Post by shanic on Apr 15, 2010 23:30:14 GMT -5
For those that don't get the title, Spectrum is (in)famous for perfect mafia victories in her games. If that happens here, the game (likely) ends tonight.
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Day 4
The Broker sat in the middle of the small market, paying little heed to the activity and bustle of the artificial citizens, mindful only of the ones he knew to be real people and those citizens working for him. His contacts and employees occasionally checked in, looking for direction and delivering information, while he stayed put and managed their efforts.
Satisfied with his work, he went to the center square, where the investors had agreed to meet nightly to take matters into their own hands. "Friends, hear me out. I have had my contacts bring me much information and I am confident that I can save us!" Some raised their eyebrows at contacts and soon a raucous debate started.
In the end, the crowd listened to what Toxic Toys came to say and, unmoved, strung him up.
Towards the back of the crowd, one man stared longingly at Toxic's body. He decided that it was too public for what he wished to do and moved on.
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The Surgeon breathed a sigh of relief as the last customer walked out the door of his little make-shift clinic. Technically, he didn't have to do any of this, as none of these were real people, but it kept him busy, let his mind think, and kept his skills sharp.
Poking her head in first to see if he was busy, a young woman wearing a head cover entered. "Ah, so you return again. Welcome," greeted the man, as he put down his tools. The Engineer smiled, "Yes! It's...difficult to find someone to talk to who understands the importance of my work. I think I'm onto a real breakthrough here!" The Surgeon nodded as he listened to her, feeling himself taken in by her words. His train of thought meandered into pleasant areas. 'No, wait, must focus! She might not even actually be a girl. Wait...am I actually a guy?'
"...so anyway, I think this next machine will work, if only I can find some kittens!" Jolted back to awareness by her last sentence, Mr. Defecation didn't know what to say in response to that.
As the team of infiltrators stormed his clinic and scythed down Fiaryn, he never would.
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"We must have law and order here! These extrajudicial killings are not going to work," ranted the Judge. "I will handle the punishments around here! These lawbreakers must reflect on their crimes first and then we will execute the true vile criminals among us!"
The gathered crowd didn't know what to make of his rantings. Some muttered to themselves about his insane autocracy. It was a relief to them when a rain of arrows fell from the sky and silenced Keika.
Watching over the scene, a man smiled. "No, the only law that we answer to His that was passed down to Moses. His teachings will guide us...yes..."
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The Dead:
Fiaryn - Investor | Berber Engineer - eternally in search of kittens
Keika - Investor | Irish Judge - jurisprudence disagreement
Mr. Defecation - Investor | Surgeon of the Sokoto Caliphate - tongue tied
Toxic Toys - Investor | Mamluk Broker - proletariat backlash
Day 4 begins NOW and ends at 11PM EST on Friday.
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Day 4
The Broker sat in the middle of the small market, paying little heed to the activity and bustle of the artificial citizens, mindful only of the ones he knew to be real people and those citizens working for him. His contacts and employees occasionally checked in, looking for direction and delivering information, while he stayed put and managed their efforts.
Satisfied with his work, he went to the center square, where the investors had agreed to meet nightly to take matters into their own hands. "Friends, hear me out. I have had my contacts bring me much information and I am confident that I can save us!" Some raised their eyebrows at contacts and soon a raucous debate started.
In the end, the crowd listened to what Toxic Toys came to say and, unmoved, strung him up.
Towards the back of the crowd, one man stared longingly at Toxic's body. He decided that it was too public for what he wished to do and moved on.
-------------------------
The Surgeon breathed a sigh of relief as the last customer walked out the door of his little make-shift clinic. Technically, he didn't have to do any of this, as none of these were real people, but it kept him busy, let his mind think, and kept his skills sharp.
Poking her head in first to see if he was busy, a young woman wearing a head cover entered. "Ah, so you return again. Welcome," greeted the man, as he put down his tools. The Engineer smiled, "Yes! It's...difficult to find someone to talk to who understands the importance of my work. I think I'm onto a real breakthrough here!" The Surgeon nodded as he listened to her, feeling himself taken in by her words. His train of thought meandered into pleasant areas. 'No, wait, must focus! She might not even actually be a girl. Wait...am I actually a guy?'
"...so anyway, I think this next machine will work, if only I can find some kittens!" Jolted back to awareness by her last sentence, Mr. Defecation didn't know what to say in response to that.
As the team of infiltrators stormed his clinic and scythed down Fiaryn, he never would.
-------------------------
"We must have law and order here! These extrajudicial killings are not going to work," ranted the Judge. "I will handle the punishments around here! These lawbreakers must reflect on their crimes first and then we will execute the true vile criminals among us!"
The gathered crowd didn't know what to make of his rantings. Some muttered to themselves about his insane autocracy. It was a relief to them when a rain of arrows fell from the sky and silenced Keika.
Watching over the scene, a man smiled. "No, the only law that we answer to His that was passed down to Moses. His teachings will guide us...yes..."
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The Dead:
Fiaryn - Investor | Berber Engineer - eternally in search of kittens
Keika - Investor | Irish Judge - jurisprudence disagreement
Mr. Defecation - Investor | Surgeon of the Sokoto Caliphate - tongue tied
Toxic Toys - Investor | Mamluk Broker - proletariat backlash
Day 4 begins NOW and ends at 11PM EST on Friday.
