Re: Fillet Royale. Updated rules and summary thread
Night 1 summery
Ungodly was the hour, and peaceful Ichigo's sleep. The sun’s light had not yet graced the sky when Ichigo was called from his bed. Rare is the occasion that he is roused from his slumber and called away. But this eve’s – or should we say, this morning’s –endeavors were to be unusual, per se.
A somewhat garbled report had arrived, and suspicion of foul play aroused. A shriek had been heard in the dead of night – no doubt a wanderer lost in the realm of nightmares, uneasy and disturbed in their rest Ichigo was sure, but nonetheless the incident must be investigated, if only to soothe the agitated neighbor.
Ichigo was joined by Drake and Jenkins, two burly, older officers who looked none too pleased to be cavorting the town at this hour without inasmuch as a pastry and a coffee to console them.
They arrived at the scene of the alleged shriek, an aging, peeling house of seventeenth century design. The lawn and gardens, which must have once been splendid, were unkempt and overgrown, spilling over the iron fence and onto the walk, Ichigo noted. At the spur of the moment, he entertained the notion that none resided in this house at all.
Drake and Jenkins, having no such petty doubts, strode purposefully through the rusting iron gate, up the crumbling walk and – oh! – up the creaking front stairs, and with no further ado rapped briskly on the door with Ichigo lagging behind timidly.
In very short order a heavy clumping was to be heard echoing from the recesses of the dwelling. A handsome young man with sharp, intelligent features abruptly opened the door as Drake raised his ham-like fist to knock again. He seemed in high spirits, relatively unperturbed at the early hour.
“Greetings my fine fellows,” he said pleasantly, even cheerily. “What brings you to my humble abode?”
He behaved perfectly cordially, as if we were not calling upon his estate in the wee hours of the morning, but rather fashionable gentlemen visiting for tea.
Drake, not being overly inclined to mindless chatter, gruffly stated the business. The gentleman lightheartedly shrugged off our untimely intrusion, and told us that the cry had been his own, uttered during a nightmare. He had reportedly been unable to return to sleep, and so had been revisiting a favorite novel when we called.
Ichigo felt a rush of sweet relief mingled with annoyance at this. On one hand, the suspicions of foul play were alleviated. No brutal murder had been committed, no innocent lives lost. The neighborhood was safe from the denizens of darkness. But at the same time, a steamy mug of coffee was extremely desirable in Ichigo's mind, followed nearly by a warm breakfast.
However, at this time all that was available was a pot of tea the man had courteously brewed; it would have to suffice. Ichigo sipped the invitingly warm liquid, noting an exotic but enjoyable taste, and settled down to listen to the man’s talk. Drake and Jenkins responded enough to be suitably polite, but no more than was strictly necessary while Ichigo remained comfortably silent.
The man chatted innocently, telling us of a long term of apprenticeship with an elderly man, a butcher, who was off for a jaunt in the country, visiting an old acquaintance. That would certainly explain the plethora of beef occupying the room.
Animated and lacking not for topics, he talked at length about any number of things, inquiring about such as like jobs, families, and wives. Slowly it seemed to Ichigo as though his easy demeanor was gradually becoming forced. The host, once gracious, became increasingly agitated and failed miserably to hide it. His already bright eyes grew overbright and frantic, darkting to and fro like a dragonfly over a pond, simply much less serene. The volume and rate of his tone of his voice increased enormously – he shouted rapidly and incoherently about no sensible thing whatsoever. He seemed quite berserk babling about Wagyu and porterhouse.
Fear ensnared Ichigos sense, the blood pounding through his veins and sounding in his ears. He sat as rigid as the scantlings beneath his booted feet. He could scarce draw breath for fear as he ranted and raved.
And it was then that Ichigo felt it. A shuddering, rhythmic thumping coursing up through the woodwork, coursing up through his legs and the wood of the chair into my seat and continuing its way upward to resonate in my ribcage, beating in time with his own heart.
Ichigos own heart.
Horrified, it was then that Ichigo realized; the steady beating coming from beneath the floor was a heart, a heart from a cow.
Ordering his body to leap from the chair, to do something, nothing happened. A fruitless attempt. As such was the attempt to utter a cry; silence.
Terror held Ichigos body paralyzed whilst his mind ran in endless circles; He could not think, He could not move. Drake and Jenkins were held immobile in a similar fashion. This was no terror holding Ichigo hostage, this was wagyu. Deadly wagyu, seeping through his veins and killing him slowly from the inside. He remembered faintly the exotic taste of the tea. Ah, the cleverness of the Beef Mafia. Still rigid as a board, Ichigo fell to the floor.
Death took its icy hold on Ichigo's senses. His lungs were deflating, his vision blurred. He lost all resistance and gave in to lurking blackness. His eyes fluttered shut one last time, and his breath left his body for good.
Ichigo was killed
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Sasaki Kojiro was walking down street. He whistled to himself. Meatopolis was safe, after all. Why should he have to worry about being killed? He was walking, but didn't notice the red dot on his chest.
He heard someone screaming "Sasaki, Watch Out! There is a red dot on your chest! It's a Sniper!!!"
The man threw Sasaki what appeared to be a bulletproof vest, and he put it on without much thought. Not noticing that it was a vest covered with C-4 explosives!
It was too late to take off the vest though, the button was pushed, and Sasaki went KABLOOEE! Somehow, his body was covered in sheep's wool afterwards.
Sasaki was killed
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After the silly meeting, Besker headed straight home. Modern house with good quality security. Besker had almost nothing to worry about... Except...
"You weren't expecting any visitor were you?" said the shadowy figure sitting on Beskers sofa..
"Who are you?"
"You'll find out"
Shadowy figure tackled Besker on the ground, and knocked him unconcious.
Next thing he noticed was his ankle tied on a table, shadowy figure sitting in front of him.
"I hope you like Vodka Besker.. Because your about to drink lots of it.."
Besker woke up in his house with a head ache way past lunch time the next day. He groaned and called the taxi to head to the next meeting.
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Upon the next meeting, those who arrived found a paper nailed to the Meatopolis senate door.
It saysSpoiler Alert, click show to read:
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When everyone arrived to the meeting hall, Mayor came in, with soldiers.. And an exotic creature
"Greetings citizens!! Meet Heshe!! The meat eating Llama!!"
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
"Now according to the scientists, all we have to do is, feed Heshe the flesh of those who were killed. Heres the experiment. Feed him Sasaki!"
*Yum Yum...
"Well Heshe?"
"25 percent Beef, 12 percent Chicken, 12 percent pork 10 percent lamb and 41 percent Veggie in Sasakis fat!! Mwa!!"
"Sasaki was most likely innocent... Feed him Ichigo!"
"1 percent Strawberry and 99 percent Lamb!!"
"Interesting... We seems to have caught the lamb mafia... Or at least someone who really loves lamb.. Keep up the good work citizens!! Mafias are getting weaker!"
Citizens stared at the Llama.. And looked away.. Meet eating llamas should only be in B grade splatter Horror films and no where else..
Alive 22/25
pevergreen
Greyblades
Tiberius of the Drake
AVSM
Cultured Drittz Fan
YLC
Besker
General Hankerchief
Diana Abnoba
Death is Yonder
Tratorix
Captain Blackadder
White_eyes
taka
Atheotes
Splitpersonality
LittleGrizzly
Wishazu
Caius
Yaropolk
Shinseikhaan
Roadkill
Killed 2/25
Ichigo (Killed by Beef mafia)
Sasaki (Killed by Lamb mafia)
Jailed (Lynched) 1/25
ATPG
Start Day 2 This round is 24 hours.
Originally Posted by Beskar
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