Post by storyteller0910 on Nov 7, 2008 13:36:34 GMT -5
AND THEY SEIZED UPON THE ONE CALLED ALMOST HUMAN...
HE HAD WAITED FOR THIS CHANCE FOR DECADES, THROUGH YEARS SPENT AS SERVANT TO MASTERS HE FOUND UNWORTHY, WORKING AMONG THE MEMBERS OF A SPECIES HE DESPISED. HIS AMBITION HAD SURVIVED HIS WIFE, HIS MENTOR AND MASTER, AND EVEN MANY OF THOSE WHO THOUGHT THEMSELVES HIS ALLIES. HE HAD WALKED AMONG THIS CROWD OF LESSER MUTANTS FOR MANY DAYS. HE HAD STOLEN THEIR FACES; HE HAD CUT THEIR THROATS.
THEY BELIEVED HIM TO BE THEIR ENEMY, AND THEY WERE RIGHT ABOUT THAT. THEY BELIEVED HIM TO BE A FRIEND TO THE HORSEMEN.
ABOUT THAT THEY WERE WRONG.
HIS PLAN HAD BEEN PERFECT: USURP THE THRONE OF APOCALYPSE, SEND THE FOUR HORSEMEN OUT TO KILL THE HEROES, ENSURE THAT THE FOUR HORSEMEN DIED AS WELL, AND WALK AWAY, LEAVING THE WORLD TO BLAME THE WHOLE THING ON HIS FORMER MASTER. HE STOOD NOW ON THE BRINK OF VICTORY, A VICTORY SO TOTAL AND REMARKABLE THAT IT WOULD ENDURE FOR MILLENIA.
IT TOOK HIM UNTIL HE WAS ABOUT HALFWAY DOWN THE CLIFF TO REALIZE THAT HE WAS GOING TO COME UP A FEW STEPS SHORT OF ULTIMATE TRIUMPH. IN DEATH, HIS IDENTITY WAS PLAIN. ALL OF THEM WERE MILDLY SURPRISED TO REALIZE WHO AND WHAT HE WAS, BUT A FEW OF THEM WERE ESPECIALLY SURPRISED.
Almost Human, AKA Mister Sinister, a Third-Party Scum Traitor, has been lynched.
AFTER A MOMENT, THE ONE CALLED DIGGITCAMARA STEPPED FORWARD. HER EYES GREW COLD AND DARK, AND SHE FIXED THAT FEARFUL GAZE ON THE ONE CALLED CATINASUIT. SHE RAISED HER HAND, AND THEN... SHE DID NOTHING, RISING INTO THE SKY IN A PLUME OF FLAME, AND VANISHING FOREVER. IN HER WAKE SHE LEFT LETTERS CARVED IN FLAME, TEN STORIES HIGH, SPELLING OUT: “THOSE WHO DO NOT SUBMIT THEIR DAY ACTIONS ARE DOOMED TO LOSE THEM.”
diggitcamara, AKA Dark Phoenix, a Pro-Town Daykiller, is out of the game for good this time.
OF COURSE, IT DIDN’T MATTER MUCH TO CATINASUIT. SHORTLY AFTER THE DEPARTURE OF THE DARK PHOENIX, THE MAN CALLED SEBASTIAN SHAW SLUMPED FORWARD IN HIS SEAT, PLAINLY LIFELESS. CAREFUL EXAMINATION OF THE BODY REVEALED IT TO BE A CLONE OF THE ORIGINAL MR. SHAW, LIKE HIM IN EVERY WAY BUT MADE OF LESS STERN STUFF, AND THEREFORE UNSTABLE. IT APPEARED AS IF THE NEW SEBASTIAN SHAW HAD SIMPLY REACHED THE END OF HIS LIFESPAN.
CatinaSuit, AKA Sebastian Shaw, a Pro-Scum Strongman, is also gone for good.
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THE NIGHT BEGINS HERE, AND WILL END ON SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 8, AT OR AROUND 12:00PM EST (I NEED TO END THE DAY AN HOUR EARLY FOR THEATRE-RELATED REASONS). PLEASE SUBMIT NIGHT ACTIONS BY THIS TIME.
