound into sparrowhawk’s side.
Sparrowhawk was dragged off to the ocean by the mob of penguins, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Upon reaching the edge of the water, three penguins heaved the still stunned sparrowhawk into the icy depths. The leopard seals started surrounding sparrowhawk, attracted by the blood flowing from the gash in his side. The penguins watched from above as the leopard seals ripped sparrowhawk to shreds, tearing off his limbs one at a time and devouring them whole.
One of the penguins, looking away from the carnage, noticed something floating away from the bloody remains of sparrowhawk. The penguin picked up the soggy notebook, and read the title scratched on the front.
“Arctic Militia? What’s that?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of them. Don’t tell me that we’ve got another group to deal with; it looks like this mafia will be enough.”
“You said it. Let’s just hope there aren’t any more of them…”
Far above on the rooftops, the penguin glanced down at the crowd, now breaking up.
“Sorry to see you go, sparrowhawk. And I was rooting for you, too.”
Shadow turned around and slipped away, into the coming night.
|Night 2 - The Chaos Begins|
After a long and questionable day, the capital had finally settled down for the night. Or at least, it had settled for the moment.
After finishing up at work for the day, JS headed down Chill St. towards his house. As he passed by an appliance store, the voice of the newscaster penguin blared into his ears.
“This recent development has the police on full alert! The Penguin Police Department of Antarctica will not rest tonight to keep our citizens safe from the threat of the Penguin Mafia. This group of criminal penguins has been convicted of murder in the first degree, plotting against the government, as well as a multitude of other felonies. We must be vigilant in stopping these bandits! The News 6 crew is out as well, working to bring you the latest as this story progresses.”
“Sigh…I hope this whole ordeal is over soon,” JS muttered as he continued on.
Moments later, the anchor called out, this time to a lonely street: “Hold on, I’m getting an incoming message from Tom. He says there’s been a new development in the case…Tom, you there?”
“I’m here Kristen, coming to you from the News 6 chopper. The police have just identified a group of possible suspects in the murder of one so-called “Limey,’ as well as a recent kidnapping. Police were tipped off initially by an alarm that went off down in Icicle Heights. The group was recently spotted driving a black van down Frost Avenue, heading towards Shadow Boulevard. We’re tracking them now; we’ll keep you updated as the investigation progresses.”
“Thanks Tom. Now on to the weather…”
“Man, I told you we should have done it later tonight.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one that tripped the alarm.”
“Well maybe if you hadn’t socked me in the face!”
“Shut up, both of you! Flipper, how are you progressing?”
“Just give me a second…almost there…”
Earlier that evening…
“Now, we need to do this fast. In. Out. Done. It’s a simple job, just take out the target. The less time we’re out in the open, the better.”
“Alright boss. Hey Jackass, don’t forget the silencer.”
“Dammit man, what did I say? Sigh…there’s no reasoning with you. Let’s just finish this.”
The two penguins opened the small basement window, squeezing through it into the dark.
“You bring a flashlight?”
“I didn’t think we would need one…”
“Oh well, just feel for a light switch…ah, here we go. Alright, let’s get moving, we’ve got to take this guy out quickly, otherwise the Boss will get pissed.”
They creep up the stairs, breathing heavily with each creak of the steps. As the basement door opened, it let out a high whine, like that of a depressed puppy.
“I hate old houses.”
The living room spread out before them.
“This guy is riiiiich…dang, would you look at all of this stuff?”
“Dude, leave that stuff alone, we’ve got a job to do.”
They ascended the stairs to the second floor of the house, where they found Phaze sleeping peacefully in his bedroom, unaware of the intruders.
“Ok, Jackass, you think you can handle killing this pathetic penguin, or should I do it myself, since he’s probably too dangerous for you?”
“That’s it! I’m taking you out!”
The Jackassassin lunged at the King, punching him in the face, hard. The King flew back into a glass case beside the wall. Suddenly alarms started screeching in their ears, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Phaze was now aware of the intruders.
“Damn man, now look what you’ve done! Crap, and now he’s awake. Quick, let’s just bag him and run.”
The penguins stuffed Phaze into a large duffel bag and shot down the stairs. They rushed out the back door and meet up with the Emperor.
“What the hell guys? I give you one simple task, and you go and screw it up. Great, just great. Let’s just get out of here before you mess anything else up. Get in the van; we’ll go back to the warehouse”
Back in the present…
“Quiet you,” the Emperor shouts, kicking the duffel bag. Can’t you drive any faster?”
“I’m trying, boss, but there’s too much traffic!”
“Ah, done! This should help resolve our problems.”
“What is it Flipper?”
“Hold on. King, make your next right.”
“What? But that’s not in the right direction.”
“Just do it, man!”
The tires squeal as the van rounds the corner, burning rubber. Above, a news chopper is following the van, and in the distance police sirens can be heard.
“Don’t slow down at this light.”
“But it’s red…”
“Listen to me, dammit!”
Just before the van entered the intersection, the light changed to green.
“Well, that was convenient,” the King exclaimed.
“No, that was me. Make your next left. Oh, and I wouldn’t worry about the police catching up to us anytime soon…I think they might just get stuck in traffic…”
If a penguin had been standing on the roof of the capitol building at that moment, they would have seen the black van rocket past below, with the helicopter on its tail. Also, in the distance, a massive traffic jam would be visible to them, as well as a number of flashing police sirens dancing among the cars.
“I’ve hacked into the city mainframe and gained control of the traffic light network. Now I can control which lights turn green or red when. The police will have a tough time getting past all of those red lights…and it looks like clear, green sailing from here to the warehouse.”
“Impressive work, Flipper, much better than those two fools up front.”
“Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about that news chopper.”
“Don’t worry, I can handle that one,” smirked the King.
“Yeah, like you handled this kill? Great…”
Moments later, the van turned into an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, along an otherwise silent Chill Street, with the helicopter hovering just above.
“We’re receiving another update from Tom…Tom, what is it?”
