Post by storyteller0910 on Sept 25, 2008 8:38:30 GMT -5
DAY ONE HAS ENDED
IT IS A CURIOUS FACT ABOUT HUMANS, MUTANTS AND NONMUTANTS ALIKE: NO MATTER HOW MUCH A BIT OF JUDICIOUS DISCRETION MAY IMPROVE THEIR CHANCES OF SURVIVAL, THEIR TRUE NATURES WILL ALWAYS OUT.
The madness of the human disguised here as molefan1981 was as plain as day to Uatu from the moment he arrived on Skrull Planet. Unlike many others of the assembly, he had no great power on which to draw; he had only his vast and demented intellect. Having attempted at one time or another to kill most of those present, sometimes many times over, he knew he would naturally be a subject of no small suspicion if he were discovered. So he hatched a cunning plan: he would , pre-emptively, reveal the truth – as much of it as his madness would allow – and trust in the just and forgiving nature of his one-time enemies.
That’s why it came as such a surprise when they killed him.
The means of execution, when the moment came, was the subject of some discussion among the mob. Virtually all of them had powers that could kill an ordinary man like molefan1981 in a heartbeat, but none was willing to make the public demonstration of power required to do this. There were a great many mysterious devices scattered about Skrull Planet, including what might have been an old electric chair, with the words DBI Forever mysteriously etched on the back, but none trusted their technical acumen enough to use them. Beheading was considered, but rejected when no one could find a suitable axe.
Finally, around 8:31PM Earth Eastern Standard Time, they just threw him off a handy cliff.
molefan’s shrieky protestations of innocence continued, in rapidly increasing pitch, for about six seconds, then terminated abruptly. The assembly wasted little time in locating the tiny corner of Skrull Planet where he had been making his home, and smashing down the door.
Inside, they found a strange combination of wonderland and nightmare. A great many strange objects were strewn about: an old popcorn machine, oversized children’s building blocks, a strange top hat, and, yes, three red-and-yellow lollipops. A few brave souls picked up some of the odd little toys, turning them over and hoping to discern their purpose. After a moment, they were startled by a high, thin, reedy voice - the voice of molefan1981! – coming from a disturbing clown puppet propped in a corner.
Bah! It shouted. Bah, I say, and hah as well! They won’t work without me. he voice took on a singsong quality. You killed me, so you don’t get to play with any of my toys. Nyah hah. I thought we could let bygones be writing desks, or however that saying goes, but you big scary mutants were afraid of a few delicious lollipops, so here we are. Well, here YOU are! I’m DEAD. So at least the HORSEMEN WON’T KILL ME!!!!”
The clown puppet began to laugh then, a constant delirious laugh that went on and on. None of those assembled could find a way to turn the damned thing off, and even throwing it off the cliff behind its maker couldn’t still the mad laughter.
AND SO DID THOSE ASSEMBLED RETURN NERVOUSLY TO THEIR ROOMS, SETTLING IN FOR A LONG NIGHT, THE BRAYING AND ENDLESS LAUGHTER OF A DEAD MAN ECHOING IN THEIR UNEASY EARS.
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molefan1981, AKA Arcade, a Pro-Town Inventor won’t be giving out any candy this evening.
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Night One begins now, and will end in 36 hours, at 9:00PM EST on Friday evening. Discussion on Night-only boards may resume. Please submit all Night actions to me AND Kat by this deadline. We may or may not offer a brief extension of this deadline for the first Night only, but don’t count on it. If all Night actions are received before the deadline, Day may begin early.
Pleasant dreams!
IT IS A CURIOUS FACT ABOUT HUMANS, MUTANTS AND NONMUTANTS ALIKE: NO MATTER HOW MUCH A BIT OF JUDICIOUS DISCRETION MAY IMPROVE THEIR CHANCES OF SURVIVAL, THEIR TRUE NATURES WILL ALWAYS OUT.
The madness of the human disguised here as molefan1981 was as plain as day to Uatu from the moment he arrived on Skrull Planet. Unlike many others of the assembly, he had no great power on which to draw; he had only his vast and demented intellect. Having attempted at one time or another to kill most of those present, sometimes many times over, he knew he would naturally be a subject of no small suspicion if he were discovered. So he hatched a cunning plan: he would , pre-emptively, reveal the truth – as much of it as his madness would allow – and trust in the just and forgiving nature of his one-time enemies.
That’s why it came as such a surprise when they killed him.
The means of execution, when the moment came, was the subject of some discussion among the mob. Virtually all of them had powers that could kill an ordinary man like molefan1981 in a heartbeat, but none was willing to make the public demonstration of power required to do this. There were a great many mysterious devices scattered about Skrull Planet, including what might have been an old electric chair, with the words DBI Forever mysteriously etched on the back, but none trusted their technical acumen enough to use them. Beheading was considered, but rejected when no one could find a suitable axe.
Finally, around 8:31PM Earth Eastern Standard Time, they just threw him off a handy cliff.
molefan’s shrieky protestations of innocence continued, in rapidly increasing pitch, for about six seconds, then terminated abruptly. The assembly wasted little time in locating the tiny corner of Skrull Planet where he had been making his home, and smashing down the door.
Inside, they found a strange combination of wonderland and nightmare. A great many strange objects were strewn about: an old popcorn machine, oversized children’s building blocks, a strange top hat, and, yes, three red-and-yellow lollipops. A few brave souls picked up some of the odd little toys, turning them over and hoping to discern their purpose. After a moment, they were startled by a high, thin, reedy voice - the voice of molefan1981! – coming from a disturbing clown puppet propped in a corner.
Bah! It shouted. Bah, I say, and hah as well! They won’t work without me. he voice took on a singsong quality. You killed me, so you don’t get to play with any of my toys. Nyah hah. I thought we could let bygones be writing desks, or however that saying goes, but you big scary mutants were afraid of a few delicious lollipops, so here we are. Well, here YOU are! I’m DEAD. So at least the HORSEMEN WON’T KILL ME!!!!”
The clown puppet began to laugh then, a constant delirious laugh that went on and on. None of those assembled could find a way to turn the damned thing off, and even throwing it off the cliff behind its maker couldn’t still the mad laughter.
AND SO DID THOSE ASSEMBLED RETURN NERVOUSLY TO THEIR ROOMS, SETTLING IN FOR A LONG NIGHT, THE BRAYING AND ENDLESS LAUGHTER OF A DEAD MAN ECHOING IN THEIR UNEASY EARS.
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molefan1981, AKA Arcade, a Pro-Town Inventor won’t be giving out any candy this evening.
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Night One begins now, and will end in 36 hours, at 9:00PM EST on Friday evening. Discussion on Night-only boards may resume. Please submit all Night actions to me AND Kat by this deadline. We may or may not offer a brief extension of this deadline for the first Night only, but don’t count on it. If all Night actions are received before the deadline, Day may begin early.
Pleasant dreams!