Re: Psycho Mafia II: Andy's return
GAME SUMMARY
(the first post now links to this summary)
I love the songs in these write-ups. I also totally ripped off the images of the Tomato Institute from someone's Flickr page. Those pics were pretty awesome and I think added to the atmosphere of the game.
SELECTED SONGS:
Opening: The Struggle Within (Metallica)
Day One: Seek and Destroy (Metallica)
Night One: Coming Undone (Korn)
Day Two: Careless Whisper (Seether)
Night Two: Animal I have become (Three Days Grace)
Day Three: When Worlds Collide (Powerman 5000)
Night Three: Welcome to the Jungle (Guns N' Roses)
Day Four: Sad but true (Metallica)
Night Four: Holier than thou (Metallica)
Day Five: Reach out and touch faith (Marilyn Manson)
Night Five: Falling Away from me (Korn)
Day Six: Condemned by Discontent (Psycroptic)
Night Six: Down with the sickness (Disturbed)
Day Seven: Resident Evil 4 typewriter (anonymous)
Game Opening
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
PSYCHO MAFIA...... II
Day One
September 13th, 2009.
The Tomato Institute for the Happily Deranged.
Daybreak.
The clock radio went off inside my room, reminding me that it was time to rise and greet the day. Playing on the radio was The Struggle Within, which always put me in an excellent mood. There was just one problem... last night, there was a riot inside the hospital, and the mental patients went running around slaying everyone. I can't be sure how many of them there are... but I do know that there was more than one of them this time.
"This time?" Had I been here before? Strange...
But I felt confident that my mission was to destroy the evil here. I ventured out into the hallway, and saw a brutal scene before me. There were severed heads everywhere, and limbless torsos stacked up high in the center of the dining area. Body parts were nailed to the walls. The stench was unbearable. I went to the janitor's closet so that I could throw up in the sink, but I found it had been clogged up with the uniforms of the slain, and the huge plastic basin was filled with gallons of blood. Next to the sink, a bucket was filled with... what looked like... human eyes. Whoever did this was not your typical sociopath... this person took sick pleasure in what they did. In the corner, I saw something so horrible it defies description. There was the body of Askthepizzaguy.... the corpse appeared to have been sliced by a razor blade, over and over, a thousand times over. The body looked to be tied up, restrained in such a way to prevent struggling. Many of the wounds looked like they had almost healed... obviously what happened to Askthepizzaguy was not a quick process. A tube was hooked up to his arm, and several empty bags of human blood were scattered around the closet. It seemed apparent that the killer wanted Askthepizzaguy to die from the pain, not from the loss of blood. I knew I had to find who was responsible before I became the next victim of...
the Psycho.
Alive: (15/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
White_Eyes:D
atheotes
Tratorix
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Iskander 3.1
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (1/16)
Askthepizzaguy
(that's right, I'm DEAD, and I'm not playing either. So don't bother killing me again, in any way shape or form. It's not one of those experimental games.)
Day phases will be 24 hours long if everyone has voted, or 48 hours if I am missing votes. Night phases will be 24 hours long if I have everyone's orders, or 48 hours if I am missing orders (or if I need a break from my other games and hosting duties...). Day phase begins now, but I prefer to use 11:59 PM (2359 hours) Eastern time USA (GMT-5:00) as the official marker for the phases. So the first night phase will begin at 12:00AM (00:00 hours) Wednesday the 15th of September. That gives you 24 hours plus the remainder of today to get your role PMs, get in character, and vote.
Good luck to you all.
RULES: PLEASE READ
No quoting copying translating, etc, the ROLE PM or any other PM I send you.
Communication outside the thread is PROHIBITED when talking about this game, unless otherwise specified in your role PM.
Do not post screenshots or otherwise use any means of proving your innocence with actual evidence beyond in-game evidence. You know what I mean.
No cheating, in the broadest and most thorough possible sense. Keep things on the level or drop out. Intentional and unreported cheating will result in a permanent ban from my games. Should you make a mistake and report it, all may be forgiven.
Follow the terms of service and rules for sportsmanship and conduct, etc, etc...
If your role requires roleplaying, do your best to follow that instruction. If you need help, ask me.
If you want to be replaced, tell me.
Night actions can be sent to me ahead of time if you think you cannot be active that night.
There is at least one murderer and one neutral role. This is not a joke game.
You must vote, abstain is allowed, but there is no such thing as No Lynch. Suicide is generally NOT allowed.
Have fun, be respectful of one another, and throw yourselves into your roles.
Day One
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Day One.
The group of insane individuals came upon the bloody mess that was Askthepizzaguy's body. They knew... they just KNEW... that Askthepizzaguy, even while dead, was still guilty for the slaughter which claimed even his own life. They knew that Askthepizzaguy must have hogtied himself, plugged an IV tube into his arm, and cut himself for hours, perhaps even days. They knew that Askthepizzaguy would do this to himself, and possibly others.