“Well, Kristen, we’ve followed the suspects all the way to their supposed hideout. I’m not sure where the police are, but they should be arriving shortly. For now we’ll stay nearby and report on what the Penguin Mafia is up to …wait, what is that penguin doing? What is he-? Is that…? Hey! Quick, get us out of h-“
“Tom? Tom? Are you there, Tom? We’ve lost the transmission. Barry, cut to commercial.”
“Try the new Snowstorm convertible today! For only a low, low price of…”
“You sure about this?”
“We have to fight for our nation, Private. You of all penguins should know that. Now hand me my shotgun.”
“Alright, as long as you’re sure. I guess we do need to do what we can to stop this Penguin Mafia. We are the Antarctic Army, after all.”
“Exactly. Now let’s get going. We have an important mission tonight…”
“This will only take a sec…be right back.”
The King rushed off into the warehouse, the others slowly following after him. The giant metal door grinded as the King shoved them aside. He headed up the stairs to the right, and proceeded onto the rooftop.
“Perfect…just where I want you,” the King remarked, staring directly at the news chopper. He grabbed the rocket launcher from his back and hefted it to his shoulder.
“Gotta love rpg’s.”
The King fired the rocket from the massive bazooka, sighting the laser directly on the helicopter. The rocket cut through the air, spouting streams of smoke behind it. It made contact with the outside of the helicopter, smashing into the outer shell of the hovering menace. As the other penguins watched from below, the helicopter erupted into a massive fireball, flames thrashing about, and ash spewing everywhere. The explosion filled the sky above them, brightening the city with its effervescent glow. The remaining rubble crashed to the ground, right on top of the black van, creating a humongous dust cloud that momentarily blinded the penguins on the ground.
“Phew…that wasn’t so bad. Looked pretty awesome.”
“Nice work, King…though it would have been nice if our van hadn’t been trashed in the process…”
Joe’s Student, shocked at the flames whipping in the above, quickly dashed into a small alley to avoid the ashes. He kept running, glancing back at the inferno, not looking where he was going. He smashed right into a large, solid, dark shape.
“Going somewhere?” the shape said.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me.”
The Iron Tuxedo lifted JS above his head and carried him off into the night.
“Now that that’s taken care of, we can relax…”
“What are you, stupid? The police are still after us, the Flipper can’t hold them off forever! We need to destroy any evidence pointing to us, and get rid of this…fool as well,” the Emperor barked, kicking the duffel bag again. Faint sounds could still be heard emanating from inside it’s leather casing.
“King, take him out of there and tie him up to that post under the loft. Jack, you start spreading around some gasoline. We need to leave no trace of us behind. Now go! Hurry, we don’t have all day.”
King grabbed the duffel bag and dumped Phaze out of it. He dragged Phaze over to the post and proceeded to tie him up.
“Please, let me go…” choked Phaze.
“Sorry, can’t do that.”
“You finished yet, King? We have to get going! Quick, get into the escape hatch. We’ll take the underground tunnel out.”
King dived in, after the Jackassassin and Flipper had already entered. The Emperor followed, closing the hatch behind him, but not before tossing a match into the pools of gasoline that Jack had just poured all over the floor of the warehouse.
As the Penguin Mafia was sneaking down their tunnel, the match glided through the air, descending on the flammable liquid below. Its miniature flame whipped around, landing amidst the gasoline. Flames immediately shot out from the epicenter, spreading rapidly across the flammable floor of the warehouse. In just seconds, the warehouse was a roaring oven, baking almost everything inside. In the corner, Phaze panicked. It was getting hot, fast, and the flames were approaching not only him, but the pile of barrels across from him. The barrels marked “EXPLOSIVE.” He was already getting burned severely, but he had managed to survive, though once those drums burst, he was a goner. Before he could do anything, however, Phaze passed out from the pain.
A massive explosion ripped through what was remaining of the warehouse, taking out some of the surrounding buildings. Below, and farther away now, the Penguin Mafia gripped the walls as the entire tunnel shook from the blast.
The police arrived shortly, followed by the fire department, though too late. They came upon the burnt wreckage, still ablaze. Everything in sight was charred by the inferno that had raged here; nothing was at all identifiable. Any bodies that had been immersed in the explosion had disintegrated. The police searched after the fire was out, but no luck.
The Penguin mafia hurried down the low tunnel, ducking to avoid hitting their heads on the ceiling. They finally reached the end of the tunnel, and emerged from the ground on the other side of the city.
“Excellent, they’ll never find us now!”
“We need a new hideout, though.”
“Hey Jack, where are you off to?”
“I have some unfinished business to take care of…”
“O…k…whatever, let’s look for a new place for headquarters.”
The Jackassassin slid across the icy pond in the small park nearby, looking around for someone.
“Ah, there he is…”
The Jackassassin skated over to the lone penguin ice fishing in the middle of the lake. A small hole was cut in the ice, and the penguin had fallen asleep waiting for even a nibble on his line. Jack snuck up behind the penguin and picked up the fishing rod, taking the line in his hands. He quickly wrapped the line around seahorse’s neck, and strung him up with his own rod. Seahorse naturally awoke to this attack, but he was already in the air.
“What do you know about us?” the Jackassassin yelled. “I said, what do you know about us? I want answers, and I want them now!”
Seahorse remained quiet and kept his composure. Impatient, the Jackassassin grew angry.
“Fine, if you won’t tell me anything, then I’ll just have to kill you!”
Suddenly, police sirens rang out nearby, and the Jackassassin was caught off guard.
“You got lucky tonight, punk,’ he snorted in seahorse’s face, dropping him to the ground, immobile due to the fish line entanglement around him. Jack raced off into the night, away from the siren’s call.
“You look terrible, man. Don’t worry, though, you’re at the hospital. You may have some nasty burns, but I can fix that. Good thing I saw those penguins tie you up, otherwise I wouldn’t have managed to pull you out of the fire before that warehouse exploded. Just remain calm. You’ll be fine.”
