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Night 3.

"Well, aamto, that's the end of the line, it seems." Gabriel said, finishing the vote count.

Loki looked at his would-be prey, he unsheated his sword.

"You can run if you think it'd help your chances."

Loki then charged furiously at aamto, and as he closed in, aamto said but one word.

"FIRE!"

In an instant, aamto had combusted, covering his body in flames, and charged towards Loki, clashing with his blade, singeing Loki's arms.

Angered, Loki cringed. "mother.fucker. bring this shit on."

Loki then came from the air, chasing aamto as he darted in zig-zag formations around the plaza, slashing every which-way, hoping only to catch a bit of aamto with his flaming sword. aamto moved quickly, leaving after images in his wake, until at last he had made a circle of aamto's around Loki.

Then came the blaster fire.

Immediately, at all angles shot lights of plasma fixated on Loki's position. Taking heavy damage from this whirlwind of laser-fire, Loki screamed at the top of his lungs, "ENOUGH. IS. ENOUGH. DIN'S FIRE!" Loki then shoved his sword into the ground, and slammed his fist into its hilt--creating a dome of flames that emitted from his sabre in a circle.

aamto barely had time to say 'oh shit' before he realized he was circling an inferno.

Losing track of where he was going, it was also too late when he noticed he had run right into Loki's sword.

"Flame on, bitch."

aamto was then eveloped in flames, and left on the floor of tiananmen square to die--burned to death.

"We don't get paid enough to do this." said Loki as he doused his sword in holy water. "I'm out, clean up here." He flew away.

StrangerDanger said:
Attention aamto,
You are Fox McCloud.
You are allied with the Boy Scouts.
You have the Reflector.

Taking up the reigns after your late father, James, you command Team Star Fox, a Special-Ops Intergalatic Space Crime-Fighting team, currently in the employ of the Cornerian Government. With an anthropomorphic flight crew and a near-invulnerable mothership known as the Great Fox, life is pretty good for you.

Being an Ace pilot, you've traveled the in's-and-out's of the Lylat System, and have learned to get damn near everywhere pretty quickly--this makes you very efficient, especially when tracking down people. Each night, you can send either Doomsday or i a PM with the message 'Night X--Contacting user'. You will then send that user a transmission using your Arwing's internal computer. If that user is a fellow member of the Boy Scouts, you two will be put in contact.

You also have the Reflector. This makes you immune to kills in the night, meaning that unless stolen, you can only die by way of lynch. Hopefully, good use of your leadership skills and tech-savvy will see to it that that doesn't happen.

Good Luck, and Godspeed.

You win if the Boy Scouts win.
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From what you could see, aamto did not have the reflector at the time of his death. You all hobbled back to your caves and nooks, amazed at what had just taken place.

NIGHT 3 WILL END 48 HOURS FROM THIS POST. GET ALL OF YOUR PM'S IN GUYS.
 
Ok screw this. Given that i have a 50/50 chance to die anyways.

I am King Leonidas, a Badass, and i'm the recruiter for the Badasses. I have been attacked with one of Earthworm's card on Night 1, and i may die this very night.

So, I am going to ask all Badasses to message me via PM now. I have an idea of how many Badasses there are in this game, so if there are more, i can check.

Finally, when PM-ing me, you can choose not to write your role down if you wish, as I have a way of confirming whether you are truly a badass or not. If you are truly a badass, i'll lead you on to the rest of the team that i currently know.

Edit: And try to PM me as fast as you can, given my limited time alive.
 
Shiv said:
really? did your nick drop or something?
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i don't think so. ns and everything is still regged under my email. but av fixed it so he's amazing again. :D
ilu boss

cookie said:
gtfo he isn't your boss
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fuck you cookie he's my boss too

i'm just a more lowly subordinate o^___________^o

on a more game related note what's with the recruiters dying (since amelia is probably dead without bg/hooker support) so early? o_o
 
Day 3--Judgement Day.

Something is different. You feel a malicious air--two more are missing from your group as you gather in what has now become the designated meeting place for the day's decisions. Something else seems to be up, but you cannot put your finger on it--you proceed cautiously, as if the tables could turn at any moment.

Two bodies are on the ground, severly traumatized in ways you have come to expect. It seems that in subspace, murder is like clockwork.

The angels are nowhere to be found. Curiously, you approach the two bodies.

One of them is covered in scrapes and bruises--it's two large hands crushed entirely, fingers sticking every which way, and it's enormous head impounded as if suffered a sound thrashing, exposing part of the body's gigantic brain on the concrete. You all identify the 'body' as Toothache.

StrangerDanger said:
Attention Toothache,
You are Andross.
You are allied with the Supervillains.

You were once a scientist for the planet of Corneria, where you slaved creating things from vaccines to advanced weaponry at the beck-and-call of the cornerian military, and you were at your breaking point. You were tired of being used for things lower than what you were destined for.

After all, the mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Feeling belittled by your 'superiors', knowing yourself to be more intelligent than everyone on the puny planet, you lead a coup, utilizing deadly weapons you had created under the veil of corneria's security with the goal of overthrowing the established order.

