Post by rabbit on Aug 9, 2008 20:11:38 GMT -6
I've already done this, but I'll do it again. Look at the Night 2 Writeup:
Night 2
The figure wandered through the town, desperately looking for their target. They knew they would be in big trouble of the target was not found. They searched the whole city all night long, but to no avail. Exacerbated, they sat down in a park at the foot of a statue. Hopefully they would have better luck tomorrow.
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Swarm had returned to the city of his latest defeat, looking for a little revenge. He would not forget what those children, especially that monstrosity, had done to him. It had taken him weeks to reform himself. He was biding his time, sticking to the shadows when a hand grabbed his cape.
“Well…this is interesting” said his attacker as he saw that his target was made entirely of bees. “A lot of good this will do me. I can’t think of a single thing I could do with you.”
“Then allow me” said Swarm as he sent a wave of bees after the attacker. But this had no effect on him.
“I think this is what we call a stand-off” said the attacker as the two realized neither could really hurt the other. Instead, the attacker simply made an offer. Swarm weighed his options and agreed. He would get his revenge another time, but for now, he would let LA be.
The attacker was happy. Swarm wasn’t dead, but he left town. That was good enough for him.
Swarm is a swarm of bees. Could that hurt Geoffrey Wilder? Certainly. This is Topher the vampire, aka the Serial Killer, "killing" Swarm.
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Leslie Dean returned to her rather large house on the edge of Hollywood. She removed her mask and sat down, a little tired from the night’s events. She hadn’t really understood the why she had been asked to go after that man tonight. How much harm could a mere human like him possibly do? But the order had come from the Pride’s secret line and there was no way that was tampered with. None of their children would be that skilled except maybe Alex, and she had heard about his unfortunate demise. She detested humans in a lot of ways, but enjoyed how easy it was to manipulate her way to fame and fortune.
Leslie put her head back and closed her eyes. It was then that she felt the cold blade on her neck. She looked up to see a familiar face…but one she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“But…how is that possible. I just saw you a couple hours ago and you didn’t look…how did you do it?”
“You know, Leslie” said the man, “I never trusted you. This isn’t even your world yet you were allowed in the Pride. That never sat right with me.”
Leslie quickly tried to use her natural gifts, but the man saw it coming. Before she could, he sliced her throat.
“You know, dead, you look just like anyone else” he said as he cleaned the blade and left the house.
Here is young Geoffrey Wilder killing Mrs. Dean. Unless we have two Serial Killers (and if we do, we've lost already) he is the freakin' vigilante.
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Tina Minoru was fed up with the children. She wanted them all back where they belonged and off the streets. But more then that, she wanted her Staff of One back. True, she was skilled enough in the black arts that she didn’t really need her staff, but the fact that the children had it on their side made her uneasy. That one artefact made the dread Dormammu fear, and Tina was unsure if her daughter could handle that much power.
Nearby, a boy stood behind a wall and adjusted his goggles. “There you are” he smiled as he watched her through the wall.
Jumping out, he yelled to the strangely dressed woman. “I see where Nico gets her looks from, but her fashion scene must come from a distant aunt or something.”
“Oh, it’s you” Tina smirked, not worried. While he may be the oldest, he was also powerless, and she was not. Tina held out her hand and a small ball off black energy formed.
“Heh” said the boy, “Mine’s bigger.” He held out his hand, revealing a metal glove. Above the glove, a huge fireball formed, which he launched at her. She fell to the ground, burned, unconscious, but alive. Still, she wouldn’t be recovering any time soon.
And here's the mafia's kill
Night 2 is over.
Eagle has left town. He was Swarm (Town), super Nazi made of bees. Also known as St-Dumas.
Horse is dead. He was Leslie Dean (Pride/Town), one half of the “colonist” members of the Pride. Also known as HavokandChaos.
Pig has been hospitalized. He was Tina Minoru (Pride/Town), one half of the “magician” members of the Pride. Also known as DocDoom187.
One player is unconscious and may not post or be lynched.
With 21 players remaining, 11 is a majority
So Turtle, if you haven't already killed us by voting for a townie, take the vote off! Why you would vote for him without reading the last two pages and then logoff is beyond me
Night 2
The figure wandered through the town, desperately looking for their target. They knew they would be in big trouble of the target was not found. They searched the whole city all night long, but to no avail. Exacerbated, they sat down in a park at the foot of a statue. Hopefully they would have better luck tomorrow.