And so the destruction began. They grabbed whatever they could find, and began beating the living (or in this case, dead) daylights out of the lifeless corpse of Askthepizzaguy. They tore the head off of his body, and kicked it down the hallway like a soccer ball. They rode his torso all around the mess hall like a pony. They beat each other playfully with his arms and legs, and when they were all done having fun with these toys, they set Askthepizzaguy's body ablaze, and made sure, absolutely sure, that the body would never come back to life. And when that was done, they unleashed their respective willies and let loose their bladders, and put out the flames. They congratulated each other on their brilliance, those who were coherent enough to understand, anyway. Some simply nodded and made gurgling noises.
In the giant dumpster in the back of the facility, the chewed-up, slashed, and disembodied head of Askthepizzaguy lay silently, eyes closed. The skies became dark, and it started to rain. Thunder and lightning roared and flashed in the sky.
Askthepizzaguy is still dead.
Alive: (15/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
White_Eyes:D
atheotes
Tratorix
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Iskander 3.1
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (1/16)
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Don't think that desecrating my body will help you... You'd better find the evil ones here instead of wasting precious time...
It is now night phase. I will accept your night actions now, please.
Night One
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night One
A figure with a disturbed look on his face wandered out to the back of the facility. This person peered down at Askthepizzaguy's lifeless head and smiled. It was a symbol... a reminder of atrocities past... an inspiration for atrocities to come. Carefully lifting the object out of the dumpster, the figure scurried off into the night to do some more evil deeds.
In the restrooms located in the south wing, someone had emptied all the water out of the toilets, and filled them with gasoline. After lighting a match, and spending a moment enjoying the awesome rush of ecstasy, the figure tossed it into the porcelain bowl and watched the flames expand everywhere. It was entrancing... it was hypnotic... it was passion. Reaching out a hand, the figure felt the flames lick the skin, causing delightful pain. But someone was coming, so the figure retreated out of there and let the fire continue to burn.
Later, Tratorix was wandering around the halls... he seemed to be preoccupied with something. But then he felt as though someone was following him, and he spun around. After look at the stranger's face, Tratorix knew that this night would be his last. The crazed maniac grabbed him by the throat and smashed him against the wall with one hand, choking the life out of him and causing a concussion. Tratorix tried to fend off the attacker by kicking the assailant in the groin, in the stomach, in the ribs... nothing was working. The attacker grinned and threw Tratorix to the floor. Tratorix landed on his stomach and tried to wriggle away, but the figure was immediately upon him. Kneeling on his back, and grabbing his head, he began pounding his face into the floor. A stunned and weakened Tratorix could only struggle and scream for help while the figure began carving into his back with a blade of some kind. The sicko was brutally efficient, and by the time help arrived, they found Tratorix had a large wound in his back, and his kidneys had been removed. He died shortly thereafter.
Tratorix is dead.
Alive: (14/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
White_Eyes:D
atheotes
Tratorix
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Iskander 3.1
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (2/16)
Tratorix
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Two begins now. You have until 2359 Eastern time today to post and vote. If I am missing votes, an extension will be granted.
Day Two
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Day Two
The group of mental patients shouted and screamed at one another, blaming each other for the death of Tratorix. But a patient in particular seemed to stand out, and his obsession for one of the other patients made several of them nervous. Those who had the presence of mind to have an opinion on the matter shouted their accusations, and the patient who was most accused was Iskander 3.1. The angry and insane mob advanced on him, and he slowly backed away, ducking into the mess hall. He dove behind the lunch counter and quickly thought of a plan. Ah yes... he would wear a disguise! And so, he grabbed a blood-soaked chef's hat off of one of the corpses, and pretended to cook, loudly humming to himself, while running the water in the sink and slamming kitchen utensils. This would have been much more convincing if there was power in the facility, or if there was any food left to cook, or if he had remembered that all the kitchen staff were dead and strewn about the floor right next to him.
The crowd hadn't the foggiest clue where Iskander 3.1 had run off to, but when they heard the racket he was making while trying unsuccessfully to blend in, they immediately turned the corner and saw him carving up one of the invisible turkeys. Iskander 3.1 noticed them coming, but like a toddler playing hide and seek who believes that covering his eyes will make him invisible, he tried even more desperately to get in character. He turned the gas oven on, and clattered pans on top of it, none of them filled with food of course, but these were minor details only. He also turned on the clock radio nearby on a top shelf, which the kitchen staff used to listen to while they were working. The mob of drooling, crazed psychopaths continued to walk slowly forward, some grabbing long butcher knives or huge metal serving spoons, and one grabbed a rolling pin. Iskander 3.1 was now completely surrounded, but he wisely stuck to the plan that was utterly failing, and sung along with the music and cracked a bunch of invisible eggs, and washed some invisible celery in the sink. The crowd was not impressed, and so they rushed at him, and began stabbing and beating and... rolling... him to death. (I'm afraid not all of the patients were very swift.)
Iskander 3.1 gallantly and bravely stuck to the plan, because he had no exit strategy, and he was too stubborn to admit when he was wrong. Yes, he was getting killed and he wasn't accomplishing anything, but he stuck to his gun, to the last. He went down in heroic fashion, which was sad considering the emergency exits in the kitchen were clearly marked. One of the doors was even propped open with a brick. It was a shame, but such things don't always occur to the mentally deranged. Iskander 3.1 was covered in stab wounds and had suffered many concussions, and was bleeding from the mouth, and when he realized he was going to die, he rushed toward shlin28 and gave him a great big hug and a very awkward kiss. This moment of spontaneous romance was marred only by the fact that shlin28 promptly stabbed him in the eye.
