Axilus Prime

The point of posting a game in the discussion topic is to get advice on game balance, Kittens. I can assure you that Mafia 11.0 would not be the even fight it is now if I hadn't taken the advice given to me by these people. (Seriously, as of this round it's 2 players alive in each faction. Whoever wins is gonna win by one person.) So you should heed what they say.

Vote Count: 0 - Ash 0 - Crescent Sniper 6 - Church (Ledgend1221, Kakashi_Hatake, Caboose The Ace, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish, Ash, Pbrabbit, Rue) 4.5 - Kakashi_Hatake (Church, rrhuntington, Bnus, Yang Xiao Long, Edward Kenway, Arbiter747) Votes are locked. Thanks to the use of the Storm Grunt's secret votes, Kakashi_Hatake will die.

Now look what you've done, Ed...

Vote Count: 0 - Ash 1 - Crescent Sniper (Arbiter747) 6 - Church (Ledgend1221, Kakashi_Hatake, Caboose The Ace, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish, Ash, Pbrabbit, Rue) 3.5 - Kakashi_Hatake (Church, rrhuntington, Bnus, Yang Xiao Long, Edward Kenway)

Vote Count: 0 - Ash 3 - Crescent Sniper (rrhuntington, Yang Xiao Long, Arbiter747, Edward Kenway) 6 - Church (Ledgend1221, Kakashi_Hatake, Caboose The Ace, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish, Ash, Pbrabbit, Rue) 1 - Kakashi_Hatake (Church)

Just how many pets do you have?

Vote Count: 0 - Ash 4 - Crescent Sniper (rrhuntington, Yang Xiao Long, Church, Arbiter747, Edward Kenway) 5 - Church (Ledgend1221, Kakashi_Hatake, Caboose The Ace, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish, Ash) 0 - Kakashi_Hatake

Blur, juuuust barely. Their stuff looks a little more three-dimensional.

I wrote him committing suicide because he kind of did do that accidentally. Kittens could have been lynched, but his use of his power ironically led to his own death. I personally found it rather funny. That's not exactly what the One does...