You failed.

Banished to the waste-planet Venom, you have begun plotting your revenge, sharpening your intelligence to a fine point, becoming the smartest being in the universe. During the Night, you may message myself or Doomsday with a yes or no question. In the morning, after much meditation and heavy thought on your subject, the answer will come to you and you will assert that we had nothing to do with it in the first place.

Only you have the brains to rule lylat.

You win if the Supervillains win.
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"Aww, i liked that guy." You hear a familiar voice from the crowd. The mass of figures move to reveal Gabriel, zipping up his fly.

"Sorry guys, nature called. Loki's taking a break from today--too much burn damage pissed him off. Don't worry, he's fine, just reading some new comic books or something", he says, as if you cared. "I see you found the freakshow--just wait til' you see the next corpse."

You scan the field, unsure of how you could miss the gore in the far corner of the plaza. There is a suit of armor, but no body. Surrounding the chainmail and platelets is pieces of human flesh, numerous fractured bones and...shrapnel. It seems the poor bastard was fed a grenade for breakfast.
Those with the stomach to watch, try and identify the body. A select few already know--the armor is a mark of their fallen comrade.

"I'll save you guys the trouble. The poor fucker's name was Sonuis."

StrangerDanger said:
Attention Sonuis,
You are Cecil.
You are allied with the Badasses.

Once a Dark Knight in the service of Baron, and Captain of the premiere airship fleet Redwings, you were stripped of your command by your King, and sent away for questioning orders, leading you on a quest that would change your life forever, and subsequently the world.

In the village of Mysidia, filled with people you had slaughtered mercilessly on orders from Baron, you are challenged to become a Paladin.

You succeeded.

Now your powers as a Paragon of Light will come into play. Each Night, you may PM either Doomsday or I with the message "Night X--Covering user". That night, if that user should come under fire, you will absorb the blow, keeping them safe. Due to your insane HP growth, white magic, and high defense, you'll live too--don't worry.

Bid farewell to your Bloodstained Past.

You win if the Badasses win.
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"Well, that seems to be the only kills for today, so if we can just get the votes moving along we can all just-*FWOOSH*"

It seems that Gabriel was cut off by a flash--a quick black shape had just darted across the square. He took a headcount.

"Holy shit...imperfectluck just fucking vanished."

Without a chance for a second guess as to ipl's whereabouts, a man leaped from the crowd. Armed with a whip, a cross, and a bible, he ran towards vampdude34.


"WITH GOD'S CRUCIFIX AS MY WITNESS, HIS WORD AS MY COMMANDMENT AND HIS INSTRUMENT AS MY SACRAMENT I BANISH THEE FROM THE PITS OF HELL FROM WHENCE YOU STIRRED, AND SHALL STIRR FOREVERMORE, IN ALL ETERNITY!!!"


Gabriel shouted, "okay, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON."

Just then, a pillar of light had formed around vampdude34, causing him to scream with excrutiating pain--the assailant's whip had bound him inside a rune, etched onto the ground he was standing. All that was heard was curses in every one of the world's languages--until at last his shadow faded from the world.

The shit just got real.

As quickly as the man had lept from his position, he too was encased in light and was nowhere to be seen. Would he return? No one knew for sure, but they looked at the remains at vampdude34 for clues.

StrangerDanger said:
Attention Vampy34,
You are Dracula.
You have no Alliance--You are Neutral.
You have many names. Lord of the Undead. Undying Evil. Vlad The Impaler. The Immortal One--and so you are, immortal.

Simply put, you cannot be killed. Not at night, when you are strongest, at least. However, during the day is a different story. Much like the lynch mobs before them, if the other users assemble during the day to lynch you, then you would succumb to their combined might.

Also, due to your sensitivity to the light, you may NOT post in the daily thread.

However, becoming a child of the Night has taught you many things during the years, and one of those things is how to break your enemies--and how to make your enemies your friends.

During the night, you may send either Myself or Doomsday a PM "Night X--Bloodsucking user". In the morning, a user will have their win condition changed to 'You win if Dracula survives until the end of the game'. Any of your zombies will revert to their original condition should you die. However, you must stay covert, as not to alert Simon Belmont of your presence, and as such you may perform this action once the entire game."

Should you zombify Simon Belmont however, a new power shall be released...


You win if you successfully zombify Simon Belmont.
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Left behind, next to his ashes was a whip. It writhed as if it had too been touched by the eradicating light, until it too has shriveled and disappeard from the world, never to be held by another's hands. It was the Sacred Whip, Vampire Killer--and it is now destroyed.

"oooookaaaaay....well, look. The special effects were cool and all, but don't forget, business is business" Gabriel pandered, obviously as shocked as everyone else. "Let's just get some lynches...o-okay?!"

DAY 3 WILL END 48 HOURS FROM THIS POST--OR UNTIL A MAJORITY IS REACHED. 17 BOLD VOTES ARE REQUIRED FOR A MAJORITY. ALL DAY 3 PM'S ARE GOING OUT NOW--I WILL POST WHEN THEY HAVE ALL BEEN SENT.
 
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