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    Default Netherworld III: Final Judgment Summary Thread

    A young dark-haired girl, perhaps six or seven years old, was at a brisk walk, bare feet pattering on the stone floor. Her navy blue night gown flowed behind her, and was nearly caught as she carelessly slammed an oak door behind her as she entered a bedroom. She took a running leap onto a bed laden with soft, velvet, pale blue blankets.. Waiting, sitting on a white, wooden rocking chair next to the bed was a wrinkly, elderly man, with silver hair that looked preposterously windswept.



    “Story time, story time!” The young girl chanted to the old man as she sat herself upright in her bed. “C'mon, granpa, its story time!”


    The grandfather's blue eyes twinkled and a smile adorned his face. “Of course, sweety. What sort of story would you like tonight?”


    “I want something exciting!” she proclaimed. “Something new! I don't want another story about a princess in a tower!”


    “Well, my dear....” he pondered aloud. “Something exciting... something new....” his grin slid further across his face. “Would you like to hear a story about me?” He asked her.


    “Aww, but you can be kinda boring, granpa,” she pouted a bit.


    “Oh, right, of course... I was being silly. You wouldn't want to hear it anyways. Might be too scary. Lots of angry spirits, and vengeful gods. Plus,” he looked at the sun nearly set outside a window on the far wall. “It would take you far past your bed time, and daddy wouldn't like that at all, would he?”


    “Oooh, oooh, tell this story! Please, please, pleeaase!” The girl held up her hands in a pleading position and smiled at the grandfather with all the baby-toothed charm she could muster. He could only chuckle.


    “Oh, well, I suppose, my dear.... if you insist. But this,” he leaned in with a wink, “will be our little secret. No telling daddy, alright?”


    She nodded furiously, “You bet, granpa!” With a quick flutter, she nestled herself deep into the blankets before giving her grandfather a last nod.


    Alright, pumpkin. Long ago, the world was very different from today. People here on earth, when they were done here, were judged. If they were good, nice people, they went to be with the gods, in heaven. But, if they were mean, bitter people, they were punished, in the Netherworld, by demons. If they were punished, they would be sent back here, until they could show they could be nice to everyone. But the ruler of the Netherworld was selfish and greedy. He tried to make everyone go to the Netherworld. The Gods were angry about this, so they sent their own to get everyone back. But in the end, the ruler was overthrown by his own demons, one known as Hades.


    But the Gods weren't done. When they tried to get the souls back, they took Hades' old realm between earth and the Netherworld. Hades wanted it back, of course, so he sent what he could to do just that. While the Gods and Demons were fighting, they awakened an ancient, powerful foe, Angra Mainyu. Mainyu had been in wait for thousands of years after being banished. He took the land between earth and the Netherworld. The Gods and Demons continued their battle anyways, thinking he wasn't important. Then, in a single day, Angra Mainyu unveiled his plan. In a single day, Gods and Demons alike turned on the Heavens and Netherworld and joined him, and he took the city of Babylon and all its empire, in just one day. He vowed to rule the Earth, the Netherworld, and the Heavens, all as one. Now, what remained of the Netherworld and Heavens had to finally put their battle aside and unite against their common enemy. So, they each sent a small group of their most valorous members to Babylon, to take Angra Mainyu out of power while the armies clashed. Nobody knew for sure what would happen, except that when it was finished, a whole new world would be born.



    “But what do you have to do with this, granpa?” She asked.


    That, my dear,” he answered with another wink. “Will be shown soon enough....






    Welcome to the Final Judgment, the last installation of the Netherworld series. Netherworld Mafia was the first large game I hosted here at the .org, and despite flaws, it remains something I'm proud of. It introduced a couple new concepts to Mafia here, and the players in the game ran with it with gusto. It was a fair bit later that I decided to continue the story started by the first game. Partially because it occupies a soft spot in my heart, but also because I simply have a love of the various concepts different peoples have considered for the afterlife. Simply, the stories of gods and goddesses, heroes and villains, have always enthralled me. Now, I feel like I want to give the story a proper send off. I'm honored that I can get the chance to do so during the Gameroom Anniversary celebration. If you want a bit of extra insight into how this game will be structured, the first two games of the series will give you a good idea.


