Post by Pollux Oil on Nov 1, 2012 14:52:12 GMT -5
In the morning, music begins to be blasted over the speakers, specifically "Ride of the Valkyries." More specifically, it's Pollux singing it horribly off-tune, which makes everyone get up extra quickly. They shamble in to the main room, where they see Pollux in front of a karaoke machine, singing terribly into the microphone. Of course, Ride of the Valkyries doesn't have any words, so you can only imagine what it sounds like.
After everybody has gathered, Pollux switches off the karaoke machine. "The Gastards are just torturing me now. I hate karaoke." He leans into the camera, adjusting it so they can more clearly see his face. "It's the seventh day of this madness. What's taking you guys so long? I didn't expect to be tortured for this long!" He wags his finger at his audience. "Shame on you! Anyway, go check on your dead. You know there are some." The camera blinks off.
After their routine head count, as one the group shambles to the first missing person's room. As they get close, they hear laughter. Curious, the door is pried open. Unfortunately, the scene that unfolds in front of them is anything but funny. Rich Beckman is lying face down on the floor, a large, metallic boomerang sticking out of his back. The boomerang is painted in multiple colors, and the laughter you hear is being played out of a speaker in the boomerang. A one of the group gets close, the boomerang lets out a hiss...and sprays confetti all over the room. A quick search of the sticky, confetti covered room leads to the discovery that Rich Beckman wasn't who he claimed he was, and also had ill intentions.
Rich Beckman, aka the Master of the Deck of Dragons (Third-Party Hostile Special), is quite dead, although now he's also covered in confetti. Woo!
The group then turns to investigate the other missing person. They had given out information freely and had been regarded as a very helpful member of society. Apparently, someone didn't think so. Red Skeezix lay in his bed, eyes wide open, cuts and slices all over his body, including a slit throat. Upon viewing, his body started to shimmer and change...into something a little less human. There were a few gasps.
Red Skeezix, aka Death of Rats (Third-Party Hostile Investigator), has gone on to the great cheese wheel in the sky.
Before the group could get over their shock at the helpful member's bad intentions, another shock reverberated through the group. "Hey-o!!" Everyone jumped as peekercpa, alive and well, had reappeared in the middle of their group. "What'd I miss?" The group sighs as a whole, as they were honestly kind of expecting this.
But that wasn't the end to the shocks of that morning. After everyone poked and prodded at peekercpa's body, confirming that yes, he was alive, somebody noticed something. One of the crew that had been there this morning was now gone. "Where'd Merestil Haye go?" They went to his room. Nothing. They checked the main room. Nothing. A loud clanking noise got their attention. "It's coming from the airlock!"
The group rushed to the airlock, only to discover there was a miniature spaceship in it. Somehow, over the course of the game, Merestil Haye had gathered enough parts to build a small spaceship that worked. Half-in the spaceship, he waved to the group who were watching incredulously from the other side of the airlock door. "Sorry, everyone, but I'm not staying here any longer than I have to!" With another wave, he climbed into the spaceship and closed the door. After the klaxons blared, the airlock opened and the spaceship blasted off, flying far, far away from the space station.
Merestil Haye, aka The Mercenary (Third-Party Nonhostile Mercenary), has achieved his win condition and has left the building.
The Mercenary, a staple of their time so far on the space station, was gone. The group wasn't sure how they felt about that. And yet...the surprises weren't over. As the group gathered in the main room, CometotheDarkSideWeHaveCookies took on a serene smile. She stepped forward, opening her arms to the group. "My work here is done. I have promoted peace, love, and cherishing, despite the worst circumstances. You all, I love you all." As Cookies finishes, patricia steps up alongside her. She smiles and takes Cookies' hand. With a nod, the two begin to float up with an angelic light surrounding them. Then there's a sudden flash...and they too, are gone.
Peacekeepers have achieved their win condition!
CometotheDarkSideWeHaveCookies, aka an Ascetic Monk (Third-Party Nonhostile Lightning Rod), a Peacekeeper
and
patricia, aka Alice (Third-Party Nonhostile One-Shot Roleblocker), a Peacekeeper
have left the game, peacefully.
The crowd begins to shuffle their feet. Some of those with their own agendas had finally finished them, leaving an even smaller group behind. What would the day bring?