As the crowd beat him further, he stared directly at his beloved with his remaining eye, and silently whispered "I love you...", until one of the patients got the bright idea to overturn the giant metal refrigerator nearby, which landed on Iskander 3.1's head and splattered his brains across the floor.
Iskander 3.1 is dead.
Alive: (13/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
White_Eyes:D
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (3/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
Askthepizzaguy (still)
You have until 2359 Eastern tonight (Sept 19th) to send in orders. An extension may be granted, but try to get it done in less than 24 hours.
Night Two
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night Two
The Psycho held the precious item and looked at it intently. The eyes were still closed, but there was an aura of unmitigated evil coming from it. It's power was only growing stronger. More blood would be shed tonight. More souls to be condemned... more destruction to be had. The dance of death would continue... and the blood of the ignorant fools would paint a macabre landscape across the walls of the facility. This was the Psycho's legacy... what the dark figure would be remembered for, for all time... for all eternity.... The Psycho would become immortal. This caused an evil, evil laugh to escape from the Psycho's twisted lips. It would be another wonderful night indeed...
Down in the mess hall, it was too dark to see the person sneaking around. The body of Iskander 3.1 would be attracting flies soon, and already there was a trail of ants from the stormy blackness outside coming in and removing pieces of his head, a bit at a time. There was a smell of gas... the oven had been left on, but it was never lit. Most of the gas had escaped from the facility out the open door, but there was still enough for the show. The dark figure lit a match and tossed it in the direction of the ovens.... KABOOOOOOM!!!!! After the initial explosion, the dark figure was illuminated. This person could not stop staring into the awesome beauty that was the flame. It's destructive power was not only dangerous, but seductive... tranquilizing... erotic even. The mouth popped open and began to drool with delight, and the eyes relaxed and allowed the fire to scorch a pattern on the retinas. Even if the figure blinked, all that could be seen was the brilliant beauty of the flames. The dark figure stumbled out of the mess hall, still entranced by the both the delicate nature and terrible wrath of the flames' power...
White_Eyes:D was sure that someone was following him... he was absolutely sure that someone... some... thing... was out to get him. He could see the signs everywhere. Why couldn't anyone else see the signs?? First he was placed in this Tomato Institution, against his will, when he was perfectly fine... then he knew... the gods were out to get him. The terrible, invisible ones. He was nothing but an animal trapped in a cage, a rat in a maze... they were just testing him... they were going to make him break. Break I tells ya! But not only the gods, their terrible, twisted servants... the dark ones. They were simply going to torture him until he died, he knew it.... White_Eyes:D could see all, hear all... nothing escaped his gaze... well, except for the solitary figure standing behind him, wielding a bone saw, and wearing an evil grin. He felt the powerful hand grip his mouth. It was covered in filth, and blood, and it smelled like death. White_Eyes:D tried to scream, but he couldn't make a peep. Then the nightmare truly began... the saw began cutting into his neck, causing blood to spurt across the hallway. White_Eyes:D reached up and tried to pry himself free of the grip of the powerful one, but to no avail. Those arms were unnaturally strong, and they had a death grip on his head, while the saw began slicing deeper into the neck and shoulder. White_Eyes:D tried to grip the bloody cutting edge and force it off of his neck, but the horror was making his heart pump the blood out of his body even faster... his grip was weakening..... somehow, somehow, White_Eyes:D twisted himself and slipped out of the grip of the walking embodiment of death. He couldn't, wouldn't turn around to see his attacker, he simply ran down the hallway as fast as he could. As he turned the corner, he was tackled by a second person, wielding a large cutting razor. This one had a look of utter insanity in his eyes. "Pain.... torment... that is what is going to happen to you, White_Eyes...."
Of all the rotten, miserable luck. White_Eyes:D suddenly became White_Eyes:C and looked on helplessly as his second assailant began slicing up his face with razor blades. He was doomed. That is, until a large, bloody boot kicked the razor-blade wielding lunatic right in the mouth, causing his teeth to go scattering across the hallway. The razor-blade wielding lunatic was knocked unconscious, and from the blood loss, White_Eyes:C himself was starting to pass out. The last thing he saw was the hideously twisted face of his assailant leaning down. "Now, let's finish what we started, shall we? I just want to remove your brain.... this won't hurt a bit. After you're dead of course."
All White_Eyes:C could do was scream bloody murder as the large, thick boot stomped down on his chest, and the bone saw began cutting into his skull. He passed out after the first thirty seconds of the cutting, and when the rest of the mental patients found the wretched corpse of White_Eyes:C they saw that his skull had been cleanly cut open and the contents had been removed. The body had been left inside a bathtub, and it was soaking in a deep puddle of it's own blood.
White_Eyes:C is dead.
Alive: (12/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (4/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Three begins now. You will have until 2359 tonight to discuss and vote, if you don't all vote, an extension may be granted. Results PMs being sent out.