Phaze closed his eyes and went to sleep, still exhausted from the pain.
Hours later, he woke up in a hospital bed.
“You don’t need to thank me,” the Penguin Surgeon said to Phaze, “I just did what was necessary. We all need to do what we can to stop that damn Penguin Mafia…”
“So where to, boss?”
“There was this place near here that I remember from when we first entered the city…it was right around…ah, here it is.”
The Emperor waddled over to an apartment building.
“It’s under construction, but the workers are off work while there’s still a panic over us. It should suit our needs for now.”
“Great, let’s get in and settle down.”
“I’ll call Jack and tell him where we are,” Flipper mentioned.
“Alright, go get the stu-“
“There they are!”
Bullets ricocheted off of the lamp post directly behind the Emperor. He whirled around, to see two penguins, both dressed in military uniform, charging towards him. He dove for cover inside the apartment building, taking out his magnum. Leaning against the inside wall, he peered out through the empty window frame and fired back at the two military penguins. They jumped to the ground to avoid his shots.
“You’re going down, Emperor!”
“Little help, guys?” the Emperor called out. But the other penguins were long gone.
The Penguin Sergeant pulled out a grenade from his pocket.
“This should do it…”
He pulled the pin and hurled it into the apartment window.
“Oh shi-” blubbered the Emperor, before the blast knocked him out and brought the whole building crumbling down on top of him.
The Penguin Sergeant and Penguin Private approached the now deconstructed building. The Emperor’s head was sticking out of the chunks of wall and floor.
“At last, the powerful Emperor has been toppled. Without him, the Penguin Mafia will be disorganized and weaker. Then we can pick them off, one by one.”
The two penguins headed off from the destroyed building, leaving the lifeless body of Surge behind them.
|Day 2 – Indecisiveness in the Dark|
The city had just woken up from a very restless sleep. Explosions, destruction, murder…it was a lot for some to take in. Parts of the city were severely damaged, and the citizens were outraged. Then they came upon the dead body of Surge, the Emperor.
“Well, at least something good came out of the night,” one penguin commented.
“Yeah, thankfully the surgeons at Penguin Medical Hospital were able to save Phaze’s life, or there would have been another casualty.”
“Hmm…the Penguin Mafia is without a leader. We should take this opportunity to try and expose more of this fiendish mafia…”
“Yeah, I bet CPB is one of them! Her voting was suspicious yesterday!”
“Hey, I took care of that damn Emperor, and you want to kill me off?” CPB retorted.
“Wait, what about Professor Templeton?”
“What do you find suspect about Prof. Templeton?”
“I don’t know…”
“Maybe Joe’s Student is one of those mafiosos!”
“Hmmm…or possibly Dawg?”
“Will everyone just make up their damn minds?!?”
“Actually, it might be best if we don’t. See, we’ve already killed off one in the Penguin Mafia, the Emperor no less, and only one of us good penguins has died. It might be best if we just leave things alone and see what happens tonight. Besides, I don’t think any of these people are suspicious enough for us to kill off.”
“Yeah, let’s just leave things as they are for now.”
“That Penguin Mafia sure picked a fine time to attack…it’s much harder to track them without the sun out.”
“Well, it won’t be back for a few months…but that’s Antarctica for you. I just hope our Antarctic Army can handle them.”
“Yeah, they’ve certainly done a fine job so far.”
The penguin masses dispersed, going about their respective lives, until it was time for sleep once again.
So nothing happened today…let’s see what Night 3 brings us! Send in your actions!
|Night 3 – Failure…With a Vengeance|
“So what do we do now?”
“Well, the Emperor may be dead, but we can still prevail. We just have to remain cautious…and be careful. Those penguins are getting clever.”
“Who should lead us now?”
“Hmm…I think the most qualified of us is probably…Flipper.”
“Me? Really? But I don’t know anything about mafia-esque stuff. I’m just good with computers.”
“Well, you’re the smartest one here, and besides, we can help you with making decisions.”
“Fine…well we should get to work. The populace has gone to sleep, and we need to make the most of the time we have. We must avenge our fallen leader.”
“Yes. Let us be off.”
“The Kingpin Guins shall prevail!”
The Mocking Bird crept down the gloomy street, morphing his body.
“I need to keep practicing this; otherwise I won’t be good enough to stop that Penguin Mafia. I have to do all that I can.”
The penguin took on a large, shadowy form, chuckling quietly to himself.
Coming upon an intersection, the Mocking Bird peered across the road at a dull green car that had just pulled up there. Someone got out of the car and slammed the door behind them. The penguin headed into the dimly lit entrance below a neon sign. The Mocking Bird waited for the car to drive off, and then headed in after the penguin.
Inside a deep beat resounded against the dark walls, drowning out the many penguins around him. He looked around to see if he could spot the penguin that just entered the building. Venturing further into the mass of feathers, the Mocking Bird spied the figure slipping through a door on the opposite side of the room. He hurried after him into a pitch black room.
A blinding light switched on, glaring right in the Mocking Bird’s face.
“I saw you follow me in. You won’t take me without a fight!”
Einkil swung at the stunned Mocking Bird.
Only just recovering from the light, the Mocking Bird took the hit directly in the face.
“Oh what the hell? I’m not even here to kill you! But if you want a fight…you certainly picked the wrong guy to mess with tonight!”
The Mocking Bird lunged at Einkil, morphing his arm into a gigantic fist.
“Didn’t see that coming…”
Einkil quickly ducked the blow, which smashed into the wall behind him. The brick crumbled from the impact, breaking away to the alley outside. Einkil dove out of the newly formed hole in an attempt to escape. The Mocking Bird rushed out after him.
“Get back here! You aren’t doing anything tonight, Einkil!”
“No, he’s not,” came a deep voice from the end of the alley.
The Iron Tuxedo emerged from the shadows, grasping a struggling Einkil in his massive fist.
“I guess we had the same idea tonight,” he said.
“I suppose so,” the Mocking Bird replied, morphing back into his natural form.
