Spirit Mafia [Concluded]

[KukriKhan]

The game still continues?

CR

Heehee.

I know you've been ready to abandon the game for a week, but: yeah.

Alive: 4

Chaotix27
CrazedRabbit
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz

Means at least 1, and most likely 2 of the guys you've trusted... should not have been.

'Punked in ya own crib', as it were.

No offense, o'course.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Quiet, you. This is the same thing that happened in Capo II. It almost happened again. Let's just cut this second attempt at creating paranoia amongst us off right now.

For all we know, khaan may just be leaving us in suspense.

[woad&fangs]

oooo

did 'Khaan perfect the lucifer role from Netherworld?

[CountArach]

Quiet, you. This is the same thing that happened in Capo II. It almost happened again. Let's just cut this second attempt at creating paranoia amongst us off right now.

It worked really well for some of us in Capo II

[seireikhaan]

Alrighty, I'm starting the writeup. No more orders(not that I anticipate any) will be taken.

Edit: it might be a bit longer wait than usual. This is kinda unusual...

[seireikhaan]

First of all; like everything else in this world, reading this writeup will be made far better if done whilst listening to this.


T'was the dead of night, in the castle of Makaikhaan. A half-moon hid behind a blanket of clouds, leaving a seemingly suffocating darkness over the land. A strong gust blew, bringing with it the chill of fall. However, inside the castle, the torches and oil lamps ensured that neither the darkness, nor the chill, could penetrate its walls.

However, inside a cozy hallway in the eastern wing, far up on the fourth floor, neither the torches nor the lamps were in need. For a powerful biped was strolling through its walls, its skin emanating purple sparks and shocks ever eternally. No matter where the being went, it never needed any other source of light than its own. Unfortunately, however, this made the being rather inadequate at sneaking, be it the light that gave it away, or if its quarry heard it approach due to the constant chatter of electricity which roved its skin. The being stopped at a sudden, extending its gait straight up. It turned its head behind. It thought it heard something; nothing loud. It was almost as though someone had quietly chuckled behind him. However, t'was clear that there was, in fact, nothing hehind it. Slightly puzzed, it nonetheless continued back to its stroll through the hall. However, two seconds later, it once again stood straight up. There was no peer behind, this time. The being shook its head violently for an instant. Upon finishing this momentary excercise, the being immediately headed back from whence it came. However, there was not even an attempt this time at secrecy; rather, it bounded as quickly as possible, back to the stairs. It literally leaped down the case. Within a second, it was back to the third floor. Not content with its position, it continued its mad escapade downwards, to the second floor. Upon reaching its new elavation, it sprinted down the new hall upon the second floor. It took a left upon reaching a T-corner, to a dead end. At the end of the hallway, a red-skinned being stood in a doorway, its back to the hall.


The sparking creature raised a hand, palm facing Red. Red turned around, having heard the sparks, as well as noticing the new shadow which had been created on the comatose body of GH in front of him. Red held a book in its left hand, as well as a brush in its right. The sparking being gathered the faintly purple electricity into a ball, then delivered it with all its might. In the narrow hall, it seemed it would be impossible to avoid. But Red, it seemed, had tricks up his own sleeve. Red raised a hand of his own. Seemingly by magic, boards in the siding of the hallway splintered out of place; they formed in an instant in front of Red, forming a non-conductive shield. The electric blast hit the shield, gave off a sharp blast, and died in a moment. Red held up the book, a bored look upon his face. He held up the brush. The sparking being rushed quickly straight to Red, knocking the floating shield away, before leaping forwrd. Red looked mildly suprised, but simply sidestepped into a vacant hole where a piece of wall used to be. The sparking creature caught its balance, turned 270 degrees, and with his left hand, shot a bolt once more towards Red. Red leaped backwards, into the night, seeming to glide through the air.

The bolt shot errantly into the night. The sparking being leapt after Red into the night. It landed in the courtyards. It could see nothing beyond five yards, the extent to which his own light extended. The sparking being quickly realized this was very bad for it; he could be seen, but could not see Red in this environment, something that would have to be fixed if he was to survive. The sparking creature raised its hands into the air, stretching his gaze upwards to the clouded night. Its mouth opened up a gutteral roar to the night sky, while electric bolts shot from both hands, creating a fantastic display of sight and sound, if only for a moment. The clouds began to reciprocate the being; they rumbled loudly, before shooting off a bolt of their own. The sound grew louder, into mighty thunderclaps, whle the bolts became more impressive in their own right. The fall wind continued to blow, creating the effect of a perfect storm brewing. And then, in an act of natural providence, the shadow of what could only be Red was silhouttted against a spectacular lightning shower, high up in the sky. The sparking creature roared once more to nature, and a dark cloud appeared from under him, lifting him high to the sky. With a gust, it rushed him to his opponent, who could be seen attempting once more at brush strokes in its book.

The sparking creature raised a hand once more, then brought it down in a diagonal pattern, like a composer. Still copying his movements, the storm shot a spectacular stream of purple particles at Red. Red stuffed the book into its sash, gliding through the air. The sparking being raised both hand, bringing them down in the direction of Red once more. Two tremendous shots outreached towards their target, only to be dodged once more. The movements became more frantic, quicker and quicker, but still no bolt struck its target. The game continued onwards longer than either could count; Red could do no more than dodge the strikes, whilst the sparking being remained unable to deliver a kill shot.