    One and Two

    In short, here's a description of how the game will run. The invading forces of the Netherworld and the gods will be the mafia, in this game. The forces of Angra Mainyu, in pursuit of planar unification, will be town. There will be one main mafia faction, consisting of four players. Their goal will be the extermination of all town forces and all neutral roles which may have conflicting victory conditions. There will be a number of pro-town roles, including at least one doctor, one watcher, a mason group, and a couple 'variety' roles to compliment the 'normal' townies. Lastly, as always, there will be a couple independent roles. These may have their own victory conditions, or may be able to tie themselves to a group(town or mafia). Generally speaking, I reserve the craziest of my ideas for neutrals, since they tend to start alone and have the hardest challenge for winning, so the independent roles might be a cult or a dragon or a shark with laser beams or anything else my brain has spawned. The main thing to expect is a fair bit of chaos and ambiguity. I rarely give yes/no or black/white answers to questions. Many roles which will have hidden abilities. If they do, you will never be told them by me, but with some homework, you may be able to guess on your own what they are. Some roles may gain or lose powers based on game events. If your role changes in this manner, I will inform you. Lastly, its a guilty pleasure of mine to confuse players, particularly pro-town networks. Make sure to take care of who you trust.

    The game will begin with a night phase, after which, the town will vote to lynch in traditional mafia fashion.





    Rules:

    NO QUOTING PMS, NO QUOTING CHATLOGS, NO SCREENSHOTS, NO ALTERNATE ACCOUNTS, AND NO TRANSLATING PM'S-You may claim whatever you want, including role name, so long as you don't quote my PM's word for word, or very close to word for word.

    The dead cannot reveal anything, including previous night actions, but they may participate as much as they want to contribute to general discussion. The dead also may not communicate outside the thread in any way, shape, or form relating to this game, be it via PM, chat, quicktopic, or other. Please, please follow the spirit of this rule and do not try and bend around it with technicality. I will not be pleased.

    I do not allow Vote: No Lynch as an option. You may abstain, however.

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    WoKs(Wrath of Khaan) will occur if a person does not vote 3 rounds in a row, or if they do not vote in 4 rounds in total. Please, please don't make me WoK you. It won't be a pretty death.

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    Voting periods will be 24 hours, though I may occasionally extend it to 36 if necessary.

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    Play within the spirit of the game, pun intended. That is, play to your objectives. Play in good faith, not to screw with the host or other players, but in a way that someone who would want to win would.


    HAVE FUN!


    I have designed this game in mind for forty players. I can tweak it for if we are a bit under or over, but I would very much like to hit forty. So, sign up, tell your friends, tell them to tell friends, stalk strangers, whatever.

    Current Signup List: 40/40

    Andres
    Arjos
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autocylus
    Believer
    Beskar
    B_Ray
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye\
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    God Emperor
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Reenk
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    TinCow
    Tratorix
    Visorslash
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach
    It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

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    "So what happened that night, granpa?" the young girl asked. The elderly man shook his head. "That night, pumpkin, started the test for everyone. For Heaven, for the Netherworld, for everyone supporting Angra Mainyu. Only the bravest were going to make it through. But that night, yes... that night..."


    That night, following Mainyu's announcement, Visorslash sat himself down at the corner of a small shack. He, personally, was baffled by Mainyu. Why would he give his opponents the chance to strike first? It had to be a hoax, then. No real invading enemies. Question, then, would be why to sequester so many of his followers within walking distance of the palace? He turned his gaze up to the dark street. So eerily quiet, for such an immense city. There was not a sound from any human or god or demon. Just a.... what was that, anyways? A faint... tapping? Not quite the right word, but maybe close enough. He peered his head around the other corner, and it was there he saw quite a sight. Someone was riding atop a peacock, with a lance couched for a joust. Visorslash stood up slowly with an uncertain look to his face. The peacock was picking up speed. Visorslash immediately wheeled around to the other street and began a sprint. After a second or two, he looked back, to see the peacock sprinting around it with unnatural speed and agility. Visorslash poured every ounce of his adrenaline, picking up every bit of speed he could. One second later, he felt a cool sensation through his chest. He looked down, a second as though a lifetime, to see a lance head was piercing through. Before he knew it, the peacock gave an almighty kick, the lance had withdrawn, and Visorslash was face down in the dirt, the sparkling blue-green bird atop him. The rider gazed down, and ended Visorslash once and for all with a lance thrust to the head.