Day Three
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:(sorry for the delay... but this is how I break ties now.)
Day Three
Splitpersonality and Shlin28 were both being accused of being the killer. A circle was formed around them by the other sick patients, and they were handed weapons. Shlin28 was given an egg beater from the mess hall, and Splitpersonality was given a toilet plunger from the bathroom. Unable to escape from the ring of death until one of them was slain, the two looked upon one another with a look of insanity and murder in their eyes.
Splitpersonality charged forward with his plunger raised up high, red-faced, screaming obscenities, assaulting in the manner of a deranged lunatic, rather than a trained fighter. Shlin28 was not much better, he smashed himself in the face repeatedly with the egg beater, causing himself to bleed, and then he grinned sadistically at his advancing opponent. Split was the first to land a blow, smashing Shlin28 across the mouth with the plunger, causing blood, saliva, and toilet water to spray against the wall behind him. He simply turned back at his opponent and grinned again. Split smashed Shlin's skull several times, sending him staggering. Shlin just kept coming back for more... so Split cracked the wooden handle against his nose, breaking the plunger in two, leaving only a sharp, pointed stick in his hands. "Even better..." thought Splitpersonality. But Shlin shrieked and launched himself at his opponent, bashing Split in the teeth with the heavy object in his hands. This caught Split off-guard, and wasn't prepared for the second blow to the stomach, followed by a wide, spinning, 360 degree swing which clipped him in the temple, and knocked him to the ground. Shlin was on him immediately, bashing Split in the chest with the device, causing him to start coughing up blood. Split tried to hit Shlin in the head with the broken wooden handle, and when that didn't work, he tried stabbing him in the neck. A large gash opened up on the side of shlin's neck and jaw, which could have been fatal if it had been just a centimeter closer to the jugular vein. Shlin was momentarily stunned, but was running high on adrenaline, so he just continued to smash Split across the face, in the chest, and when Split raised his arms to cover up, he gleefully broke bones in the arm.
Split tried to roll Shlin off of him, but Shlin had him pinned down. His broken arm couldn't do much, and Shlin leaned his full weight on his knee and pressed it down on the other arm. That's when Shlin28 took the egg beaters and shoved them directly into the eyes of Splitpersonality. Each beater was lodged several inches deep inside Split's skull, and he cried out in pain. Shlin28 grabbed the crank and began spinning the mixers. Shlin pushed down as hard as he could, and the egg beaters went directly into Split's brain, until Splitpersonality's brain became nothing more than scrambled eggs. Needless to say, it was a grotesque scene. But the nutcases standing around watching this horrifying atrocity began to clap wildly, and Shlin28 stood up, and took a bloody bow. A voice in the crowd suggested he'd actually prefer his brains sunny side up.
Splitpersonality was killed.
Alive: (11/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (5/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Askthepizzaguy (still)
I can accept night actions for the next 24 hours, and again I apologize for the delay. Night Three begins now. Remember, you can send in night actions ahead of time.
Night Three
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night Three
The Psycho grinned. Tonight there would be more destruction, so the Psycho turned on the radio and listened to the appropriate tunes for such an occasion. The object was glowing, giving off radiating waves of evil. All the foolish ones here would succumb to the will of the Dark One... there was nothing they could do to stop it... it was already too late! Too late for the foolish ones! BWAHAHAHAHAA!!!! NOW THEY ALL WOULD DIE!!! Soon they all would die for the God of Destruction.
The fire in the bathroom facilities didn't spread very far due to the sprinkler system, and the lack of flammable objects nearby. But the continued gas leak in the mess hall kept the fires there raging, and the open door provided more oxygen for the flames. The flames would dance... and dance... until all was consumed by fire. Elsewhere in the facility, someone was pouring gasoline out of the lawnmower, which was kept in the groundskeeper's storage room. Happily cackling at what was about to unfold, the figure shrouded in darkness lit some oily rags and tossed them into the mess. Another fire was set... and again, the figure was placed into a hypnotic trance. More fire.... fire fire fire fire fire!!!!
In the south wing, something else was happening. Cultured Drizzt Fan was being stalked by someone... but who knows who that could be? Why it could be anyone... anyone... even the United States Government, headed by President Millard Fillmore and his legion of cracker-jack lovers! Yes, they were coming to steal his magic bag, the bag which contained all the important secrets! But even worse, they knew the code words to open it, they were going to perform the ritual! They were going to force Cultured Drizzt Fan to eat powdered milk until he exploded, THAT was their nefarious plan! But they couldn't, they wouldn't dare... not when he still had his talisman which contained the spirit of the thirty-seven space aliens who died inside his toilet! No, their will, their spirit sustained him, and they would protect him, even if they WERE aligned with the Evil Polar Bears. No one could have predicted what would happen next, you see... while YOU were out shopping, I did all the dishes, and YOU never thank me for that! Hmmm? Hmmm??? You lied to me when you said it was all over, all over between you and the water spigot! I know what you and that water spigot have been up to, yes, and ALL your cheese-laden friends, you can all pack your bags and fly to Amsterdam, and I do hope you're happy with yourself! But I certainly can't allow you and the underwear gnomes to gain access to the sword of destiny, I have hidden it safely in my bowel, where NO ONE, not even the mice that live in my brain, can reach it! Just try getting it now! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!