However, the solution, in an instant, became apparent to the sparking being. As it brought two more shots of nature's wrath down, it began charging charging its own strike, one that didn't require use of his arms. From deep inside its gut, it began storing up as much charge as it could wield. As Red continued to glide through the air, the sparked creature kicked its cloud into high speed, then using more thunderous bolts to gently "guide" Red closer to him. He neared within 15 yards. Red glided just out of the way of two previous bolts, when the sparking creature open its mouth, and let loose a fantastic shot if its own, directly in the path Red was traveling. Red simply had no chance to avoid it; the blast struck direct and true.

Glyphz could not believe it. It felt like a tremendous high. Sparks ran through his body at a million miles per hour. However, he knew this wasn't good. His skin was turning from Red to a dark brown as it fried. His arms went limp, beyond his control. He soon lost his ability to defy gravity, and he felt himself begin plummeting to the ground. The last thing he was aware of was the dull "thud" his body made when it contacted the soil.

Chaotix stepped towards Glyphz' unmoving body. He stooped down, and plucked the brush and book from the sash. Amazingly, both appeared to be in perfect condition, untouched. As he stalked back to the castle, he did an about face. Bringing both hands downward, for one more time, two magificent bolts struck Glyphz and blowing apart a small crater where the body had layed.

With an impressive leap, Chaotix returned to the hole where he had left the castle. He stood in the hallway, the only sound that of his own semi-controlled powers. He peered back into the room where Red had been standing. GH's body still lay comatose. Chaotix opened the book he had taken from Glyphz. On the most recent page, was his name, half-written. Picking up the brush, and taking a small amount of oil from a nearby lamp, Chaotix finished it. With the last stroke complete, Chaotix immediately slumped to the ground. The book fell from a limp hand, as did the brush. And with an impressive flash, Chaotix' body dissolved into nothing, with an impressive electrical charge bursting down the hall, blasting yet one more hole into the unfortunate siding. As the charges dispersed, a faint titter could be heard echoing through the room...





Dead: 18

Lord Winter (N1)
EliteFerret (N1)
Northnovas (N1)
Fahad I (N2)
Rythmic (N2)
YourLordandConqueror (N3)
Aries777777 (N3)
Warmaster Horus (N3)
Woad&Fangs (N4)
Quintus J.C. (N4)
Anelious Phyros(N5)
Caius (N5)
El Diablo (N5)
CountArach (N6)
YourLordandConqueror (N7)
SigurdFafnesbane (N7)
Chaotix (N8)
Glyphz (N8)

Lynched: 7

Ibn-Khaldun (D1)
Ichigo (D2)
FactionHeir (D3)
LittleGrizzly (D4)
Omanes Alexandropolites (D5)
Shlin28 (D6)
KukriKhan (D7)

Suicide/WoG: 2

Ignoramus
Sarathos

Alive: 2

CrazedRabbit
GeneralHankerchief







Round will be over in 24 hours.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

And yes, this game is continuing. I personally very much dislike ties, so I think we can all guess where this game will be going at this point

[GeneralHankerchief]

Damn khaan, you just raised the bar on description scenes with that one.

Vote: Crazed Rabbit

So, it's down to you and me. It's been a blast (literally and figuratively, *titter*), and I don't know how I survived, but I'm going for the win.

[seireikhaan]

Damn khaan, you just raised the bar on description scenes with that one.

Many thanks.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Heehee.

I know you've been ready to abandon the game for a week, but: yeah.

Alive: 4

Chaotix27
CrazedRabbit
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz

Means at least 1, and most likely 2 of the guys you've trusted... should not have been.

'Punked in ya own crib', as it were.

No offense, o'course.

Sorry Kukri. But you're wrong about the trusting.

LoL at all the townies trying to cause paranoia.

CR

[Crazed Rabbit]

Well, time for the night of the long knives.

CR

[KukriKhan]

LoL at all the townies trying to cause paranoia.

Yeah. "All" of us. Scardey-Cat.

I strongly recommend you double-, triple-, and quadruple- check whom you trust mate.

Or else... why are we still talking?

[GeneralHankerchief]

All the liv'uns know what's going down tonight. There's nothing left to do but wait for the final write-up.

[seireikhaan]

All the liv'uns know what's going down tonight. There's nothing left to do but wait for the final write-up.

Or do they...

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

[woad&fangs]

OOoooOOO
You are feeling paranoid...
000oooooOOOoooo
VERY PARANOIDDDDDDDDDD.....
Rabbits=Rodents, Squirrels=Rodents, ergo rabbits=squirrels
oooooooooOOoooo
Squirrels engage in philosophical debate
0000ooooOOOooooo
Debate leads to town victory
oooooOOOOOOOOO
Beware Crazed Rabbit.....

[GeneralHankerchief]

What do you say, CR? Want to tell the town exactly what's going on?

[Crazed Rabbit]

Dude, woad.

Everyone alive knows who's going to try and kill who. Everyone knows the inevitable outcome, but we're going through the motions anyway.

It's been a fun ride and I don't regret letting my enemies live; it helped kill the town. Though if I was completely sure Sigurd was lying, I might have acted differently. But the end will be the same.

The one absolute surety is that the town has lost. Now we just need to see who wins.

CR

[Crazed Rabbit]

General - no, let's let them wait.

CR

[woad&fangs]

Dude, woad.

Everyone alive knows who's going to try and kill who. Everyone knows the inevitable outcome, but we're going through the motions anyway.

I hope you weren't taking my last post seriously