    Atop a nearby roof, a woman shook her head. Her simple, tan robe fluttered slightly in the wind. “Truly, we were correct. Savages.” With that, she opened pearly wings, and jumped from her position. Wings spread, she dove down upon the peacock rider. At the last second, he heard the ruffle of wings, turning just in time to see his attacker before she was upon him. She turned herself feet first, landing atop the rider and sending him rolling, off his steed. He recomposed himself, only to see the woman sitting atop his own peacock! “It is only fitting,” she whispered. “You have taken so much from us... It is time to exact punishment.” The peacock rider gave a roar of rage, and rushed her with his lance. She stared him down, and as he thrust the lance at her, she seized it with her right hand, stopping it a few inches from her face. “Enough.... enough.” She twisted her right wrist, and snapped the lance head clean off. She jumped from the peacock, grabbing the remains of the lance with her right, holding the splintered lance head with the other. Wrenched her left and, and yanked the lance away completely, whirling the base around sweeping it under Tratorix' feet. Her foe decked, she immediately leaped down, pinning her left fore arm against his throat. She brought down the lance head with her right hand into his face, again and again. She did not relent until there was not a single recognizable feature to it. Then, lastly, she lifted her forearm up, and slowly sliced at the neck, taking pleasure in rendering it apart.....





    Tincow sat meditating in his temporary abode. It wasn't as nice as his usual house in Babylon, but it wasn't a hovel, at least. And, it was at least away from the main road. Even with so many crammed in a relatively small area, he found some peace. A knock on the door interrupted it. He ignored it for a second, then sighed. Oh well. He was halfway to the door when the knock was made again. “I'm coming, I'm coming...” he said. He was squeezing the knob when a thump was heard on the other side, the door flying off hinges, sending TinCow to the floor. A woman walked through the frame, a satin dress hardly concealing a layer of bronze scale armor. She held a curved saber in her right hand.



    “Making a lady wait like that, so rude! Where did you learn manners? Not that I suppose it matters much now, does it?” TinCow scrambled backwards in a panic, only to find himself up against the back wall. The woman jumped to his position, holding the saber to his throat. “You're finished... traitor.” With a clean slice, TinCow's head was severed.




    God Emperor was wandering the streets. He didn't much like the idea of having to live in some new place. Either way, sleep was unlikely. Besides, it was a clear, warm night. So much nicer than it was in the daytime. He turned around the corner to a new street, and saw what seemed to be an enormous human male in the middle of the street. It seemed to have been walking down, holding in one hand an axe of astronomical proportions. The haft had to be eight feet long, the double-edged head perhaps four feet. The man's eyes lit up upon seeing God Emperor. With his off hand, the man pointed. “God or Demon, I care not. You have brought ruin to me and my people! NOW YOU DIE!” God Emperor scoffed a bit. This mortal thinks he can kill me? The man moved at God Emperor, running at an incredible pace, and wildly swung the axe. God Emperor instinctively ducked the blow, the axe going just over his head and plowing into the house next to him. The axe ripped apart the brick and mortar as though it were papyrus. God Emperor's eyes went wide. Perhaps it would be wisest to play this safe. He took off at a run as the man swung his axe downwards, missing again and creating a gash in the street. The man howled, and went round the corner of the house. God Emperor was already in the distance, and wheeled down a dark ally. The man roared in frustration, and smashed his axe once more into the street before stalking off.




    "And so, they have struck," Angra Mainyu announced the next day in his throne room. You were all in a fairly small area, so naturally, one of you must have seen something. Whoever they are, hand me the treacherous agents! We shall give them a slow and painful demise. Drop by drop, agent by agent. They shall know the terror of my hand slowly closing around their throats. Now, at it! You must know! Give me an agent!"


    BEGIN DAY 1. YOU HAVE 24 HOURS!

    Alive:

    Andres
    Arjos
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autolycus
    Believer
    Beskar
    B_Ray
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    God Emperor
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Reenk
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach




    Killed:

    TinCow (N1)
    Tratorix
    (N1)
    Visorslash (N1)

    Lynched:
    It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

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    Angra Mainyu stood from his throne. Having kept attention to the discussion, he was certain who was to be offered to him. "TheLastDays, come forward!" Mainyu boomed to crowd. TLD was shuffled to the front by a small group, and they pushed him to the ground in front of their lord. "Does anyone have any last comments for the condemned?" Mainyu asked.