Cultured Drizzt Fan was just a little bit too insane to even notice the powerful figure who had cut open his stomach with a butcher's knife and started ripping out all his innards. But he laughed through all the pain, yes, he laughed and laughed and laughed.... the evil one who had stolen his vital organs just left him there in a bloody pool.
Cultured Drizzt Fan was killed.
Alive: (10/16)
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (6/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Four begins now. You have until 2359 tonight to post and vote, with the usual extension if you don't. But don't deliberately extend the round, please.
Day Four
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Day Four
Sasaki Kojiro wandered through the halls, his eyes darting back and forth suspiciously. He looked down the hallway and he saw a group of mentally deranged people approaching from the north, and turned around to see a second group approaching from the south. Surrounded, Sasaki did the only thing that he could do... he turned around and ran down the hallway screaming like Macaulay Culkin. When he reached the murderous lynch mob, he screamed and ran down the hallway in the opposite direction. Meeting the crazy people in that direction, he turned around again. When they surrounded him, he simply ran around in a circle screaming his head off. He kept pointing at various people.
"Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! You're all guilty! All guilty I tells ya! Every one of you is plotting against me! And I have proof, yes! Look at yourselves! Look, you're going to kill me! I can prove it!" Sasaki ran up to the first person, and grabbed the metal pipe out of his hands. "Look! You're going to beat the living daylights out of me!" Sasaki started beating himself in the head. Then he ran up to the one with a knife. "You were going to stab me with it! You WERE don't even try to deny it!" Sasaki stabbed himself repeatedly with the knife, then he grabbed the razor blades. "I knew you were going to use these to slice me to pieces yes! Watch what you were going to do to me!!!!" Sasaki began cutting himself all over. "Hahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!! And you, you think you were going to lance me with this sharpened mop handle! Watch, watch and see your evil crimes!!!"
Sasaki started sprinting down the hallway, straight toward the wall. He jammed the end of the mop against the corner where the floor meets the wall, and let go of the mop handle with both hands, and fell forward. In doing so, he impaled himself and it went straight through his eye and into his brain. He kept falling forward until the mop handle poked through the back of his skull. He hung there for several moments, propped up by the wooden handle and the wall itself, swaying slightly.
The group stood there watching the spectacle. Some of the less articulate patients simply drooled, and a few grinned and applauded while mouthing nonsense syllables.
Sasaki Kojiro was killed.
Alive: (9/16)
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
Beskar
Dead: (7/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Orders to me by 2359 tonight (25th Sept.) eastern time, please. Night Four begins now.
Night Four
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night Four
The Psycho was lost in... evil thoughts... and looked into the lifeless, soulless eyes of object. It was staring right back, as if conveying a message of vengeance. "Worry not, fallen one. I will bring destruction upon them, and you will watch. Watch and see!" thought the Psycho. The object was set down upon the floor, where it continued to send out waves of purely evil, sick, psychotic energy. "They will all meet their painful end..." The Psycho laughed maniacally.
The entire south wing of the facility was engulfed in flame. A narrow corridor connected the two halves of the facility, and the uninhabitable parts had been abandoned. The fire was spreading, slowly.... too slowly, in fact... and so the dark figure began pouring oil down the corridor, toward the flame... the slick was one long connected spill, and it would allow the fire to dance... dance.... dance toward the others. Dance, my precious flames, dance. Everything burns... everything dies...
On the north end of the facility, shlin28 was stalking someone with the razor blade in hand. Yes, yes.... more delightful pain and torment would be unleashed. The pig would be tied to a hospital bed and it would bleed... and bleed. Such delightful pain. But from behind, shlin28 himself was the victim of an attacker... one with powerful hands that gripped him by the neck, and lifted him up, choking the life out of him. A sudden movement, and shlin28 was tossed against the brick wall, causing him to drop his weapon. When he looked up, he could see a figure, but it was very blurry. Next he saw the large boot swinging toward his face... he quickly was knocked unconscious. A merciful end for this one didn't seem fitting, though... so the sicko took a long knife and cut out shlin28's tongue, and the took a metal spoon and carved the eyes right out of his skull. The brutality continued, and shlin28 quickly died, and his lifeless corpse was carved up like a turkey. The remains were tossed in the bathtub, with the others... the giant tub of blood was nearly full. Another fresh victim.... another task complete.
shlin28 was killed.
Alive: (8/16)
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
Beskar
Dead: (8/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Five begins now. Please vote by 2359 on the 26th of September, Eastern USA time, you have 24 hours.
Day Five
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Day Five:
A1_Unit watched as the survivors advanced on him. The massive man was wearing a hospital mask, and wielding a large knife. He was covered in blood. They were coming for him... and they were carrying large weapons with which to take him down. The man grinned under his mask, and knew that his time had come, to sacrifice himself for the God of Destruction. The pigs... all of them... would meet their fate.