________________________
Swarm had returned to the city of his latest defeat, looking for a little revenge. He would not forget what those children, especially that monstrosity, had done to him. It had taken him weeks to reform himself. He was biding his time, sticking to the shadows when a hand grabbed his cape.
“Well…this is interesting” said his attacker as he saw that his target was made entirely of bees. “A lot of good this will do me. I can’t think of a single thing I could do with you.”
“Then allow me” said Swarm as he sent a wave of bees after the attacker. But this had no effect on him.
“I think this is what we call a stand-off” said the attacker as the two realized neither could really hurt the other. Instead, the attacker simply made an offer. Swarm weighed his options and agreed. He would get his revenge another time, but for now, he would let LA be.
The attacker was happy. Swarm wasn’t dead, but he left town. That was good enough for him.
Swarm is a swarm of bees. Could that hurt Geoffrey Wilder? Certainly. This is Topher the vampire, aka the Serial Killer, "killing" Swarm.
_________________________
Leslie Dean returned to her rather large house on the edge of Hollywood. She removed her mask and sat down, a little tired from the night’s events. She hadn’t really understood the why she had been asked to go after that man tonight. How much harm could a mere human like him possibly do? But the order had come from the Pride’s secret line and there was no way that was tampered with. None of their children would be that skilled except maybe Alex, and she had heard about his unfortunate demise. She detested humans in a lot of ways, but enjoyed how easy it was to manipulate her way to fame and fortune.
Leslie put her head back and closed her eyes. It was then that she felt the cold blade on her neck. She looked up to see a familiar face…but one she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“But…how is that possible. I just saw you a couple hours ago and you didn’t look…how did you do it?”
“You know, Leslie” said the man, “I never trusted you. This isn’t even your world yet you were allowed in the Pride. That never sat right with me.”
Leslie quickly tried to use her natural gifts, but the man saw it coming. Before she could, he sliced her throat.
“You know, dead, you look just like anyone else” he said as he cleaned the blade and left the house.
Here is young Geoffrey Wilder killing Mrs. Dean. Unless we have two Serial Killers (and if we do, we've lost already) he is the freakin' vigilante.
__________________________
Tina Minoru was fed up with the children. She wanted them all back where they belonged and off the streets. But more then that, she wanted her Staff of One back. True, she was skilled enough in the black arts that she didn’t really need her staff, but the fact that the children had it on their side made her uneasy. That one artefact made the dread Dormammu fear, and Tina was unsure if her daughter could handle that much power.
Nearby, a boy stood behind a wall and adjusted his goggles. “There you are” he smiled as he watched her through the wall.
Jumping out, he yelled to the strangely dressed woman. “I see where Nico gets her looks from, but her fashion scene must come from a distant aunt or something.”
“Oh, it’s you” Tina smirked, not worried. While he may be the oldest, he was also powerless, and she was not. Tina held out her hand and a small ball off black energy formed.
“Heh” said the boy, “Mine’s bigger.” He held out his hand, revealing a metal glove. Above the glove, a huge fireball formed, which he launched at her. She fell to the ground, burned, unconscious, but alive. Still, she wouldn’t be recovering any time soon.
And here's the mafia's kill
Night 2 is over.
Eagle has left town. He was Swarm (Town), super Nazi made of bees. Also known as St-Dumas.
Horse is dead. He was Leslie Dean (Pride/Town), one half of the “colonist” members of the Pride. Also known as HavokandChaos.
Pig has been hospitalized. He was Tina Minoru (Pride/Town), one half of the “magician” members of the Pride. Also known as DocDoom187.
One player is unconscious and may not post or be lynched.
With 21 players remaining, 11 is a majority
So Turtle, if you haven't already killed us by voting for a townie, take the vote off! Why you would vote for him without reading the last two pages and then logoff is beyond me
I can't exactly blame you for doing so considering I haven't posted much... or rather, at all, but it would be a mistake. 
After I caught up to things, I figured I would be. Unless I was targeted by a doctor or something, which seems VERY unlikely to me. And the townie roleblocker (Horse) appears to be dead, so I thought the mafia wanted to keep me alive as a patsy for today.