    "It's Arjos!" A voice yelled out. "I'm sure!"

    "He's right!" another yelled out.

    "Me too, I think its Arjos!"

    "It's gotta be him!"

    "Let TLD go, its Arjos!"

    Mainyu was almost baffled when Arjos was pushed alongside TLD in front of him. Seemed support for both deaths was strong. Angra Mainyu stared into their eyes, to guage them himself. He pointed a finger out at TheLastDays. "Looks like.... fortune smiles on you today." With that, he picked up Arjos by the scruff of the neck, and windmill slammed him down in front of the throne. Mainyu pulled his sword from its sheath, and plunged it into the gut of Arjos. Mainyu motioned to a guard. "Please, remove this from my sight," indicating Arjos' limp form.

    He turned back to the crowd gathered. "Good luck to you all tonight. Have fun, wherever you hide, scum..."




    Arjos 8 (God Emperor, Zack, Renata, Believer, Diamondeye, Arjos, Robbiecon, TheLastDays)
    TheLastDays 7 (Beskar, ATPG, Glyphz, Arjos, Earthling, Seon, B_ray)
    God Emperor 3 (Beskar, Khazaar, Yaropolk)
    SoulBlade 1 (White eyes)
    Woad & Fangs 2 (Fluffy, Dcmort)
    Fluffy 2 (Secura, Chaotix)
    Johnhughthom 2 (Johnhughthom, Riedquat)
    Beskar 1 (God Emperor)
    GeneralHankerchief 1 (Choxorn)
    Yaropolk 1 (GeneralHankerchief)
    Riedquat 1 (Johnhughthom)
    B_ray 1 (woad&fangs)
    Diamondeye 1 (Romanic)
    Diamondeye 1 (Classical Hero)
    Abstain 1 (Reenk)


    NIGHT 2 BEGINS NOW! PLEASE SEND ME ORDERS WITHIN 24 HOURS.

    Alive: 36

    Andres
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autolycus
    Believer
    Beskar
    B_Ray
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    God Emperor
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Reenk
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach




    Killed: 3

    TinCow (N1)
    Tratorix
    (N1)
    Visorslash (N1)

    Lynched: 1

    Arjos (D1)
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    B_ray had gathered the others in the neighborhood together for the night. First, he thought they might be safer in greater numbers. Second, he was hoping to alleviate some nerves by playing some games together. Help keep their minds off of possible impending doom and whatnot. The group was setting up the board and pieces when a frantic knock came from the door. Had someone been late? Was someone in need of aid? B ray rushed to the door and opened it. A very pretty woman, in a crimson satin dress stood in the doorway, looking quite calm and unharmed. “Can I... can I help you?” he asked her.



    “Oh yes. You see, I have a cart out here I was using to move some, er, figs. But I think the axle broke.” B ray gave a look back at the group, then stepped out past the doorway, instinctively closing the door behind him.


    “Now, where is this car-” B ray never got to finish his query, as a saber whipped past his throat in a blur, sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap.





    The sky was beautiful at sunset. As the sun finished its descent from the sapphire sky, the colors simply were splendid. Yaropolk was sitting atop his new accommodations, legs hanging down. It was one thing humans had on any god or demon. Even the Heavens lacked the sheer natural beauty the earth sometimes displayed. With the sun finishing its descent, and embarking from earth for the night, the sky darkened. With a sigh, Yaropolk picked himself up. He turned back to the stairs leading to the main level, only to startle upon seeing a woman dressed in a simple, tan, tunic, wings spread behind her.


    “Yaropolk, so enthralled are you with this world, are you? Then perhaps... perhaps you should stay here. Forever.” She unsheathed a straight sword, rushing straight at him. Yaropolk bent backwards to avoid a slash from her terrible, swift sword. His precarious position at the edge of the house resulted in him tumbling backwards, falling down on his back in the street. Yaropolk began to get up, but the woman was already leaping down to him, sword drawn high, ready to deliver a finishing blow. Yaropolk closed his eyes and clenched, waiting for the blow.... Faint footsteps were heard, and a mighty clang rang out through the night. Yaropolk opened an eye, and saw another woman, in a white khiton and bronze helmet, standing before him, a round shield braced in front of her. The new woman delivered a kick to the aggressor's midsection, creating distance for the spear in her right hand. Without turning her head, she whispered to Yaropolk. “Flee, you fool. Be safe.” And so Yaropolk, without hesitation, fled down the street as fast as he could.


