Re: Capo di Tutti Capi IV [In Play]
"This might hurt, it's not safe
But I know that I've gotta make a change
I don't care if I break,
At least I'll be feeling something
'Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don't wanna go through the motions
I don't wanna go one more day"
...The Motions
...Matthew West
Eleventh Night -- The Streets of Fatlington
Psychonaut had not made it ten blocks from the Center when a cloaked man emerged from a dark alley, wielding a machete. The man clumsily swiped for an attack, but Psychonaut easily parried the maneuver, and sent the man flying the other direction with an easy shove. The man stumbled up, but Psychonaut was already well off and away by the time he’d gathered himself. He muttered to himself as he stashed the machete away for the night.
Chaotix found himself in a similar situation. He found himself circling around a light pole, as a cautious attacker with a silver knife tried to get around. But whichever way he lunged, Chaotix lunged the opposite. Finally, annoyed at the shenanigans, he made his largest lunge yet. Chaotix caught him off guard, and slammed his head into the pole. The attacker staggered, stunned for a second. By the time he’d gathered himself, Chaotix was well in the distance, the lack of pursuit glaringly obvious. Grumbling, the attacker stomped off into the night.
Peasant Phill wandered his lonely path once more, straying from dark alley to dark alley, drifting without real thought. His path finally came to a halt, as he found himself face to face with a sprawling brick building. He could hear footsteps behind him. He turned around silently, and found himself facing two shadows, cloaked in the dark of night. Phill gazed quietly at the abyss before him. He could see the outlines of two automatic weapons raised to him. He didn’t struggle, nor scream, nor give any indication of his doom. Instead, with a solemn face, he gazed at the two, as they sprayed a torrent of bullets at their unmoving target. With Phill slightly less animated than previously, one of the shadows stepped forth. He pulled out a gleaming knife, removed Phil’s shoe, and began the diligent work of removing his large toe.
ULC’s night wasn’t going too well. His car was sitting on the side of the street, engine smoking. Another car pulled up slowly. Exasperated, ULC stamped over, assuming help had arrived. Quite the contrary, as two folks in trench coats emerged, and let loose a barrage of tommy gun fire at the poor man. The driver walked up to the bullet ridden corpse, and left a picture of an Alaskan mountain range, bearing the note “Seward’s Folley” around the edges. The other walked up, with an unsure glance at the driver, who simply nodded. With the go-ahead, the passenger removed a shoe, and started slicing away at the big toe with a gleaming knife.
Sasaki sat himself down on the curb, sitting just a block away from Mercy. It had served him well- he owed his narrow escape to them, as much as he did the divine. So, he sat, appreciating a starry night, and the positive vibe he got from the nearby hospital. The harmony was disrupted at the sound of footsteps behind him, coming from the hospital. Sasaki whipped around, tensed and ready. A pair in trench coats stopped a few feet away, looking curiously at him.
“Did you tip them? The nurse and doc, I mean,” One asked, nodding his head back towards the hospital. “Heck of a service, ya know. Not everyone gets a second chance.” Sasaki slowly shook his head. “Here,” the other said. “This should do.” He tossed a large, silver coin in the air. Sasaki’s eyes opened wide, but he saw the hand guns being pulled out too late. The coin never reached him, outpaced by a small barrage of bullets. The original mobster stepped forward, picked up the coin, dated 1951, and placed it over Sasaki’s left eye. A second was pulled from a coat pocket and placed over the right. Their business finished, the two departed.
Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, Lewwyn found himself being pursued quite madly by a black armored car. His own vehicle was proving capable of spinning ‘round the tight corners of Fatlington, but the pair pursuing were relentless. The passenger gave a constant hail of fire from an automatic weapon. Lewwyn could hear the bullets tearing at the rear of his vehicle. He knew he couldn’t keep weaving forever on the streets while under fire.
It was then that the idea struck him. Whether madness or genius, he would soon find out. He spun the car into a vicious u-turn, facing down the pursuing vehicle. A stream of bullets passed on his left, and Lewwyn gunned the car as fast as he could urge it. He could hear the pursuers wheel their own car around. He bore down the street, and plowed his car headlong into Mercy grounds. He kept the pedal stuck, and at the last second, hit the brakes. The vehicle crashed into a side wall. Lewwyn almost blacked out from the collision, and could feel a stream of blood trickling down his face. But he could also hear the sounds of crazed doctors and nurses milling near his car. At least for a night, he would be safe.