He charged straight into the group of seven, and lifted Elite Ferret with one hand and slammed him into the wall. With unnatural strength, he shoved Beskar to the ground, causing him to skid down the hallway. Twisting, he met the rolling pin as it was heading for his head, and knocked it out of his attacker's hands. Then a roundhouse kick to the head sent DisgruntledGoat into the metal drinking fountain, knocking him out. He stabbed Taka, impaling him in the shoulder, and landed a fist in the face of atheotes. He grabbed Diana Abnoba and began strangling her. Slashandburn took a metal chair and planted it against A1_unit's head, to no effect. With his other hand, A1_unit grabbed Slashandburn and slammed him into Diana, sending them both to the floor. He began kicking them mercilessly with his steel-toed boots, right to the chest and face. All the puny ones would face their end, it was inevitable. None escape the wrath of the God of Destruction.
A solid metal pipe landed hard against A1_unit's head, cracking his skull. An ordinary man would be dead, or at the very least, down on the floor. Another used a broken mop handle and shattered A1_Unit's jaw. The rolling pin landed against his temple, and A1_Unit dropped the knife. Someone grabbed it and began stabbing him in the back, and slashed at his neck. Beskar grabbed the floor buffer from the equipment closet and put it in neutral, and started rolling the heavy machine down the hall. The others were still beating A1_Unit, who was still fighting back. At the last minute, the others jumped out of the path of the moving floor buffer, which Beskar had pushed from a slow roll into a sprint, letting go of the machine and watching it careen toward A1_Unit at full speed. The machine had to weigh at least 500 pounds. A1_Unit could not roll out of the way in time, and the machine knocked him to the floor and sent him skidding into the wall, where his head was smashed between the brick and the floor buffer. The sickening crunch and pooling blood could only mean that A1_Unit was dead.
A1_Unit was killed.
Alive: (7/16)
Taka
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
Beskar
Dead: (9/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
A1_Unit
Askthepizzaguy (still)
I need night actions from you in the next 24 hours, please. Round ends at 2359, Sept 28, Eastern US time.
Night Five
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night Five
This is my last dance with you
This is my only chance to do all I can do
To let you know that what I feel for you is real
-Allure
The Psycho laughed and laughed, for the dawn of destruction was coming. The organs had been gathered, the basin filled with blood, and the ritual was nearly complete. The God of Destruction would rise... and the foolish ones would pay for what they have done. There would be no mercy, only death... only destruction and pain. The pigs would be slaughtered, and there would be nothing left of them. NOTHING LEFT OF THEM!!! The Psycho held the lifeless head in hand, staring at it intently, and felt the evil come.
The dark figure was also laughing... most of the Tomato Institute was engulfed in flames. Another fire... yes... more fire. Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire. Several cans of WD-40 were taken from the maintenence closet and set in the oil slick, which led all the way to the southern wing, which was on fire. This dark figure watched as the flames spread down the hall, toward the pool of oil and the cans. This was going to be big. The arsonist scampered off into the night, and listened to the gigantic kaboom. Now the northern end of the facility would be consumed with flame... everything burns. Everything... burns.
Elite Ferret was walking down the hall, wielding a metal pipe, looking for someone. Someone was looking for him, too. This creature was looking forward to tearing the Ferret apart, twisting off his little legs and tiny hands, and crushing his little head underfoot. The carnage happened too quickly... the figure grabbed the metal pipe out of Ferret's hand, from behind, and then stabbed the Ferret repeatedly. Then the creature began beating the Ferret with the metal pipe, beating him down, down, into the ground. When this was done, the creature slowly cut off Elite Ferret's arms and legs, and tore his head clean off of his body, and began snapping his ribs off. He gathered the various bones and carried them away...
Elite Ferret was killed.
In the Tomato Institute's attic cathedral, a lone figure waited...
Alive: (6/16)
Taka
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Beskar
Dead: (10/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
A1_Unit
Elite Ferret
Askthepizzaguy (still)
I need all votes in by 2359 tonight, Sept 29th, Eastern US time.
Day Six
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Beskar and Slashandburn were both equally suspected by the remaining mental patients. Now, the two men were pushed into the center of the rec room, where they would do battle to the death. several pool tables and card tables were overturned to form a makeshift ring around the contestants. Slashandburn prepared for the battle by pouring gasoline all around the ring itself, chuckling to himself. Beskar prepared for battle with silent meditation, and then grabbed a metal crutch and entered the ring. Slashandburn grabbed some newspaper off of a nearby shelf and wrapped it around something, and then set the end of the paper on fire. NOW IT WAS ON!!!
Beskar approached the dark figure, and began swinging the metal crutch at his opponent. Slashandburn ducked the attack, and began beating Beskar with the rolled-up flaming newspaper. It hurt a lot more than Beskar expected, and he swung the crutch against Slashandburn's face, busting his lip open in retaliation. Slash swung the flaming roll against Beskar's leg, and it left a huge bleeding cut as well as second-degree burns. Beskar smashed his weapon against his opponent's, hoping to knock it out of Slash's hands, or put out the flame. The metallic clanging noise was unexpected... there was something inside the newspaper, something hard and sharp. Slash swung the weapon at his opponent, and the flaming bits of ash and newspaper went flying into Beskar's eyes, causing him to stumble backwards. Slash's true weapon, a short sword, was hidden underneath, and he charged Beskar with it, slashing him in the chest and in his weapon-bearing hand. Beskar dropped the crutch and fell backwards into the card table behind him, the flaming newspaper setting ablaze the ring of gasoline. Beskar screamed in pain as he was engulfed in flames. He got up quickly, and saw Slashandburn swinging his flaming sword, which slashed open Beskar's throat.
