Serial Killer Game 74: BETRAYAL AT THE CONSORTIA OF EVIL INTENT- Turn Six, Hero Step ( Death Post)
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I can't speak for everyone but it's about the end of the semester for me. I'm up to my eyeballs in lab reports that need graded. I imagine other people are busy with finals and projects as well.Fat_Hippo said:
End of the semester is always a busy time for anyone in college.
I'm in college too. Got tests coming up. That's why I'm procrastinating! What? It'll be fine.gritch said:
It may be problematic that all my tests this semester will be on a computer, which is hence what I'm using to study. It exacerbates my already poor impulse control while studying.
Having graduated in computer engineering I know how easy it was to get distracted like that...Fat_Hippo said:
Anyways no clue on Bad Pouch. Much quieter without spy lists and stuff!
Yeah, which is why I was trying to get some kind of public discussion going. I'm certain people are communicating, but it's all in the back-channels, since there's no real incentive to be public about your intentions. Unless you want to die like I did.Secondhand Revenant said:
But still, it makes it very boring to spectate. Come on, think of us dead folks! How are we supposed to jeer when there's nothing to work with?
@Hippo: On the plus side, this round there's no evidence to speak of and so chaos reigns. On the negative side, there's no evidence to speak of and so nothing really happens because there is functionally no way of knowing who's Bad Pouch.
If we get Bad Pouch it will be dumb luck. He's got a better chance of winning than usual, I think.
If we get Bad Pouch it will be dumb luck. He's got a better chance of winning than usual, I think.
Oh yes I hear things...Fat_Hippo said:Yeah, which is why I was trying to get some kind of public discussion going. I'm certain people are communicating, but it's all in the back-channels, since there's no real incentive to be public about your intentions. Unless you want to die like I did.Secondhand Revenant said:
But still, it makes it very boring to spectate. Come on, think of us dead folks! How are we supposed to jeer when there's nothing to work with?
But really some of us could publicly call for deaths again! Not the time while we wait for Bad Pouch to increase our rewards of course but after. We can gather the dead and search their entrails in some kind of divination ritual.
He also gets that ability to see the votes which adds another little edge for him. This would have been a good round to be the killer.Fractral said:
@Phat_Hippity_Beatz:
Despite being a master of intelligence, I'm getting nothing on my end, my source has dried up. Despite my willingness to throw myself out there, all that got me was enough votes round one that Bad Pouch doesn't care about me anymore.
Still, I realize that it's pretty boring otherwise, ergo the suicidal release of information ROUND ONE. Which you admonished me for, now you dead. Still, I don't know what people are so scared of. I mean Bad Pouch already knows if you're innocent or not. More people share their intel with me so I can start charging to release it publicly. Hey, the first lot is free. Now you suckers have to pay for it.
Despite being a master of intelligence, I'm getting nothing on my end, my source has dried up. Despite my willingness to throw myself out there, all that got me was enough votes round one that Bad Pouch doesn't care about me anymore.
Still, I realize that it's pretty boring otherwise, ergo the suicidal release of information ROUND ONE. Which you admonished me for, now you dead. Still, I don't know what people are so scared of. I mean Bad Pouch already knows if you're innocent or not. More people share their intel with me so I can start charging to release it publicly. Hey, the first lot is free. Now you suckers have to pay for it.
And then there's the fact that everyone wants a bigger cut of those 75 trillion bucks, so they're not really in a hurry to kill Bad Pouch quickly. Greedy devils.Secondhand Revenant said:
Diving (EDIT:Divining!...though diving sounds fun too) from entrails sounds good. We've got two doctors to remove them after all. And one of them is well versed in collecting samples. Not sure who's got any entrail-reading skills among us.
Hey, now that I'm dead, I don't really care who wins or loses. It's not like I'm gonna earn any money here. I'm just looking for some action. Which is the same reason I tried to get you killed round one. Which backfired, so take some satisfaction from that fact.Wary Wolf said:
And it's not like you can expect people to take your intel at face value, not when you were so vague about how you acquired it that people didn't know what you were talking about. Though I probably would have called for your death anyway. Heheh.
I don't even take the intel I got at face value. I've been trying to have it verified. But ANY information is better than NO information. So you want me to release my sources? Doesn't sound like a good way of keeping them. No one has suggested voting for them, so I assume they're reasonably safe, but the same could have been said on Crimson5Pheonix.Fat_Hippo said:
Still, I understand why you thought it best to get rid of me. Hell, I keep thinking Secondhand Revenant is dodgy, but SR is just doing exactly what I am, and does what SR always does, tries to engage with the topic and figure things out. I should be more wary of SR if SR is quiet.
Oh yeah, finally got around to this...
Still got plenty of minions, but I'm beginning to worry...
Jarlaxle sat comfortably on his throne with a glass of red in one hand, Power Girl in the other. The heat was off Jarlaxle for now, and he was unconcerned with Bad Pochi. Only Mecha Stalin was giving Jarlaxle any notice, but Jarlaxle had ways of dealing with giant communist robots. His men safely tucked away in the halls of Bregan D'aerthe, Jarlaxle had ordered a complete withdrawal of his forces.
Let the Chaos play out as it does back home. Thought Jarlaxle. Pity though, I had hoped to sell some more useful intell to the rest of those villainous suckers. Now, what should I drink of first...