“That’s a fascinating ability you have there. Hopefully you can use it for the good of all of us in the future…we’ll certainly need it”
The Iron Tuxedo walked down the alley to the street. He stopped and looked up into the sky.
“I’ll take care of this one for now. Perhaps we shall meet again…but on a more casual note…”
He headed off into the night, his huge form swaying along the sidewalk. The Mocking Bird turned around and went home, still a little surprised at what had just happened.
“We have to take him out. No one survives our kill. NO ONE!!”
“Well let’s think this one through a little more. We don’t want a repeat of last time…”
“Hey, I’m the boss now, we do things my way! Now, he’s still in the hospital, so we’ll have to sneak in while no one’s around. I can cause a commotion and give you guys time to get in and out, just don’t screw it up like you did before.”
“Alright, we get it! Damn, you make one mistake…”
“Here, take these. That way I can still communicate with you and provide you with directions once you’re inside. Now get moving! We don’t have all night.”
“While I’d love to stay, boss, I’ve got an errand to run,” the Jackassassin replied.
“Fine. You do what you need to…while YOU take out the target.”
Jack jumped out of the van and snuck off, content with his own devices. The King left the van, and got up behind some hedges.
“Remember, you want the south entrance. Now…in 3…2…1…GO!”
The King dashed out from behind the hedges, heading for the entrance.
The lights inside and out of the hospital shut off. The King ran up to the front doors and pried them open.
“You only have a few minutes before they get that backup generator going…thankfully the cold will slow that down a bit…make a right and head up the stairs. The room number is…327, you should be approaching it soon on your left.”
The King silently approached the room that Flipper told him to and opened the door. It swung open to a room filled with moonlight. The King spied the mass under the blankets and pulled out his pistol. He fired three shots, right into the penguin lying in the hospital bed.
“That’s what you get Phaze. Let’s see you try and survive that. Heh heh heh…”
The King swaggered out of the hospital ward, a smirk on his face.
“Poor sparrowhawk…you didn’t deserve that death. But don’t worry, the Arctic Militia lives on. I will avenge your death on those penguins. The Antarctic Army is out there, and they must be removed.”
The remaining member of the Arctic Militia stood up on his feet. He lifted up the icicle dagger that was lying on the table.
“I’ll take them down with your own weapon.”
The penguin slipped the dagger into his hilt and leaped out the open window onto a mound of snow. He slid down the pile of slush, into a city unprepared for his onslaught.
“Ross! May I have a word with you?” a penguin called out, running up to rossbeemer.
“Why of course…what can I do for you?”
“Well, I’ve kinda been worried recently about this Penguin Mafia. What do you suggest we do to hold out against them?”
“Just be patient, and stay hidden. Our forces are mobilizing to stop the Kingpins, and will surely take care of them soon.”
“Alright, I’ll do that. Thanks for the advice.”
“Hey, what’s your name, kind sir?”
“My name? Well, I usually go by…Jack.”
The Jackassassin whirled around and socked ross in the face, smashing his jaw.
“Let’s see you stop us now, ross.”
“Shhh…” The Penguin Paramedic whispered.
After a few seconds, he got up and peered into the now brightened room.
“Ok, I think he’s gone. You can come out now.”
Phaze got up from the bathroom floor.
“I don’t know how to thank you. If you hadn’t rushed in, I’d be dead right now.”
Phaze glanced down at the bullet holes in the bedsheets.
“Well those pillows are ruined…I can’t believe he fell for that.”
“It doesn’t matter, at least you’re safe. Now I must be off, I’m sure the blackout caused more than a few problems. Thankfully the lights are on again. Good luck to you, Phaze.”
The Penguin Paramedic left the room, off to help the others in the hospital.
Cherry Lane woke to the sounds of rummaging coming from her kitchen. Grumbling, she got out of bed and stepped into the kitchen. She saw a fridge stooping over the fridge, apparently looking for something.
“Uhh…can I help you?”
The figure jumped at the sound, hitting his head on the roof of the fridge.
“Err…I was just looking for some of that delicious mafia cake that I heard so much about yesterday…”
“Oh that? You’d have to ask Kat about that, she was the one who was making it. But couldn’t you have just asked, and preferably during the day, instead of breaking into my house?”
“Well now, if I had, I wouldn’t be able to do…this!”
The figure leaped out at CL, the icy dagger glistening in the light of the fridge.
“You will pay for my friend! He was all I had! It’s not easy being alone…but I must achieve our goal, it was his only wish. I must fulfill it!”
CL fell to the floor, incapable of movement under the weight of her attacker.
“The Arctic Militia will prevail!”
The penguin stabbed CL right in the heart, turning the clear-blue dagger dark red. CL fell limp as the penguin looked down at his kill.
“It is done.”
The door closed behind him, leaving the dead body of Cherry Lane alone in her home.
|Day 3 - Digressive Deduction|
The penguins of Antarctica got up early, only to be devastated by Cherry Lane’s death.
“Ha! The mafia failed to kill Phaze again. How sad…and I used to be scared of them…”
“I find it interesting the Cherry Lane was stabbed to death…” one of the more intellectual penguins said, looking over the body.
“What are you implying? Did you kill her?”
“No, what I mean is that this Penguin Mafia tends to rely on guns, explosives, and other long range weapons. They don’t seem to usually go for close combat kills.”
“What a bunch of pansies…”
“Whoever did this couldn’t have been in the mafia.”
“Wait, if the mafia didn’t kill Cherry Lane, than who did?”
“Well, I’m honestly not sure…I suspect it may have been a member of that Arctic Militia that one sparrowhawk was presumably in.”
“So now there are two groups that we have to deal with?”
“It appears that way, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose we should look for them too. We need get rid of one of them today, otherwise we will have problems.”
Then the discussion started, reaching a loud uproar quite quickly. Penguins were going this way and that, changing from bandwagon candidate to bandwagon candidate. But it the end, it was indisputably decided to be Fox. She accepted her fate, however, she wished that she hadn’t had that exam tomorrow, otherwise she might have been able to defend herself…or so she said.