    “No!” the aggressor shouted. She spread her wings, and took off from the ground. The shield bearing protector, however, grabbed her right leg, and brought her back to the ground. “He is not your fight. I am.” The aggressor shook her head. She immediately turned on Yaropolk's protector, kicked her wings out again, and flew away from the protector, away from the direction Yaropolk fled.




    "As I knew it!" Angra Mainyu boasted in the throne room the next morn. "Only one casualty last night! We may just have them on the run! Now, go at it! Bring me a scum!"



    DAY TWO BEGINS NOW. YOU HAVE 24 HOURS.


    Alive: 35

    Andres
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autolycus
    Believer
    Beskar
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    God Emperor
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Reenk
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach



    Killed: 4

    TinCow (N1)
    Tratorix (N1)
    Visorslash (N1)
    B_ray (N2)

    Lynched: 1

    Arjos (D1)
    It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

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    "And so, everyone convinced of God Emperor's guilt, they sent him to kneel before their lord, several holding him down in a kneeling position," the elderly man continued. "God Emperor insisted down to the very end that he was an ordinary servant of their lord, but the mob refused to believe him, on account of his earlier escape at night. Mainyu, for his part, was actually a bit impressed with everyone for their decisiveness, and he took his sword from its sheath. With a quick stroke, he took off God Emperor's head. After that, he dismissed the group once more for the night."

    "So, Granpa, did anyone know if he really was a bad man? Did he tell anything?"

    "Oh, certainly not, pumpkin. Its not as though everyone has a grand speech where they explain their dastardly deeds before they die. No, no, everyone was pretty much completely in the dark for a long, long while....."



    IT IS NOW OFFICIALLY NIGHT 2. ORDERS WITHIN 24 HOURS, PLEASE.


    13 God Emperor (Zack, Renata, Beskar, Earthling, Khazaar, Warman, glyphz, DIY, Capt Blackadder, Ironside, JHT, classical, Riedquat)
    4 Fluffy (SoulBlade, God Emperor, Romanic, Double A)
    3 woad&fangs (dcmort, Believer, woad&fangs)
    2 White_Eyes (Yaropolk, Reenk)
    2 Chaotix (White_Eyes, Seon)
    2 Romanic (Fluffy, autolycus)
    1 Earthling (TLD)
    1 Ironside (ATPG)
    1 Believer (Chaotix)
    1 autolycus (GH)
    1 TheLastDays (Diamondeye)
    1 ATPG (robbiecon)
    1 robbiecon (Andres)
    ---
    2 not voting (choxorn, Secura)


    Alive: 34

    Andres
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autolycus
    Believer
    Beskar
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Reenk
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach



    Killed: 4

    TinCow (N1)
    Tratorix (N1)
    Visorslash (N1)
    B_ray (N2)

    Lynched: 2

    Arjos (D1)
    God Emperor (D2)
    It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

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    Yaropolk decided it was time to stop taking chances. No more night time strolls down the streets, no sir. After his narrow escape, he holed himself up in his accommodations. Even hearing a polite knock on the door, Yaropolk shook his head violently, and stayed in his corner. A second round of knocks came, a bit more forceful this time. Still, he stayed put. Maybe twenty seconds later, a faint light shone through the bottom of the door. The door shifted colors, from dark brown to a pale yellow. A similarly colored mist began seeping into the room, blocking the door frame from view. Yaropolk heard footsteps. A oddly foreign man stepped into the room, dressed in a glittering, dark green robe, with a dark moustache and beard hanging from his chin. He looked quite calm, and did not seem armed. He held a hand out to Yaropolk. Yaropolk reached up for it. A longsword materialized in the man's hand, and he whipped it around on Yaropolk's outstretched arm. To his credit, Yaropolk managed to recoil quickly enough to only be nicked. The man in green brought the sword down with his right hand. Yaropolk just managed to roll out of the way, and began to break for the mist. He made a lunge for where he assumed the door would be. In midair, he saw, as though time slowed down, the man in green effortlessly made the turn and brought the sword down straight into his path. He closed his eyes, cringing for the coming blow....