An ordinary man would have called it quits right about now, but Beskar was no ordinary man. Even as his throat was gushing blood, and his body was on fire, Beskar tackled Slashandburn and began headbutting the man senseless, crashing his skull repeatedly into the face of his attacker, spraying blood and breaking bones in the process. He began choking Slash, and the flames from Beskar's body began to burn Slash himself. But Slashandburn grabbed Beskar in the crotch, and twisted the Beskar family jewels until they turned different colors, and then rolled Beskar onto his back and into the ring of fire. From there, Slash could reach the metal crutch that Beskar dropped, and used it to force Beskar's head down against the floor, where his entire head was set on fire, as his throat gushed blood. A horrifying, ghastly scream was heard, as Beskar thrashed and fought back. He punched Slashandburn in the face, knocking S&b off of him. Beskar was being incinerated alive, but he just kept on fighting. He got up and advanced on Slashandburn with the metal crutch. Slash grabbed his short sword and whipped it at his opponent, who tried to deflect it but he couldn't see, as his eyes had been melted shut. The sword impaled Beskar in the stomach and knocked him onto his back. Beskar dropped his weapon. Slashandburn drooled for a moment as he watched the sweet, sweet fire consume his opponent. It was magical, and hypnotic. But Slash knew he had to finish the deed, so he charged toward Beskar and jumped on top of his flaming body, and withdrew the sword. Now, Slashandburn would begin stabbing Beskar over and over and over, as an inhuman roar escaped from the dying Beskar's lips.
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Beskar shoved the now-burning Slashandburn off of his body, and stood up once more... his body was now nothing more than a smoldering hunk of bones and ash.
With supernatural power, he summoned up a demonic weapon and prepared to annihilate everyone.
Beskar: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!Day Six (continued)
The floor was shaking, because of the power unleashed by the Psycho.... he was a servant of the God of Destruction... and now they would all feel his wrath. The pigs, the pigs, the pigs would all pay for their foolish acts of defiance. The structure of the entire north wing of the facility was buckling under the stress of the tremors, and the warping of the supports due to the raging inferno. The ceiling above Beskar began to give way, and it collapsed upon the supernatural form.
This creature of terrifying power simply did not have the strength to continue... the Ritual of Destruction was still incomplete.... he was unable to personally summon the God of Destruction.
Now, underneath a ton of twisted metal and flaming debris, the Psycho, Beskar, met his unmerciful end.
Beskar was destroyed.
Alive: (5/16)
Taka
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Dead: (11/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
A1_Unit
Elite Ferret
Beskar
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Final orders for night Six to me please. The game is still going.
Night Six
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Night Six
Down with the Sickness by Disturbed
(censored version... but feel free to find the good version on YouTube)
Taka wandered through the halls, feeling lost and disheartened. Suddenly he stopped, and he looked up. The foul beast snorted at him, and grabbed him by the throat. Taka's psychosis caused him to see things that weren't there... or were they? The foul beast had the appearance of the devil himself. Behind him roared the flames which had almost totally consumed the Tomato Institute. His eyes were burning brightly, and his voice was demonic.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF MY MASTER!!!" Taka squealed in pain as the life was choked out of him. "YOU WON'T DIE THAT EASY, LITTLE PIGGY..."
The demonic figure dragged Taka down the burning hallway, to the room at the far northwest corner of the facility. Inside was a giant bathtub filled with blood and floating organs, and the severed limbs and scattered bones. Over on the table was a huge supply of human blood, and medical equipment, and what looked to be needles filled with drugs. The foul creature twisted Taka's arm behind his back and slammed his head down on the table. Then he injected Taka with something, and began to tie him up and tie off each limb very tightly. Taka screamed out for help, but no one was left alive anywhere near this wing of the facility. As each tourniquet was tied around his limbs, Taka looked around for anything that might be used to save him... and over in the corner, he saw it... a chainsaw, plugged into the wall. He tried to escape the grip of his captor, so he ducked low to the ground and rolled away. Just a few more feet.... He got up and tried to move to the corner, but he was tripped up by the tourniquet that was tied to his leg, and pulled backwards by his captor.
"Oh don't worry, you'll be seeing him shortly, puny one."
The demonic man started kicking Taka in the face, and Taka started to pass out. Then his limbs were tied to several posts that were stuck in the floor, spread eagle. He was somewhat aware that the man had left him be and went to get the chainsaw. He heard the terrible machine roar to life, and looked up just in time to see that the saw was being lowered onto his limbs, one at a time. The pain was unbearable... and when his limbs were removed, the evil one cackled some more and started to saw through Taka's torso. After this, Taka blacked out and mercifully felt no more.
Taka was killed.
More to come...Night Six- Continued.
Andy could bear no more of this. His spirit had awakened, and it was time to unleash the fury of the God of Death upon the evil one.