(The game, obviously, is not over).
HE HAD WAITED FOR THIS CHANCE FOR DECADES, THROUGH YEARS SPENT AS SERVANT TO MASTERS HE FOUND UNWORTHY, WORKING AMONG THE MEMBERS OF A SPECIES HE DESPISED. HIS AMBITION HAD SURVIVED HIS WIFE, HIS MENTOR AND MASTER, AND EVEN MANY OF THOSE WHO THOUGHT THEMSELVES HIS ALLIES. HE HAD WALKED AMONG THIS CROWD OF LESSER MUTANTS FOR MANY DAYS. HE HAD STOLEN THEIR FACES; HE HAD CUT THEIR THROATS.
THEY BELIEVED HIM TO BE THEIR ENEMY, AND THEY WERE RIGHT ABOUT THAT. THEY BELIEVED HIM TO BE A FRIEND TO THE HORSEMEN.
ABOUT THAT THEY WERE WRONG.
HIS PLAN HAD BEEN PERFECT: USURP THE THRONE OF APOCALYPSE, SEND THE FOUR HORSEMEN OUT TO KILL THE HEROES, ENSURE THAT THE FOUR HORSEMEN DIED AS WELL, AND WALK AWAY, LEAVING THE WORLD TO BLAME THE WHOLE THING ON HIS FORMER MASTER. HE STOOD NOW ON THE BRINK OF VICTORY, A VICTORY SO TOTAL AND REMARKABLE THAT IT WOULD ENDURE FOR MILLENIA.
IT TOOK HIM UNTIL HE WAS ABOUT HALFWAY DOWN THE CLIFF TO REALIZE THAT HE WAS GOING TO COME UP A FEW STEPS SHORT OF ULTIMATE TRIUMPH. IN DEATH, HIS IDENTITY WAS PLAIN. ALL OF THEM WERE MILDLY SURPRISED TO REALIZE WHO AND WHAT HE WAS, BUT A FEW OF THEM WERE ESPECIALLY SURPRISED.
Almost Human, AKA Mister Sinister, a Third-Party Scum Traitor, has been lynched.
AFTER A MOMENT, THE ONE CALLED DIGGITCAMARA STEPPED FORWARD. HER EYES GREW COLD AND DARK, AND SHE FIXED THAT FEARFUL GAZE ON THE ONE CALLED CATINASUIT. SHE RAISED HER HAND, AND THEN... SHE DID NOTHING, RISING INTO THE SKY IN A PLUME OF FLAME, AND VANISHING FOREVER. IN HER WAKE SHE LEFT LETTERS CARVED IN FLAME, TEN STORIES HIGH, SPELLING OUT: “THOSE WHO DO NOT SUBMIT THEIR DAY ACTIONS ARE DOOMED TO LOSE THEM.”
diggitcamara, AKA Dark Phoenix, a Pro-Town Daykiller, is out of the game for good this time.
OF COURSE, IT DIDN’T MATTER MUCH TO CATINASUIT. SHORTLY AFTER THE DEPARTURE OF THE DARK PHOENIX, THE MAN CALLED SEBASTIAN SHAW SLUMPED FORWARD IN HIS SEAT, PLAINLY LIFELESS. CAREFUL EXAMINATION OF THE BODY REVEALED IT TO BE A CLONE OF THE ORIGINAL MR. SHAW, LIKE HIM IN EVERY WAY BUT MADE OF LESS STERN STUFF, AND THEREFORE UNSTABLE. IT APPEARED AS IF THE NEW SEBASTIAN SHAW HAD SIMPLY REACHED THE END OF HIS LIFESPAN.
CatinaSuit, AKA Sebastian Shaw, a Pro-Scum Strongman, is also gone for good.
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THE NIGHT BEGINS HERE, AND WILL END ON SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 8, AT OR AROUND 12:00PM EST (I NEED TO END THE DAY AN HOUR EARLY FOR THEATRE-RELATED REASONS). PLEASE SUBMIT NIGHT ACTIONS BY THIS TIME.
(The game, obviously, is not over).