Post by RoOsh on May 10, 2008 1:43:52 GMT -5
NIght 9 Arkham Asylum: 0559 hours
NAF listened frantically at his door, waiting for his henchmen to deliver him the news of what they've learned during the Night. He'd been pacing all night, waiting to hear from them.....
NAF checked his pocket watch once again, squawking to himself WAUGH! It's past 6am, and they're still not here! He sighs and goes back to his desk- a delightful little room to call his own, as the Head of the Asylum Guards no longer was going to be using this room. It had been a perfect hide out for him these last long days in Arkham. He had been able to cobble together his plans for not only world domination, but even his own evil plans for the Masons! Yes, our dear NAF wasn't just any old bird from around the block- he was the Penguin by god! The most lethal and cunning seabird to swim the seven seas! WAHG-HA-HA-HA!
Yes, he had plans for his innocent little Masons- why once the Bats was gone, this Asylum would be slim pickings for a unified cohesive group. All it would take would be a little manipulation, a few words here, a few words there- and soon HE Would Rule the Roost! Ah... the sweet smell of Victory- it was so close.... If only those damned foolish minions would show up already! Stupid Pirates! He should have sprung for better lackeys- but good help was hard to find around these parts, and Dehydrated Pirates concealed well on a person....
A brisk knocking at the Door signaled that his messengers were here, and interrupted his thoughts. The Penguin shook his head impatiently, and quickly went to read the message left for him.
Arkham Asylum: 0645 hours:
WAUGH!
That cry of anguish called alarm to the others, and each of them rushed up to the Penguin's quarters from their own rooms across the Asylum grounds.
Rysto was the first to arrive "Oh... Oh boy..."
"What is it" asked Darth Sensitive peering into the room.
Rysto just pointed to the large man laying across his cracked desk, the Penguin lay there bound and
"The poor boy never had a chance" said Sinjin, coming closer to the unconscious Villain. "But wait, what's this?"
Sinjin held up papers stuffed into the Penguin's mouth, and Darth quickly grabbed it and began to read. "Oh... oh wow. Looks our fowl friend here was playing both sides of the field..... These are his evil plans for the Pirates- apparently The Penguin was going to use those bumbling pirates against us Villains if he had his way!"
"What!" cried out Rysto, grabbing the papers incredulously. "Whoa! It's all here, he was totally going to use them against us! That Two-Faced gastard!"
"Actually, Two Face was gone quite a few Days ago" helpfully pointed out Sinjin. "But it looks like this was the work of the Penguin alone- it looks like he had planned this coup to take over the Coop from the very beginning all by himself! So at least, we can know the Pirates weren't smart enough to try this against us...."
"Wait a second, where is that final Rehydrated Dehydrated buccaneer right now?" asked Darth.
"Huh.... I didn't see him leave his room this morning." repliedSinjin.
"Quick! Let's go see what's happened!" cried Rysto, rushing out of the office with the others in tow.
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"Ooooh... my head....Sinjin? Is that you? Rysto? NAF? Story? Darth? Anyone?" moaned a voice from the main hall. The three villains all discovered poor Molefan laying on the floor with a large Batarang next to him, and a bloody gash on the back of his head.
"Moley! What's going on?"
"Uh? Huh? Whazzat? Who? Who said that? Izzat you Hoopy?"
cried out a very dazed and confused Molefan.
"Good God, man! Get a hold of yourself! How many fingers am I holding up?" asked Darth, putting up a single finger (Hey, what do you expect from a Villain?)
"Wha? No more Riddlers! No more! Forty Two?" cried out Molefan.
"Bah! He's useless to us toDay!" said Rysto. "There's no way this man can be trusted to make a Sane and rational Vote!"
"Or even an insane one, he's just babbling on and on" pointed out Sinjin helpfully.
Just then the clock struck 7am, and began to chime out each of the hours already passed. If we were to look outside, we'd see the Sun was glaring bright up into the sky already having started its Day, the birds were out and chirping about, the green force field generators humming serenly outside of Arkham.
But inside the Asylum, in the Rehabilitation room sat four figures staring intently and suspiciously at one another. Silently Judging the person to the left and right of them. There were only four of them alive, and only 3 would last into the Night. They all knew the stakes.
This was the start of Day X: Arkham Knights.
NAF AKA The Penguin, a Baddie Mason Chief who was secretly playing for keeps has been put down by Batman.
Molefan has been struck by the Batarang, and deemed too Incompetent to Vote by his Peers.
This Day will end with when a Lynching Majority against a person has lasted for more than 24 hours.
It takes 2 to Lynch.
If No Lynch Choice is offered by Friday 6pm, then Whoever has one vote gets lynched.
Or in the case of a Tie, Dio's Choice.
Good Luck to you Final Four.