He descended from the attic cathedral in a blaze of brilliant light. In his new form, Andy had been reborn into the one called "atheotes". After his possession in the Crusty Asylum for the criminally interesting several months ago, Andy had been forced to commit terrible crimes. He was a slave to the God of Desire. But he died while trying to fight off that demon, and his soul was freed. Determined to put a stop to the evils that plagued the minds of men, Andy inhabited the body of atheotes. And now, another Demon was running lose, a servant of the God of Destruction, perhaps.... but this one was clearly inhabited by the God of Fire.
Andy met the creature in the collapsing structure of the Tomato Institute, and he was prepared to unleash the fury of true justice upon the demon.
Atheotes: Death comes to us all, evil one....
Atheotes pressed the button, and the C4 explosives strapped to his chest detonated, immediately causing a massive explosion which consumed both him and his target, the God of Fire, slashandburn.
KABOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Alive: (2/16)
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Dead: (14/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
A1_Unit
Elite Ferret
Beskar
Taka
atheotes
slashandburn
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Night Six has ended. Day Seven writeup begins.
Final Day
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Day Seven
The two survivors of the horror of the Tomato Institute Massacre crawled from the burning wreckage, and saw that the storms had dissipated. The sun was shining once again. The smoldering inferno behind them surely consumed whatever was left of the evil ones.
Diana Abnoba: Outside! Germs! Unclean! Dirt everywhere! Must wash hands... must.... wash... hands.
DisgruntledGoat: Calm yourself down, Diana. It's better to be out here than in there... *he pointed at the fire billowing out of the Tomato Institute.*
Diana Abnoba: Those evil ones were icky. They made messes of blood everywhere. Too much messes to clean. So filthy.
DisgruntledGoat: Now we just need to find some way of getting to safety. If only we had a radio transmitter, we might be able to call for help.
Diana Abnoba: That cloud of smoke is dirty. Surely someone will come to clean it up.
DisgruntledGoat: That's true. Perhaps the smoke itself will get someone's attention.
Somewhere off in the distance, there was the sound of a rescue helicopter.
Diana Abnoba: We're saved! Now we can get all clean.... wash ourselves five times. Yes, five times.
DisgruntledGoat: I wouldn't mind getting all this filth off of me, either. I'm covered in it.
Diana Abnoba: You're a dirty, filthy man, DisgruntledGoat.
DisgruntledGoat: Yes...
Survivors: (2)
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoatDay Seven (continued)
Helicopter Pilot: How on earth did you survive that huge fire?
DisgruntledGoat: Pure luck, I suppose. I managed to crawl out of the facility just in time.
Helicopter Medic: Are you ready to take off?
DisgruntledGoat: Almost. There's another survivor, she wandered off into the woods... she said she wanted to find a stream to wash herself off in. Can you help me find her?
Helicopter Pilot and Medic: Sure!
DisgruntledGoat: I believe she went in that direction, northwest I think.
The three men began their systematic search of the forest. They came upon a clearing, where they found the body of Diana Abnoba.
Helicopter Medic: *checks* It seems she didn't make it. She looks like she died from blood loss, but I can't find the wound...
DisgruntledGoat: I'll help you roll her over. Give me a hand, pilot?
Helicopter Pilot: Sure thing.
Helicopter Medic: *gasps* It appears that she's been stabbed repeatedly in the back.
DisgruntledGoat: Yes. I think I know who did it, too.
Helicopter Pilot: Who?
DisgruntledGoat: ME.
DisgruntledGoat removed the butcher's knife from his back pocket and stabbed the Helicopter Medic to death, and then advanced on the Pilot, who began to run away. He was chased into a dead end, a clearing at the side of a sheer rock face, where all kinds of satanic symbolism was painted in blood on the rock wall. There were corpses strewn about everywhere, and a large stone slab, upon which was placed the various bones and organs of the victims of this atrocity. At the very end of the slab, was Askthepizzaguy's severed head.
DisgruntledGoat: Time to complete the ritual of Destruction....
Helicopter Pilot: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
________________
The bodies of the fallen victims were assembled, and the still-beating heart of the Helicopter Pilot was placed inside the Frankenstein-like monster.
DisgruntledGoat: Arise, my master.
Askthepizzaguy: Ghhhuuuooooooo...... I have returned.
Askthepizzaguy: You have done well, my faithful servant. You, and Beskar, and A1_Unit will all serve in my glorious army of darkness and destruction.
DisgruntledGoat: Yes, my master.
Askthepizzaguy: As a reward for your brutal massacre of the innocent, you will be transformed into Godhood.... you are now the God of Consumption.
DisgruntledGoat: Muhahahahahhaa!!!
Go forth, wretched cannibal, and feast upon the weak ones... destroy them all!!!
Winners:
Beskar: The Psycho
A1_unit: First Disciple
DisgruntledGoat: Second Disciple
Survivor: (1)
DisgruntledGoat
Dead: (14)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Sasaki Kojiro
shlin28
A1_Unit
Elite Ferret
Beskar
Taka
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
Congratulations, winners! What a game! I cannot wait to reveal everyone's role and what happened behind the scenes. Please give me some time to do a game summary.
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