Day 5 "Let me go!" The Storm Grunt, captured the night before after his kill, was dragged by the head toward the brain scanner by the Elite Ultra. Everyone knew full well he was against the Swords of Sanghelios, but they still had to see whether or not he was one of the five original infiltrators, or one of the questionable individuals who could go either way. "I didn't kill him!" he lied in desperation. The Ultra huffed, tightening his grip on the Grunt's head. "That sounds familiar, you know. I'm Covenant, but I didn't kill him. Right? Well, at least you have the sense to wait until you're actually caught before saying that. It makes no difference. You're going to die." "I'm afraid that's out of the question really." A clearly Elite voice echoed throughout the room, and following that, an energy shield from the ceiling to the floor divided the room in two. On one side were the shocked Elite Ultra and Storm Grunt, and on the other was the equally shocked crowd of Elites watching the execution. "Where did that shield come from?!" the Spec-Ops Elite asked in surprise. The Councilor examined it for a few moments. "Do you remember the first time we captured the Storm Grunt? He was to be examined the next day, but someone took the shield generator out of his prison cell and he escaped." "Yes," The Spec-Ops answered. "We had to kill the Jackal Sniper instead so it wouldn't be a wasted day, and it turned out he was on our side." "Whoever set the Grunt free must have installed the shield generator here instead...and he's planning to do it again!" The Councilor scowled at the shield, knowing nothing he did would be able to break it. It would take an hour to find and remove the generator. The Elite Ultra rushed for the neural scanner, but suddenly jumped back when a blue flash came down in front of him. It was good that he did. The plasma grenade exploded, taking a small portion of his shield. Amid the blue sparks left behind landed another Ultra, only this one had Honor Guard armor. "Of course it was you..." the Elite Ultra said to him, throwing the Storm Grunt aside. "It would have to be a guard, someone who knew how to work the prisons. Why'd you do it? Why betray the Swords of Sanghelios?!" The Honor Guard Ultra displayed his middle finger up high, growling. "Does it matter why? You'll kill me no matter how I answer--or try to." "I suppose it doesn't," the Elite Ultra answered, glancing at the weaponless Storm Grunt to make sure he was still weaponless. "I guess I have to kill both of you." He pulled out a Fuel Rod Cannon, aiming at the Grunt first. Before he could pull the trigger, a powerful blow to the side knocked him to the left. He crashed into the energy shield as his own shield took heavy damage, and the shove caused him to miss his shot. He turned and bashed the now sword-wielding Honor Guard Ultra in the face with the cannon and jumped over him, but the Grunt ran off and turned a corner before he could get another shot off at him. Fine! With the intended target of the execution escaped, he settled for the next best thing and fired the rest of his clip at the Honor Guard Ultra. The Honor Guard Ultra ran to the left, avoiding all the shots, and did not stop running until he knew the Ultra was reloading. At that moment, he turned, faced him...and shot him in the face. "GRRRAAAAH!" What was unique about this shot to the face was that it did not come from a Plasma Rifle or Carbine as one might expect. Instead it was a powerful purple beam that took out yet another fourth of the Ultra's shield. And it was followed by another. "Run, coward!" the Honor Guard Ultra jeered when the Ultra did just that. His target ran behind the neural scanner, using it for cover from the Beam Rifle. "Did I mention that when you executed your Jackal friend, I took the liberty of accessing the prison's confiscated weapons?" He threw a grenade behind the Ultra's cover, forcing his foe out, but before he could fire came another volley of fuel rods. Easily, the Honor Guard Ultra avoided the slow-moving projectiles...but he spotted a luminous blue out the corner of his eye once the volley was ended, and yet again was prevented from firing. "URRGH!" Nearly falling, he backed away with his shield down