“Reveal who you are! You’re going down anyway, so you might as well tell us.”
Fox started laughing. It was one of those maniacal, evil supervillain laughs. You know what I mean; they usually go like “MWUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” or something to that effect, in a real loud, deep voice. It was kinda creepy, actually. I think some of the penguins in the crowd were a little weirded out by it. I know I would have been. Hell, you all probably would have been too. Oh wait, you were, because you were there. I’m just relating this story to you, even though you were already experienced it yourselves firsthand. Hold on, why am I telling you this story? Seems almost pointless, really. You know what happens. I might as well just stop relating this to you guys.
Actually, some of you were probably drunk or something for the entirety of these events…I guess it couldn’t hurt to have an unbiased record of these events (Yeah, about as unbiased as Time’s Poll for the World’s Most Influential People in 2009. Man, did you guys see that? That was crazy…mmmm…mARBLE CAKE. Almost as good as Mafia Cake. Also, the game. Oh, damn).
But I digress.
After 5 minutes of awkward stares, Fox finished laughing.
“You fools. If you even attempt to kill me, the whole framework of this city will be destroyed. With the push of a button, I can wipe every database and hard drive that exists in a hundred mile radius! ”
One of the penguins in the crowd started to approach her.
“Get back! Take one more step and I’ll destroy everything! All of those files will be no more…you’ll all have to start over. Especially Frost. He won’t have any roles or actions documented, let alone all of the posts. Imagine how devastating that would be on this game!”
“Wait, who? What are you talking about?”
“Nevermind …you just don’t want me to press this button.”
Fox started to back away from the group, looking for an escape route. Suddenly an object glinted in the air, catching Fox’s eye. It smashed into the trigger that she was holding, breaking it free from her hand. Stunned, the crowd looked down to see an icicle star protruding from the damaged trigger. In their amazement, the crowd didn’t notice Fox sneaking off…then one perceptive penguin noticed her absence.
“Fox is gone! Quick, after her!”
The mob hurried after the frightened Fox, chasing her all the way to the Eastern cliffs. She stood there, alone, on the edge of a deep precipice. The crowd gathered around, closing in on her. One impatient penguin decided to take matters into his own hands, lunged at Fox, and kicked her into the crevasse below, letting her plummet to her death. There was a pause of silence.
“So who was she?”
“I would assume the Flipper…but who threw that star? Was it someone in the Arctic Militia?”
“I hope so. That would mean the two groups aren’t on the same side. Let’s just hope they target each other instead of us…”
|Night 4 – Pistols, Explosives, and Wine Bottles|
A single penguin walked down Blizzard Boulevard, through the blustery night winds. They looked around the street of solitude and let out a deep sigh.
“These streets used to be bustling…until that damn Penguin Mafia showed up. This city has to get back to the way it was…it must! We have to bring it back to its former glory.”
The penguin continued down the road, noticing that someone was coming in the opposite direction. Grimtooth, whom the penguin could only just make out in the darkness, walked coldly past without even acknowledging their presence. He continued on, deep in thought…
Grimtooth looked down, only to see his blood starting to spread through his shirt. He collapsed on the ground, gurgling on his own blood. A few moments later, grimtooth was dead, with the penguin he passed staring him down.
The Penguin Sergeant holstered his gun and walked away.
“That was easy enough…”
Across town, The Iron Tuxedo was relaxing in a fancy restaurant, quietly sipping from a fresh glass of wine.
“Excuse me, waiter, do you suppose I could get a bottle of this wine? It’s really quite good.”
“Indeed sir, right away,” the somewhat frightened waiter responded.
The waiter headed into the back, down into the wine cellar. The Iron Tuxedo silently got up from his table, dropped a hundred, and went after the waiter.
In the basement, the waiter was just pulling the bottle off of the rack when the Iron Tuxedo came down. The Iron Tuxedo snuck up behind the waiter…
“Oh excellent! That will go perfectly with my plans for tonight.”
“Uh…here you are sir.”
“Thank you. Now I must be off.”
The Iron Tuxedo went back up the stairs, leaving the confused waiter by himself. He left the basement and headed for the entrance to the restaurant, deciding to head home for the night.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
The Iron Tuxedo pulled out the bottle of wine, approaching the next booth. He smashed the bottle into the back of Dawg’s head, which collapsed into the bowl of soup in front of him, soaked.
“That should keep him out for a while…” the Iron Tuxedo chuckled to himself. He proceeded to the exit and went home, amidst the awkward stares from the rest of the restaurant.
Jarze flipped through the front pages of the newspaper. After skimming a few dull articles, he dropped the paper onto the table and leaned back in his chair.
“It’s going to be a loooooong night,” he thought to himself.
He was standing lookout, and the temperature had already dropped below -60 ºC. Jarze reached for his thermos of coffee, in need of something warm. Just as he was about to pick it up, an icicle dart came shooting out of nowhere and smashed his thermos into tiny shards, spilling coffee all over the table. Before Jarze could realize what was happening, another dart shot out from the same direction straight towards Jarze’s skull.
The icicle shattered in mid-air, right before Jarze’s stunned eyes. The Penguin Sergeant stepped out from the gateway, holding a smoking pistol.
“Phew, that was close,” Jarze exclaimed. “Hey wait, where are you going?”
The Penguin Sergeant ran off in the direction that the darts had come from.
“That damn Arctic Militia won’t take us down! I’m coming for you!”
The Penguin Sergeant managed to just see the attacker running off into the distance, now too far for the Sergeant to catch up to them.
“Oh well,” the Sergeant exclaimed, heading back to Jarze. “You sure you’re alright, Private? I won’t have any of my men injured.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for saving me. Who was that guy anyway?”
“I’m not sure. I could have sworn I knew him though…”
“So where were you before?
“Just taking care of something.”
“Almost done…ah, there we go. I think that was the last one.”
