Re: The Council of Villains- Large Mafia Game (IN PLAY)
Oh yes. This write-up is quite huge. Two and a half hours.
Night 2
Shadow the Hedgehog walked alone down the hallway, towards the Council Chamber, a blank look on his face. Or at least, he believed he was alone, and paid little attention to his surroundings. In reality, someone lurked in the shadows behind him, all but undetectable to most eyes.
When he reached the chamber, he continued walking up to the podium at the center of the room. He mindlessly stepped over the many times decapitated body of Orochi, which the Egg-Bots seemed to be having trouble in cleaning up. The figure in the shadows moved towards the fringe of the room, and, finding a cardboard box, quickly hid himself under it. There was something about Shadow that he had noticed earlier; something wasn’t right with his behavior. Or perhaps there were a few things peculiar about his behavior…
“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Suddenly, Shadow’s blank face turned into one of pure rage. He continued screaming, sometimes unintelligibly, and the man under the cardboard box could only make out a few words:
“Grrr…… YOU! I’ll… argh... OUT of my head!”
The spy peeked out from the cardboard box. Shadow seemed to be battling with an unseen force, and was clutching his head in pain. Halfway through a cry of rage, however, his mouth stopped moving, and the same blank stare returned to his eyes. Then, he snapped his finger, and in a flash, he disappeared…
…reappearing right next to the cardboard box. He uttered a short, evil laugh, and kicked the cardboard box over, revealing a startled Big Boss. Big Boss drew his gun, only to have his wrist snapped by Shadow, who caught the gun in mid-air with his other hand as it was dropped.
Shadow lifted the gun… Big Boss sprang away, but he paid no attention to him. Instead, Shadow raised the gun to his own head.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! NO! I won’t let YOU… you FREAK!”
Shadow continued screaming and firing the gun in random directions, but just before the sixth shot was fired, his face cleared and he was as calm as before. He once again raised the gun to his the side of his head… and pulled the trigger.
Big Boss was left pondering the insanity which he had just witnessed. Shadow lay on the floor, dead, with a spatter of blood on the wall next to him. Big Boss quickly returned to the shadows and began to make his way out of the room.
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Meanwhile… Bowser and his son, the aptly named Bowser Jr., were in a deep slumber in their quarters, to which the door had just been refitted that morning. They were, as usual, snoring so loudly that nobody else in that row could possibly sleep soundly.
This was all disrupted, however, when a Boomshot blast blew the door to smithereens. A second exploded in Bowser’s face, sending him into a dizzy stupor.
Bowser Jr. woke up with a start, startled to see what looked like a familiar face.
“Come on, ya big meanie, you can’t beat me! I’m the son of Bowser, the toughest kid around! Rawrrrrrrrr!”
Bowser Jr. zipped around the room, dodging bullets as the hulking figure switched to the Troika Minigun. Bowser, now fully awake and angered at his beauty sleep being interrupted twice so far, let out a roar. His adversary, shaken by the devastating sound, lowered his guard for a second. During this time Bowser charged straight at him, shattering him to pieces.
Bowser, looking confused, stood for a minute, pondering the situation. He then turned around, shrugging his massive shoulders. As he returned to his slumber, he muttered, “I could’ve sworn that loser was dead already…”
He didn’t notice the being that slipped away in the shadows afterwards.
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Big Boss was still crawling back to his quarters under the cardboard box. All of a sudden, he heard maniacal laughter, and the sounds of a scuffle taking place in the hall. He cursed under his breath.
Outside the box, Big Boss heard the unmistakable sound of Meta-Knight’s voice, which was much too deep, it seemed, for his short stature. The other voice he could not place, but it kept repeating the words “Burn!” and “Die!”
Eventually, the sounds of the fighting stopped. With a last cackle of laughter, Big Boss heard the other fighter walking away.
He lifted his box to see the charred remains of Meta-Knight, with a knife stuck in his mask, between his eyes. The grizzled spy decided against taking a peek as to what was really under that mask, and kept moving, covered by the box.
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Magus and Sephiroth met on the roof of the laboratory. The two white-haired warriors apparently each had a bone to pick with each other, and it was Sephiroth who demanded the duel.
The night was dark and stormy once again, and their faces could only be seen during a flash of lightning. Both were cold, hard, and resolved, although Sephiroth’s had a tinge of amusement in it. The two villains exchanged words before they began the battle:
“Hmm. This place will be your grave, fool. Are you sure you want rather die in a flowery garden? It would be more in your element.”
“Silence your tongue, idiot. That’s what’s sealed your doom in the first place.”
“Ha! So you really believe you can defeat me, then? Magus, the Fiend King?”
“Prepare for your death. This will take but a minute.”
Sephiroth lunged, raising his blade, the Masamune, high over his head. With it, he outranged Magus’ scythe easily. Magus, however, would make up for this shortcoming with his superior magical strength.
He fired blasts of dark energy at Sephiroth, who dodged them easily, retaliating with his own fireballs and ice shards. Magus deflected these with his bare hands. But Sephiroth had continued moving closer to Magus, and struck with the tip of his blade. Magus barely deflected it with the blade of his scythe, which the Masamune scored a small notch in.
Magus now teleported back to where Sephiroth had been standing.
“Hmph. No more fooling around. I’ll finish this!”
He raised his hands, concentrating until they began to shake. Sephiroth stopped and watched, amused. A dark void appeared in between Magus and Sephiroth, and threatened to suck Sephiroth in with a tearing gust. Sephiroth smiled, barely encumbered by the void’s pull, and jumped.
He landed behind Magus, who instinctively turned, raising his scythe in defense. Sephiroth swung his blade, smashing the scythe into bits. He then proceeded to skewer Magus with it. Withdrawing the blade and lifting Magus with his free hand, he uttered a last remark.
“A minute and one second. Ah well, I suppose I was a little slow today.”
With the light quickly leaving Magus’ eyes, he flung the arch mage off the side of the building. He landed with a thud and a sickening crack.
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Finally, it appeared that Big Boss had made it back to his quarters safely. He could now tell the other villains all about what he had discovered this night. Soon, the traitors, for it seemed there were now a great many of them, would be captured.
He threw off the cardboard box and attempted to open his door. He found it unlocked, although he was sure he locked it before he left…
Upon opening the door, he heard a voice from the darkness within:
“Well, look who it is… the Snake decided to return from his hunt. But it appears you haven’t caught much, have you, now? Heh heh hee…”
Blasts of ice froze his legs to the floor. With one broken wrist, he didn’t stand a chance. His mutilated corpse was found in his room the next morning…
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Alive: 31
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Dead: 7
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Day 3 Begins
It will end 24 hours from now.
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Originally Posted by Strike For The South
- Proud Horseman of the Presence 
Good write up
how about the investigator, and then have our defender protect him!
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