from the one who had hit him. The Stealth Elite faded out of view less than a second after he landed his slash, and he began to charge again, but was forced to change course and dive right when a grenade thrown in his direction nearly stuck to his face. "Die! Die!" The Honor Guard Ultra followed up with another grenade in the direction of his invisible foe, then sharply turned left and threw again. "You TOO!" It was a stick. With a growl, the Elite Ultra took the inevitable explosion head-on. The blazing plasma tore his shield down entirely, burned his armor, and singed his flesh. He roared in pain, throwing down his Fuel Rod Cannon and drawing a sword. I'll tear you apart! He charged at nearly double his normal speed, straight for the Honor Guard Ultra. Just as planned. The Honor Guard Ultra backed up, towards the shield dividing the room, but was careful not to touch it. When his foe charged and lunged, he stepped to the right, narrowly dodging the blow. A graze of the blade nicked his shield, but it had already regenerated at that point, so the damage was minor. Quickly, he drew his sword and struck the Ultra in the left side as his shield regenerated, halting the process and knocking him through the dividing shield. "Huh?!" In confusion, the Ultra turned towards the dividing shield and tried to lunge through it, only to slam into it and nearly cut himself on his own blade. Realizing what had been done, he roared and pounded the shield with his fist. "He tampered with the shield when he stole it! He made it so it can be passed through from one side!" (At this point, this song should play.) "I knew that would get me out of a tight spot," the Honor Guard Ultra said, smirking. He then faced the Stealth Elite, or looked in what he hoped was his general direction. "It's you and me, hidden one! Face me!" He brandished his Energy Sword, hoping to provoke the enemy into charging him directly. Stepping out from behind the neural scanner, but still unseen, the Stealth Elite called out to the Honor Guard Ultra. His voice echoed against the walls, making his direction impossible to determine. "I am facing you, fool! I only wonder why you aren't facing me!" He knew full well that the Honor Guard Ultra, Y'ang 'Xiaol, was indeed facing him, but no one else knew that. 'Xiaol looked around, eyes twitching from the strain of trying to spot the slightest blur. His breathing grew tense, as did his grip on his sword. He must be bluffing. "You're deceiving me, aren't you, coward? Show your face and challenge me like a man!" "You work with the Covenant, hypocrite. You have all been hiding. You have all been deceiving. Your team's leader used active camouflage, the same as I. Your Grunt flees every time we try to bring him to justice! And you dare ask me to show myself and challenge you head on?!" The Stealth Elite, with a mixture of righteous anger and humorous mocking in his voice, continued on. "You won't be able to do it again. We'll change the prison codes so you can't free anyone anymore. You will no longer escape justice." "Stop your blustering and fight!" the Honor Guard Ultra demanded. It was not that 'Xiaol did not know the value of strategy. Quite the opposite. It was because he knew its value that he was so set on convincing his enemy to forsake it. He threw a grenade at the neural scanner, believing the Stealth Elite to be near it, and spotted a faint blur backing away from the explosion. "I see you!" "Very well then," the Stealth Elite roared, pulling a grenade out. "I'll face you outright, 'Xiaol. I AM TOTA 'MAHEM," he bellowed, "THE ONE WHO WILL KILL YOU!" He threw the grenade... "WHAT?!" 'Xiaol could only stare in shock. 'Mahem blinked twice. "...................." (The song should cut out abruptly at this point) He had thrown the grenade...only for it to bounce back off part of the neural scanner and land on his head. The resulting explosion easily tore through the Stealth Elite's weak shield, blasted his helmet apart, and turned his brain into a pile of unrecognizable melted flesh. "...I'll take it." The Honor Guard Ultra quickly fled the scene, simply grateful to have won against an enemy he could not see. --- Total Mayh3m, Stealth Elite, Lynched. Massive irony perpetrated.