The penguin stood back to marvel at his achievement. Fifteen explosive mines, all rigged along the ice wall.
“Phew, that was a lot of work. This better pay off.”
The penguin climbed up to the cliff edge, then tobogganed down the other side.
“Now we just wait…”
Down below, Einkil was relaxing by a pool’s edge, blissfully unaware of the Penguin mafia’s plotting. Off in the distance he heard a muffled BOOM. Curious, he looked up at the iceberg in the distance.
The snow and ice rampaged down the cliff edge, tossing about, and destroying anything in its path. Unsure of what to do, Einkil started fruitlessly waddling in the other direction. Without any other option, Einkil dove into the small pool of water that he had been relaxing by only moments ago. He watched as the snow piled over the water, closing him in. It took him a few moments to realize what he had just done. Einkil was trapped, with no chance of escape. He tried to dig his way out, but his slippery flippers were unable to get deep, and there was just too much snow.
The Kingpin Guin laughed, staring out over the destroyed lands before him. He headed home, content with Einkil’s death.
|Day 4 – Triumph…ish|
Alright, so Dawg called No Contest (he PMed me, if you were wondering). So here's the day post...
Another day, another lynch. The penguins of Antarctica gathered for what they hoped would be the last time.
“Hey guys, I know that grimtooth was in the Penguin Mafia, so we just have one more left to kill off!” one rossbeemer proclaimed.
“That’s great news! And I’ll bet that one is Dawg! He was blocked last night, and the jackassassin didn’t block someone, so he must be him!”
“Let’s take him down!”
“Wait, has the Arctic Militia even been defeated yet?”
“Who cares, let’s just take out the definite Kingpin Guin!”
As the time rolled by, it was apparent that the penguins were confident with killing Dawg. They surrounded Dawg, preparing for the final kill.
“Guys, you’re making a mistake…” Dawg mumbled, as the penguins closed in.
In a matter of seconds the penguins had Dawg tied up and shoved in a bag, and headed off to the ocean. Upon reaching the deep waters, they chucked the sack into the depths and left it to be torn apart by the vicious leopard seals. One of the penguins even thought they noticed an orca hiding below…
As the blood seeped through the gnawed up bag, the penguins looked around, relieved. It was finally over. The Kingpin Guins had been defeated.
Then one little penguin piped up, “Wait, how do we know if he was actually in the mafia?”
“Hey guys!” came a call from a penguin running towards them, “I think I may have found the mafia’s most recent base of operations. Follow me, it’s this way!”
The penguin turned around and ran off in the opposite direction, with the crowd right behind him. They soon came upon an old brick building.
“It’s right down here,” the penguin said, pointing down the basement steps.
The penguins headed into the dark basement, flipping on the light switch.
“Wow…look at all of the weapons…there’s enough here for an entire army!”
“Excellent…we could use some of these for our own military.”
“These papers are certainly interesting…look, it says who’s in the mafia. Apparently Dawg was the Jackassassin…”
“What kind of mafia leaves such incriminating evidence just lying around?”
“Who cares? They’re all dead now. Great job everyone!”
“Then I guess this game is over…”
“Hey where’d that penguin that led us here go?”
“I don’t know, I thought he came in here with us…”
“Oh well, I’m sure he had something else to do.”
Outside, if one of the penguins had been paying attention, the penguin could be seen sliding away at top speed. He smiled to himself.
“So the mafia’s dead, eh? At least my competition’s gone…”
The last of the Arctic Militia sped off into the coming night.
|Night 5 – The End…Or Is It?|
“I can’t let them stop me…I was so close! If only sparrowhawk hadn’t been captured…our dream has crumbled.”
The final member Arctic Militia stood up, viewing the city below from the top of the largest iceberg in Antarctica.
“They won’t take me alive!”
The penguin dove onto the ice and rocketed down the side of the mountain, speeding down the steep slope.
“I think we did a fine job helping to resolve this recent problem. Wouldn’t you agree, Private?”
“Well, we did get damn lucky a few times…”
“Luck had nothing to do with it.”
“Uh huh. What are we going to do about the remaining Arctic Militia?”
“The what now?”
“You know, the group that’s trying to kill us?”
“I don’t believe I’ve heard o-”
The two penguins dropped to the floor as the glass window behind them shattered. Another penguin dove through the window and rolled into the room. The Sergeant looked up at him.
“GC! What are you doing here?”
“You always hated us. You never treated us fairly. You never once even gave us an ounce of encouragement. You ruined our lives!”
“So it is you! I knew I recognized you from somewhere…look, I’m sorry about that, but we can discuss this like mature penguins…”
“Shut up! It’s time I finish what sparrowhawk started, taking you and Jarze down, CPB.”
He unsheathed his ice saber and charged straight at CPB. Thinking quickly, CPB kicked her desk at GC, grabbed Jarze, and ran out of the room. GC roared in his rage, knocking the desk away, and chased after her.
“It looks like we’ll have to take him down ourselves…hurry; we have to get outside before he catches up to us. You go, I’ll try to hold him off for a bit!”
Jarze the Private ran down the hallway to the stairs, while CPB the Sergeant turned around and faced the coming onslaught that was GC. She drew her pistol from its holster and slowly backed away, still facing the final member of the Arctic Militia. She fired a few rounds off at GC, but he just deflected them with his sword.
“You couldn’t comprehend some of the skills that I have developed in the years since we left.”
GC hurtled in CPB’s direction, whirling his blade in the air as he spun forward. Taken aback for a moment, CPB dove to the side just in time to avoid GC’s attack. Unfortunately for her, she jumped right into the stairwell, which she then tumbled down, slamming into the wall at the bottom. She managed to get up, but was still a little groggy from the fall. GC, on the other hand, leaped down the stairs after her, lifting his saber into the air, preparing to bring it down onto CPB for the final kill.
“HIIIIIYAAAAAA!” screamed GC.
