Axilus Prime

So...Galvatron and Smaug? Just kidding. Not sure why the axe is a guitar, but whatever. Still interesting story.

By the way, did anyone pick up the hint at the beginning of Execution 1 that Twin was the detective? I put no hints for people's identities, but if you paid attention to Scene 1, the beginning of Execution 1 actually implied what was about to be revealed.

Oh, I see it now.

Uh...but that led to a subtraction from Husky, not Self Destruct. It couldn't have been him. Screw it, I just realized it won't change the outcome anyway. --- Execution 1 Twinreaper opened a hard case and pulled out a roll of bandages. He removed his shirt and started to pull off the bandages he already had on when he heard a slam on his door. Not a knock. A slam. This was bad. The votes were in, and this could mean only one thing. He cursed just as a loud crack signaled the breaking down of his door. "Get him, now!" he heard a voice say. The sound of quick, hard footsteps loudly grew closer. Immediately, he closed the hard case and used it to bash a hole in the window, then placed his hands on the corners. Ignoring the pain of the glass cutting him, he pushed up and thrust his whole body out. He grunted as he ran, shaking the glass shards off his hands. This was the lynch mob, and they thought he was Mafia. Maybe if he escaped, he could keep in contact with the ghost of Butch Flowers and continue to help from the shadows. There was still hope. That hope vanished when a large piece of wood swung around a corner and slammed into his face before he had time to react. "MMRGH!" Pain shot through his face. When he put his hand on his nose, it didn't feel right, and the pain sharply worsened until he took it off. His vision blurred, he harshly breathed through his mouth as the world around him moved. He was being carried. Further and further. It was hard to see. And then he couldn't see. Twin awoke tied to a post. The bandages around him that he was going to change still hung loosely around his body. It was in that moment that the height of human stupidity became apparent to him. "You idiots..." "Twinreaper," a voice said through a helmet, "on charges of not actually having a twin or a scythe, and being suspected of involvement in the Mafia, you are hereby sentenced to death..." The source of the voice walked into Twin's field of view, now clear enough to make out what was going on. Before him stood the executioner, a blue and red Spartan whose job it was to carry out the killing of those voted for, by the name of Axilus Prime. ..."By impalement." Axilus pulled out a bar of gray metal and squeezed it, bringing out a fearsome plasma blade. He drew back the energy sword and thrust it into Twin's chest, driving its blue tip out the back of the post he was tied to. A ghost rose out of the body, markings in an unknown language etched into its form. The longer the crowd stared at the markings, the more they began to change. As soon as they could see them in English, a realization of horror for some and delight for others dawned upon them. Twinreaper, Detective, Lynched. Send in your votes on who to kill and who will do it, Mafians. The rest of you...don't give up. There is still a way to win.

Wait a minute...yeah. 5 votes - Twinreaper 1 vote - Self Destruct 1 vote - SiberianHuskyY 3 votes - Frankenzer Now then...who fake changed their vote?

I laughed a little just now due to the irony two posts later.

3 hours, though I might put up the hanging scene around 12 hours from now if I'm feeling too tired. 5 votes - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 1 vote - SiberianHuskyY 3 votes - Frankenzer

3 votes - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 2 votes - SiberianHuskyY 3 votes - Frankenzer Yeah, basically, in each voting session you vote for the suspect you think is Mafia. The suspect list is randomly generated except for one person. The one responsible for the murder will always be on the list. The one with the most votes will die. If there is a tie, both die.

5 votes - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 2 votes - SiberianHuskyY 1 vote - Frankenzer

Yeah, I said that like three times now.

3 votes - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 4 votes - SiberianHuskyY 0 votes - Frankenzer

2 votes - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 4 votes - SiberianHuskyY 0 votes - Frankenzer

1 vote - Twinreaper 0 votes - Self Destruct 4 votes - SiberianHuskyY 1 vote - Frankenzer Now, see, the funny part is, earlier in the voting, if the day session had ended right there, there would have been a four-way hanging.

You have to say who you're changing your vote from as well as who you're changing it to, otherwise it doesn't count.

1 vote - Twinreaper 1 vote - Self Destruct 3 votes - SiberianHuskyY 1 vote - Frankenzer

To everyone who has changed their votes, guess what? Your changed vote doesn't count unless you say "I am changing my vote from X to Y." Because it's downright confusing right now. So...the voting board is still unchanged.

1 vote - Twinreaper 1 vote - Self Destruct 1 vote - SiberianHuskyY 2 votes - Frankenzer

1 vote - Twinreaper

There is no null option because fiery death, Caboose. Fiery death. And no, Delpen, there are not. The reason for deciding against that idea was balance. I'm not very subtle half the time I try to be, and naturally some hints would be easier than others regardless of my intentions. So, to keep the game balanced properly, I decided not to put hints like that.

Scene 1 The medic raced through the streets of 343 City, the sound of his feet slamming against the pavement blocking out everything else. The Mafia had returned with a vengeance, and before they could kill another, he had to reach that person to protect him. That person, at least in the medic's mind, was Delpen9. Carrying a Regen Field generator, he could prevent a lethal attack from dealing enough damage to kill him, and heal his wound entirely. "Hang on, Delpen. The Mafia won't kill anyone tonight." A gunshot rang out in the dead of night, far louder than the footsteps. Pieces of flesh and bone dropped to the ground, dripping with blood, fragments of gray metal scattered around them. Naturally, the footsteps stopped, accompanied by a harsh yell of pain. Now for the head. The figure crouching atop a building moved his rifle, bringing his scope towards the citizen's head. The medic's eyes returned to focus after the initial shock wore off. For a moment, he hesitated to look at the source of the pain, the damaged area at the end of his right arm. But he had to. He brought his arm up in front of his face and saw his hand, broken and bleeding, without a single finger left. His thumb hung by a thread, drooping unnaturally parallel to his forearm. Before he could begin to think of anything else, he was forced never to think again. The medic, Butch Flowers, dropped to the ground next to his shattered Regen Field generator, with a tiny hole in the back of his head, and a gaping, bloody mess for a face. The Mafian was reloading his rifle when he heard metal clanging behind him. The ladder! He turned as he finished reloading and saw a single being, the details of his body invisible in the darkness of night. Orange flashed on the figure's head and focused into two points. His eyes were glowing with Promethean Vision. The detective didn't need the orange view of the man before him to know he was Mafia. The sound of gunshots were indication enough of that. What really interested him was the name above the man's head. The next thing he noticed was a hard impact in his chest. "ARGH!" The next thing he saw was the night sky, a split second before another impact brought him pain in his back. The Mafian fled the scene, grinning to himself. He had killed both the medic and the detective in one night. Now, victory was certain. He didn't even reload the gun again. The building, thankfully, had been only two stories. Pushing himself back up, the detective simply walked back towards his house, knowing the Mafian was long gone. Still, it wasn't much surprise to him that that guy was the Mafian. He would have gone to his house to scan him if he were not alerted to his presence by the gunshots earlier. And we really should have more of these bulletproof vests. The Mafian probably thought he was dead, but it was clear that would change when he saw there were fourteen people at the voting session. At least he had one advantage. He knew who to vote for. --- Butch Flowers, medic, killed by Mafia. Detective's target is Mafia. You have 48 hours to vote. Suspect List: SiberianHuskyY Twinreaper Frankenzer Self Destruct

Welcome to the forum. Don't be too...menacing...and I'm sure you'll have a good time.

3 hours to scene. Anyone who wishes to change their actions must do so before then.