---
peekercpa is alive!
The Mercenary has left. Bidding for the Mercenary is no longer available.
Everyone only has one vote now that the Mercenary has left.
Day will end Tuesday, November 6, at 2 PM EST.
After everybody has gathered, Pollux switches off the karaoke machine. "The Gastards are just torturing me now. I hate karaoke." He leans into the camera, adjusting it so they can more clearly see his face. "It's the seventh day of this madness. What's taking you guys so long? I didn't expect to be tortured for this long!" He wags his finger at his audience. "Shame on you! Anyway, go check on your dead. You know there are some." The camera blinks off.
After their routine head count, as one the group shambles to the first missing person's room. As they get close, they hear laughter. Curious, the door is pried open. Unfortunately, the scene that unfolds in front of them is anything but funny. Rich Beckman is lying face down on the floor, a large, metallic boomerang sticking out of his back. The boomerang is painted in multiple colors, and the laughter you hear is being played out of a speaker in the boomerang. A one of the group gets close, the boomerang lets out a hiss...and sprays confetti all over the room. A quick search of the sticky, confetti covered room leads to the discovery that Rich Beckman wasn't who he claimed he was, and also had ill intentions.
Rich Beckman, aka the Master of the Deck of Dragons (Third-Party Hostile Special), is quite dead, although now he's also covered in confetti. Woo!
The group then turns to investigate the other missing person. They had given out information freely and had been regarded as a very helpful member of society. Apparently, someone didn't think so. Red Skeezix lay in his bed, eyes wide open, cuts and slices all over his body, including a slit throat. Upon viewing, his body started to shimmer and change...into something a little less human. There were a few gasps.
Red Skeezix, aka Death of Rats (Third-Party Hostile Investigator), has gone on to the great cheese wheel in the sky.
Before the group could get over their shock at the helpful member's bad intentions, another shock reverberated through the group. "Hey-o!!" Everyone jumped as peekercpa, alive and well, had reappeared in the middle of their group. "What'd I miss?" The group sighs as a whole, as they were honestly kind of expecting this.
But that wasn't the end to the shocks of that morning. After everyone poked and prodded at peekercpa's body, confirming that yes, he was alive, somebody noticed something. One of the crew that had been there this morning was now gone. "Where'd Merestil Haye go?" They went to his room. Nothing. They checked the main room. Nothing. A loud clanking noise got their attention. "It's coming from the airlock!"
The group rushed to the airlock, only to discover there was a miniature spaceship in it. Somehow, over the course of the game, Merestil Haye had gathered enough parts to build a small spaceship that worked. Half-in the spaceship, he waved to the group who were watching incredulously from the other side of the airlock door. "Sorry, everyone, but I'm not staying here any longer than I have to!" With another wave, he climbed into the spaceship and closed the door. After the klaxons blared, the airlock opened and the spaceship blasted off, flying far, far away from the space station.
Merestil Haye, aka The Mercenary (Third-Party Nonhostile Mercenary), has achieved his win condition and has left the building.
The Mercenary, a staple of their time so far on the space station, was gone. The group wasn't sure how they felt about that. And yet...the surprises weren't over. As the group gathered in the main room, CometotheDarkSideWeHaveCookies took on a serene smile. She stepped forward, opening her arms to the group. "My work here is done. I have promoted peace, love, and cherishing, despite the worst circumstances. You all, I love you all." As Cookies finishes, patricia steps up alongside her. She smiles and takes Cookies' hand. With a nod, the two begin to float up with an angelic light surrounding them. Then there's a sudden flash...and they too, are gone.
Peacekeepers have achieved their win condition!
CometotheDarkSideWeHaveCookies, aka an Ascetic Monk (Third-Party Nonhostile Lightning Rod), a Peacekeeper
and
patricia, aka Alice (Third-Party Nonhostile One-Shot Roleblocker), a Peacekeeper
have left the game, peacefully.
The crowd begins to shuffle their feet. Some of those with their own agendas had finally finished them, leaving an even smaller group behind. What would the day bring?
---
peekercpa is alive!
The Mercenary has left. Bidding for the Mercenary is no longer available.
Everyone only has one vote now that the Mercenary has left.
Day will end Tuesday, November 6, at 2 PM EST.