CPB barely managed to roll out of the way before GC’s saber came down and sliced right through the door behind her. He pulled the saber out of the door, ripping the boards out with it. GC stormed after CPB, swishing his saber in the air as he went after her. It looked like GC was about to finish her…
Suddenly, Jarze came out of nowhere and tackled GC, smashing through the door into the next room. He proceeded to knock the sword away from GC’s grasp, and repeatedly punched GC in the face until he was out cold.
Jarze jumped up at the sound of the Sergeant’s voice.
“You don’t have to pummel him, he’s already unconscious. Let me just finish him off.”
The Sergeant turned to face GC, drawing her pistol. But GC was gone.
“Shit! Quick, get outside before he attacks again!”
The two ran out into the hallway and out the main door of the Antarctic Army office building.
“Alright, we should be safer out here…just keep your eyes peeled for GC.”
“Well, I don’t see him anywhere. We should probably get moving so that he can’t catch up to us.”
The penguins heard the sound of helicopter blades coming in their direction.
“Great, it looks like the local news has discovered what’s happening. At least they got a new chopper…”
“Oh man, look up there!”
High up on the roof of the building, GC appeared, his feathers fluttering in the wind. A crowd had started to gather around the building. To the shock of everyone, GC leapt off the building, heading directly towards The Sergeant and Private. As he glided through the air, GC did a flip and pulled out the two katanas that he was carrying on his back. The pair of penguins jumped back as GC crashed through the ice below them, shooting into the frigid waters below.
“We have to go after him!”
“I’ll go. You stay here for now.”
“Alright, fine. Here’s your sword, in case you need it, sir.”
“Thank you. I’ll be back in just a minute.”
CPB dove into the pit that GC had created in the ice, and swam after him.
“It’s certainly much quieter down here…If only sound traveled better through water, then I could probably hear him. Well, at least I have this flashlight.”
CPB clicked on the light, but still couldn’t see much out in the murky depths. If we weren’t right under the city, it would be easier to see…it looks like the edge of the ice is over there, I can see dim light streaming down. Suddenly, CPB felt a burst of water shoot past her.
“GC!” CPB mumbled under her breath.
She reeled after him into the depths, trying to spot his exact location with the light, but to no avail. However, she could still sense his presence nearby.
“Damn camouflage really isn’t helpful right now…”
CPB kept swimming, and soon she was out in open waters. The great depth of water below was astounding, but nothing really new to her. She just couldn’t spot GC…wait, there! Was that him? She wasn’t sure. There it was again! The waters around her started churning. He seemed to be circling her…was he going to attack?
Then…there was calm. The water was still. CPB wasn’t sure what to do. She looked up above her, wondering what was going on back in the city. She was unaware until too late that GC was directly below her, prepared for his final attack. CPB only just had time to draw her sword until…
On the surface, the penguins had exited the city and were near the ocaean’s edge, trying to spy the dueling penguins.
“I think I see them!”
“No, that’s just a chunk of ice…and it’s not even in the water.”
“What’s taking the Sergeant so long…” Jarze worried.
A penguin came blasting out of the water, holding their sword beneath them. They fumbled around in the air for a few moments before they came crashing to the ground.
“Ow…” CPB mumbled.
“Where’d he go?”
“I’m not sure…he smashed into me with all his might, I only managed to block his swords with mine. I’ll be ok, just give me a second.”
“It doesn’t look like you’ll be getting that second…” one penguin cried out.
GC had rocketed out of the water and was now sliding straight towards CPB at lightning speed. She hastily drew her gun and started firing at GC, who managed to swerve back and forth to avoid the bullets. CPB kept shooting at GC, who only got closer and closer, until he crashed into her, and both went tumbling down the side of the iceberg.
Back at the top of the iceberg, one penguin was approaching the edge.
“Hey JS, where are you going?”
“I have something to take care of.”
GC sped along the ice on his belly, while CPB was still spinning from the hit. She rapidly righted herself and took off after GC, tobogganing as fast as possible. As she got closer to him, she pulled out her sword and started taking swings at him.
“Haha…not very good with a sword, I see. Guess you’ve grown too comfortable with that pistol of yours.”
GC clashed his katanas with CPB’s sword, blocking her slices. The two penguins danced around each other in a frenzied race down the mountain, both on their bellies, both swinging swords of death. GC did a small flip and struck CPB a blow to the side with his fist, lunging again with his katanas. She skidded off to the side, narrowly avoiding GC’s strike. He continued hacking away at the ice in front of him, desperately trying to kill off CPB. CPB kept dodging the attacks; she was just too swift on the ice.
As the two tumbled about, off to the side a large boulder shaped mass rolled and bounced down the iceberg. Neither of the two battling penguins seemed to notice.
“I think it’s time we kicked things up a notch,” CPB smirked.
CPB slid off to the left, with GC right on her tail. She hopped into a hidden underground bunker that was disguised in the ice, which GC slid right over. Surprised, he looked about, confused about where CPB had gone, all the while still rocketing down the mountainside.
Suddenly, behind him, CPB shot out from the bunker, carrying som6ething large on her back. As she flew down towards GC, she pulled out an odd looking gun and aimed it at him. Suddenly, flames roared out of the gun, right towards GC.
GC barely managed to swerve out of the way before the flames engulfed the ice he was just on, melting it to a puddle. CPB blasted again, this time singeing the feathers on GC’s tail, making him jump into the air in pain. In an attempt to stop her, GC slowed down and went around her to attack with his katanas. He brought them down onto her backpack, but CPB was too quick. She whipped out her own sword to block his. As GC brought his swords down, CPB sliced right through them. Stunned, GC looked down at the broken blades in his hands.
“Well, they were made of ice…” CPB laughed.
She pulled out the gun again and prepared to fire it at GC one last time to finish him off. However, GC sped off in another direction, and she was forced to slow down and follow after him. GC flipped onto his back and looked back up at CPB.
“Haha! You may have been able to prevent me from killing you, but you’ll never catch me! I’m too fast for you! Once I’m out of this frozen wasteland, I’ll finally be free! Ahahahaha! Maybe a nice trip to the Galapagos…”
“And where do you think you’re going?”