That is awesome. What was it like doing that?

Eh...the scene wasn't up yet, so it was a toss up whether to allow it or not. I decided to be nice and do it. And yes, I see the irony. In fact, I mentioned it to him in the PM. I might have been nicer not to allow it, but...it's done.

The scene's not up yet so technically this is allowed. The Stealth Elite has reset all votes to 0. RNG will decide who dies now. Total Mayh3m will die instead. Scene still coming later.

Scene will come late since I was busy today. However the votes are locked, the Honor Guard Ultra has released Arbiter747 from the suspect list, and Mr Kittens and Gibberish will be lynched as he was the one with the most votes aside from the released suspect.

We're also going to have to bill you for wasting our time with this rant.

Raditz. He's still more powerful than even an Elite. Would you rather have ki energy powers (flight, energy blasts, and the capacity to increase your strength and speed near infinitely by training) or the ability to go Super Saiyan without ki powers (50x your normal strength and speed but no other powers)?

It is kind of ironic that the guy named Arbiter is trying to kill the Arbiter's forces...

Night 5 Cona 'Kenw, shaken at the revelation that his grandfather had been an agent of the Covenant, had taken to walking the halls alone to clear his mind. It was unwise, he knew, but he thought of it as patrolling. He was, after all, an Honor Guard, and now that he knew the Prophets did not deserve his protection, he would give it to the others. Maybe he would catch the Covenant on his late night patrols. At least, that was the excuse he gave to everyone else--and to himself. With an Energy Sword strapped to one hip and a Plasma Rifle on the other, he walked at his usual pace. He didn't think of anything as he walked, but that was the point. Walking alone in the hallways like this, an anxious feeling that he would be attacked took over. And it blocked out any conflicted thoughts he might have had. "Mrgrrphggrm!" It was faint. So faint that in the Honor Guard's mind, intentionally blanked as it was, it didn't really exist at all. Just footsteps. Over and over and over. Why was he-- Step. My grandfather was-- Step. Am I-- Step. It had been going on like that for minutes. For hours. For nearly a day if all his time spent like this was put together. It was the only way his mind could achieve a form of peace. Huh? The Storm Grunt was quite surprised when the sound he made after stubbing his toe went entirely unnoticed by the Honor Guard. Still, that was incredibly fortunate. And so when the Honor Guard turned a corner, the Storm Grunt turned the corner behind him and stood at the next one. They had to get far enough from anyone else that this wouldn't draw attention. What was that sound back-- Step. And so the Honor Guard noticed absolutely nothing. He noticed nothing walking down the hall, around another corner to the other side, through a door, and into a room with no door other than the one he had just come through. That was his cue, as it had always been. Walk until a dead end, then walk back. By then he was tired enough to sleep quickly. Most of the time. A high-pitched scratching sound, however, kicked in the adrenaline and ruined that plan entirely. Needle after needle slammed into his back, his right shoulder, and his chest as he turned around. They crumpled against the energy shield, their pieces deflected, but it would not be long until they broke through. Immediately he ran behind a box for cover. But the needles followed until he was fully hidden, and a few struck him in the head before he could remember to crouch. His shield was down. A hostile Elite! Damn! "You're a traitor to your race!" he yelled out, taunting the enemy to pursue him as he placed his hand on the hilt of his Energy Sword. The only thing that pursued him, however, was a Plasma Grenade landing right next to his cover. "Tricky *******!" He jumped away, dodging the explosion, only to be shot by more needles. He just barely made it behind a control console. It was a useless one, long sabotaged by the Covenant along with the majority of the ship, but it worked as cover. He tossed out a grenade in the direction of his attacker, though, to retaliate and keep him suppressed. The grenade landed somewhat near the Storm Grunt, who didn't even have to move because the throw was off just enough that he wasn't within blast range. He pulled out another grenade, but a burning pain in his chest forced him to drop it. "GYAAAAAH!" With a dive, he avoided its explosion entirely, then returned fire with his Needler. The Honor Guard ducked behind the control console again. It's a Grunt?! Rare for a Grunt to be able to operate the Needler that well! He fires it full speed! The Storm Grunt panted, backing up through the doorway and taking cover on one side. He stayed near enough that the door didn't close. "Hot hot hot!" Plasma Rifle shots had struck him in the chest armor, which was heat-resistant enough not to fully melt, but he could feel the heat enough that it hurt. He waited for his armor's cooling systems to finish restoring his armor's ability to take the shots, though that meant the Honor Guard's shield would regenerate as well. His Needler would not be enough to bring down the Elite's shield before the Plasma Rifle could burn through his armor and hit his vital organs. However... Whrrrrrrrrrr-click! The Honor Guard's shields were back up. That meant it was time. When he charged out, the first thing he saw was, naturally, the Storm Grunt. The Grunt was oddly re-attaching his nasal breathing tube and backing up again behind cover. Rushing ahead despite this, the Honor Guard ran through the doorway, looked to the right, and saw the Grunt at the end of the hall. He fired his Plasma Rifle--"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The air around the Honor Guard, to the Storm Grunt's delight, ignited with blazing blue flames. They cooled in a second to orange, but the Elite was now on fire. His shields were coming down. "HAHA! Perfect!" Moments earlier, the Storm Grunt had detached his breathing tube to expel some of the gas from his breathing tank: methane. Methane was flammable, and a bolt of plasma was easily enough to set it ablaze. Screaming in horror, the Honor Guard charged the Grunt to strike him down with a melee. But before he could get there his shield went down. "DIE, HERETIC!" Seven needles. One explosion. And the Honor Guard was no more. --- Connor Kenway, Honor Guard, Executed. Suspect List: Kakashi_Hatake Arbiter747 Total Mayh3m Mr Kittens and Gibberish

What do you consider the craziest thing you've ever done (that you're ok with sharing)?

So this is actually a thing. A legit, full scale, thing. Wow.

3 Mantises. I'd probably have no chance either way, but seeing as Optimus would easily be able to kill 3 Mantises...yeah. Would you rather fight Galvatron or the Didact?

Kinda puts a sick twisted spin on Potato Night.

The Honor Guard Ultra has released Arbiter747 from the suspect list. Votes are now locked. Latios will die.

Here was my stream of thoughts. "What's going on?" "This music. It's a bad sign." "Something really bad is behind this door." "Whoa whoa whoa HOW ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE?!" "WHAT IS THAT?!" "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" First time I ever faced the Flood.

Azaxx. Would you rather face ten giant spiders in your hometown, or enter Silent Hill?