    It was not the blow he expected. He fell to the ground awkwardly, where the door used to be. He scrambled up, to witness that his heroine had once more intercepted a blow. Her spear had glanced against the man in green's sword, deflecting its path. She now stood just inside the door frame, separating the attacker from victim. She lowered her stance, keeping her shield held across in a defensive stance. The attacker's pleasant face hardened visibly. He held his left hand to the sword's hilt. As the two fighters stared each other down, Yaropolk made a break for it down the street. The man in green sighed. He closed his eyes, and with a faint pop, he vanished.




    Zack scratched his head. He wasn't really sure how he'd ended up out here. He found himself out near the crimson barrier, west of the palace. He shrugged. There had to be some place to settle for the night. He turned around, back to the dark street. In the distance, he could make out a figure walking his direction. It looked like... a human. A comically humongous human, wielding an equally comic axe, which may have been four times the size of a normal war axe. For a human, he seemed to make his way down the street with such a monster well. He picked up at a sprint towards Zack, who raised an eyebrow in alarm. Zack jumped back as the axe came down in front of him. The head crunched into the street. Zack was already on a sprint past the man. The man wheeled about, giving chase. Zack took a hard right into an alley, just avoiding a second chance at being cleaved. The man gave chase down the alley, but the it twisted like a gnarled branch in several directions, with Zack nowhere to be seen.




    A very relaxed Reenk Roink was sitting in the middle of the one room shack he'd been assigned. If the time was come, the time was come, was his rational. He had not even locked his door. In the meanwhile, he figured, he would enjoy a drink or two. The knob to his door twisted, and Reenk did not look perturbed when a woman in bronze scale covered with a purple, satin dress entered through the frame, a saber in her right hand.


    “Hello, m'lady,” Reenk said. He held up his cup. “Would you like a drink?”


    “I think not, peasant. All I want tonight is your head.”


    “Aww. That's a shame. Please, I insist.” Reenk reached over, and yanked on a rope laying to his right. The woman looked surprised for a second, following the path of tension of the rope mentally. Tugged rope leading to pully at base of the door on her left, going straight up to another pully at the top side of the frame, leading to another pully halfway across the frame, leading to a bucket which tipped over. And so came a downpour of drink, similar to that which Reenk held in his hand, drenching the woman.


    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!” She howled in rage, while Reenk howled in laughter, and in an instant, she held her saber across his neck, and separated his head from the rest of him without hesitation. She stormed from the house in a rage, grasping the dress with clenched fingers.








    A woman stood at the door to a dark house. She knocked softly. The door was cracked open, and the inhabitant peered out. The person's eyes widen at the scantily clad figure before them.


    “Please, my lovely... will you let me in?” The door opened a bit more, and the inhabitant ushered her in. Her way clear, she aggressively walked up to her host. “My lovely,” she whispered, stretching a finger across their chest. “Offer me support, and I will reward you beyond your imagination. Gifts of lapis lazul, a golden chariot, steeds the envy of the world. She turned her head slightly, showing off her lengthy, raven hair. “Well, my dear?” An eager nod greeted her question, and she allowed herself to be led further into the house for the night....


    IT IS NOW DAY PHASE.




    Alive: 33

    Andres
    Askthepizzaguy
    Autolycus
    Believer
    Beskar
    Captain Blackadder
    Chaotix
    Choxorn
    Classical Hero
    Dcmort
    Death is Yonder
    Diamondeye
    Double A
    Earthling
    Fluffy
    Johnhughthom
    GeneralHankerchief
    Glyphz
    Ironside
    Khazaar
    Renata
    Riedquat
    Robbiecon
    Romanic
    Secura
    Seon
    SoulBlade
    TheLastDays
    Warman
    Woad&fangs
    White Eyes
    Yaropolk
    Zach



    Killed: 5

    TinCow (N1)
    Tratorix (N1)
    Visorslash (N1)
    B_ray (N2)
    Reenk Roink (N3)

    Lynched: 2

    Arjos (D1)
    God Emperor (D2)
    It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

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