GC, still on his back and now stopped, hesitantly glanced above him to see the towering figure of the Iron Tuxedo.
“I think you’ve caused enough trouble out here.” The Iron Tuxedo boomed, lifting GC up by the neck. “You know, I could crush you right now with just my hand…”
“Careful man, that’s my job,” chuckled JS.
“Whatever you say,” mumbled Prof. Templeton. He dropped GC on the ground and walked off. “I did my part.”
“JS? How did you get down here so fast? I didn’t notice you go by…” said CPB, who had just slid up to them.
“I’m not surprised that you didn’t. Here, give me that fool. I’ll take care of him.”
“Hey, I’ve done all of the battling! It was hard work! I deserve the kill!”
“Can I have a say in this?” asked GC feebly.
“Shutup!” the two penguins shouted at him.
“At least let me fight him! I just want to have some fun.”
“No, we already have him. Let me just kill him already!”
Suddenly, ross slid up.
“Hey guys, what are you arguing about?”
“Who gets to kill GC.”
“Oh really? I sthat him over there?”
“Why yes, that’s…aw, damn, he’s getting away!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get him this time,” JS said.
JS charged after GC, speeding along the ice.
“Woah…” CPB muttered, “look at that!”
JS’s arms and legs started to become more limber and elongated, he was now sprinting after the terrified GC.
JS jumped high into the air, stretching his arms down towards GC. He grabbed onto GC and picked GC up with his massive hands and lifting GC high into the air. As JS plummeted back to the earth, He brought his arms down, smashing GC face first into the ground.
Then JS transformed his hand into a giant fist, and brought it slamming down with him right on top of GC. Still not content, JS picked up the dazed GC and whirled him around his head, faster and faster. After making GC dizzy enough to puke, JS flung GC as far as he could, all the way back to where CPB and ross were standing and gawking.
As JS slid up to them, they just stood there dumfounded.
“What? I am the Mocking Bird after all,” JS said, smiling. “Alright, I’ve had my fun. You can take care of him now CPB.”
“Finally…it’s time to finish this.”
CPB lifted her pistol and aimed at GC’s head.
Somehow, the still conscious GC sputtered “I…can’t lose…if I’m…going down…then I’ll just have to…take one of you…with me.”
With his last ounce of strength, GC hurled an ice shuriken for the last time, right at the backpack that CPB had put down after their battle, just as CPB fired her gun, blasting right through GC’s skull, killing him instantly.
“Get out of the way!” yelled JS, as the star struck the gas tank.
The penguins dove out of the way as a massive explosion erupted from the flamethrower’s cylinder, shooting outward, melting the surrounding ice.
“Ross, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thankfully I’m the Surgeon, so I was prepared for that…”
“Phew…It’s finally over…about damn time.”
“Hey guys!” shouted Phaze and seahorse, running up to them. PT also came and joined them.
“Phaze, what was up with you at the end there?”
“I don’t know, I was just bored…being the Paramedic got old, especially after I got attacked…twice.”
“Yeah well, I never got to do anything,” grumbled seahorse, “though it was certainly interesting to see what people do each night…”
“Well, I’m just glad that it’s all over at last. We may have lost some people, but we did well in the end.”
“We certainly got lucky…I’m surprised so many of us managed to survive…”
As the penguins discussed below, the shifting Shadow stood atop the tallest building in the city, looking down at them.
“I was surprised as well…I wonder how things would have played out if things had just been a bit different…”
Only partially satisfied with the end result, Shadow turned his attention out across the frozen tundra, to a place deep in the snowy desert.
A harsh wind blew around the pack of penguins huddled together near the center of Antarctica.
“Careful, careful. We can’t lose this great find.”
The archeologists crowded around the block of ice as it was being lifted out of the depths of Antarctica.
“What is it?”
“It looks like…is that a gun?”
“Easy…just lower it down over here….perfect! Alright, now help my chisel it out.”
As the chunks of ice fell away, the metal glistened in the rising sun.
“It’s just a simple pistol…What’s so great about it?”
“You clearly haven’t studied your history, son. This is the fabled Penguin Pistol ©, a long lost relic of the great Frost. At one time he walked the earth, but he suddenly disappeared right around Mafia V…”
“Nevermind, it’s not important. The thing is, it’s rumored that he has returned once again, but no one has been able to provide definite proof of it. The thing is, back when he was still around, this was his personal weapon, but no one has seen it for centuries, but it was supposed that he left his weapon behind. We need to take this back to the lab and have it analyzed.”
The penguins packed up their tools and the Penguin Pistol ©, and headed back to the capital of Antarctica.
Of in the distance, a lone penguin muttered to himself, “So they found it…I must inform him of this…”
Zero leaped into the sky and flew off through the clouds, as Penguin Mafia came to a close.
Great game everyone! I was a little disappointed in how it played out, but it was interesting nonetheless! It was certainly fun getting to host again after so long…though don’t be surprised if you see a return of Penguin Mafia… cool.gif
End of Game Roster Edit
- grimtooth - King – Killed by Penguin Sergeant N4
- Surge - Emperor – Killed by Penguin Sergeant N2
- rossbeemer - Penguin Surgeon
- Fox - Flipper - Thrown to the Seals, Lynched D3
- JS – Mocking Bird
- CPB – Penguin Sergeant
- sparrowhawk – Arctic Militia - Thrown to the Seals, Lynched D1
- Cherry Lane - Detective - Killed by Arctic Militia N3
- Dawg - Jackassassin - Thrown to the Seals, Lynched D4
- Prof. T – Iron Tuxedo
- GC – Arctic Militia – Killed by Penguin Sergeant & Mocking Bird N5
- JarZe – Penguin Private
- Einkil – President Calvin – Killed by Penguin Mafia N4
- Phaze - Penguin Paramedic
- Limey – Private Investigator – Killed by Penguin Mafia N1
- seahorse – Night Stalker
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