Craterus’ night was similarly poor. At one of Fatlington’s seedier taverns, a small, but significant lot had been lost on cards. Sitting at the end of the bar, with a forlorn look, Craterus spent his last bit of money on a stiff drink.
“You know, it’s not healthy to drink and gamble at the same time,” a man said from behind. “Doesn’t lead to very good decisions. Like, say, leaving your back open.” Craterus immediately whipped around, only to find a knife in his gut. A hand muffled his cry. A partner helped drag Craterus into the restroom. The original mobster quickly hacked off the left big toe of Craterus, and the two departed, leaving the bloody mess for the custodian.
Khazaar’s night wrapped up a few blocks away from Fatlington’s reputable Club. He was smoking his last cigar. The shop was closed for the time, not wanting to incur the wrath of mob bosses. But still, sometimes a smoke was just needed. With his last puff, he saw a vehicle wheel around the corner. A person leaned out of each of the passenger side windows, and a wild spray of bullets ensued. Khazaar flinched on the spot, but was unharmed as the vehicle shot past. He immediately took off in the other direction, and by the time the attackers were turned around, Khazaar was long gone.
Neri’s drive back was eventful, to say the least. Whether it was the barrage of gunfire he’d received as he dashed into the car from a pair of gunmen, or the explosion that rocked it from an improvised gasoline explosive at a street corner, he could hardly complain of boredom. Neither could he complain of luck, for as his car tumbled in a flaming heap, a Mercy ambulance happened to be pulling up at the next street corner. As the medics hauled him into armored car, he thanks whatever omnipotent being that was watching over him that night.
09:10AM, Wednesday, 9 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey
"And that concludes today's report," Commissioner Fermanagh said. "And now, the postmortem results." The commissioner unveiled an unusually large sheet of paper, which had been rolled up several times. He requested several assistants to help pin it to the wall.
"It looks like the committee had a poor effort with our lynch choice. As you can see here, Captain Blackadder/GeneralHankerchief was completely and utterly innocent." The commissioner pointed to the sheet, which simply declared in enormous red, block font, "Innocent." "We found zero evidence of him being in cahootz with any mafia family, shady characters, communists, anything. It was a shame to lose a stalwart rock of honesty to lynch. Disappointing, to say the least." The commissioner gave a glare at the crowd, before moving on.
"Similarly, it appears that Zack, Choxorn, dcmort93, woad &fangs, and bestrfcplayer were ordinary townspeople as well, with no clear ties to criminal organizations at all. Losing this many people, who'd done their best to keep this town decent.... it's flabbergasting." He paused for a second to reflect on the sheer amount of destruction of good, decent people.
"There is some good news, at any rate. Zim/Issaikhaan was another Luca gangster, an established starter with the Barzini family. But I'm not sure that really compensates for all the good people we lost. There's not much time left, I'm sure of it. If there's any of you left- good luck. And God's speed. Director Askthepizzaguy now took the podium. "Thank you very much, Seamus," he said, with a solemn expression. "We will now commence with the voting. Good luck..."
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Attacked = 51: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10), qlyphz (n10), Psychonaut (n11)
Wounded = 16: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11)
Killed = 48: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye (n10),
AggonyKing (n10), God Emperor (n10), Skotsko (n10), slash and earn (n10), thefluffyone93 (n10), Craterus (n11), Peasant Phill (n11), Sasaki (n11), ULC (n11)
Lynched = 9: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat (d10), Edse (d11)
Wogged = 4: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4)
Added: Autolycus (d4)
Active:
Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, B Ray, Backwards Logic, Beefy187, Believer, Beskar, BillMc, BSmith,
Cahoma, Chaotix, Clitsome, Crazed Rabbit, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Erebus, fyremarble, GamezRule, gibsonsg91921, gnarleycharlie, Guiri, hero di classic, Ironside, Jarema, Johhog, kennigit, Khazaar, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Lewwyn, Monk, Neri, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Populous Romanus, Psychonaut, qlyphz, Renata, Scienter, scottishranger, Secura, Seon, shlin28, Sigurd, Silver Jan, SisterCoyote, Sprig, sturmhauke, The Stranger, White_eyes:D, Winston Hughes, Xehh II, Yaropolk
Originally Posted by Populus Romanus
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