Suddenly, the doors of Jarlaxle's halls were blasted open by the force of a drow being flung through them with tremendous force. A trail of blood and urine arcing through the air as the unfortunate dark elf guard flew majestically through the hall to land at Jarlaxle's feet. Within an instant every drow in the halls had a weapon drawn.
Those with a noble background levitated off the ground to relative safety. Those possessed with wizardly arts muttered arcane words of power and rent reality to do their bidding, whether it turn them invisible, make their skin hard as stone or ready a big flaming ball of explosive power. The remaining drow readied wicked blades and readied their hand crossbows loaded with deadly darts.
Jarlaxle moved Power Girl off his lap and flicked his wrist to ready a throwing knife. "Keep this safe if you would my dear," he asked, as he handed Power Girl his glass of wine and then drew one of the many wands from his vest. Pointing it at the figure who was slowly becoming visible as the dust from the carnage settled.
It was a gigantean being, that made the elven small stature look even more miniscule in comparison. It might have been considered human, except for terrible twin hooks the creature carried instead of forearms. Also, instead of anything that resembled a human head, a great phallus shaped thing lined with needle-like teeth emerged from the thing's neck stump.
Calling on their innate powers, the drow immediately lined the creature with harmless faerie fire, making the thing look even more badass due to it being on fire. Then the creature was enveloped in a sphere of darkness. Which was pointless, as the thing did not appear to have any eyes. Crossbows clicked and resounding thwacks indicated the creature had been hit. Blasts of magical energy streaked in to slay the nightmarish creature, creating ripples in reality and colors magnificent. However, the thing moved it's way across the room, seemingly unharmed, globe of darkness following in it's wake.
Drow quickly realized that entering that sphere meant death. Any drow that entered the darkness orb were thrown out in two or more pieces as sounds of tormented screams and tearing flesh where heard. Finally the creature stopped at a nearby table. Scraping sounds could be heard from within the darkness, as if the being was attempting to pick up an object off the table.
"Yep. Out of sugar. Mind if I borrow this cup?" asked the creature with a voice that made grown men weep in terror and find nightmares throughout the rest of their existence.
"Uh... Sure. Go ahead" replied Jarlaxle hesitantly.
"Very good, by the way, that Glock can use a higher magazine size if needed. The 10 round magazine comes standard, but I'd recommend the 33 round magazine." suggested the horror from which heads sprouted, and with that made it's way to the door. One dark elf foolishly tried to intercept the creature, but was soon thrown across the room to smear across the wall.
"Oh, yes..." said the creature as the globe of darkness dissipated and was now visible again, cup of sugar held in one hook hand. Turning it's head to face Jarlaxle, threat dripping from it's voice, suggested helpfully; "DON'T VOTE FOR ME AGAIN." And with that, it left.
Let the Chaos play out as it does back home. Thought Jarlaxle. Pity though, I had hoped to sell some more useful intell to the rest of those villainous suckers. Now, what should I drink of first...
Suddenly, the doors of Jarlaxle's halls were blasted open by the force of a drow being flung through them with tremendous force. A trail of blood and urine arcing through the air as the unfortunate dark elf guard flew majestically through the hall to land at Jarlaxle's feet. Within an instant every drow in the halls had a weapon drawn.
Those with a noble background levitated off the ground to relative safety. Those possessed with wizardly arts muttered arcane words of power and rent reality to do their bidding, whether it turn them invisible, make their skin hard as stone or ready a big flaming ball of explosive power. The remaining drow readied wicked blades and readied their hand crossbows loaded with deadly darts.
Jarlaxle moved Power Girl off his lap and flicked his wrist to ready a throwing knife. "Keep this safe if you would my dear," he asked, as he handed Power Girl his glass of wine and then drew one of the many wands from his vest. Pointing it at the figure who was slowly becoming visible as the dust from the carnage settled.
It was a gigantean being, that made the elven small stature look even more miniscule in comparison. It might have been considered human, except for terrible twin hooks the creature carried instead of forearms. Also, instead of anything that resembled a human head, a great phallus shaped thing lined with needle-like teeth emerged from the thing's neck stump.
Calling on their innate powers, the drow immediately lined the creature with harmless faerie fire, making the thing look even more badass due to it being on fire. Then the creature was enveloped in a sphere of darkness. Which was pointless, as the thing did not appear to have any eyes. Crossbows clicked and resounding thwacks indicated the creature had been hit. Blasts of magical energy streaked in to slay the nightmarish creature, creating ripples in reality and colors magnificent. However, the thing moved it's way across the room, seemingly unharmed, globe of darkness following in it's wake.
Drow quickly realized that entering that sphere meant death. Any drow that entered the darkness orb were thrown out in two or more pieces as sounds of tormented screams and tearing flesh where heard. Finally the creature stopped at a nearby table. Scraping sounds could be heard from within the darkness, as if the being was attempting to pick up an object off the table.
"Yep. Out of sugar. Mind if I borrow this cup?" asked the creature with a voice that made grown men weep in terror and find nightmares throughout the rest of their existence.
"Uh... Sure. Go ahead" replied Jarlaxle hesitantly.
"Very good, by the way, that Glock can use a higher magazine size if needed. The 10 round magazine comes standard, but I'd recommend the 33 round magazine." suggested the horror from which heads sprouted, and with that made it's way to the door. One dark elf foolishly tried to intercept the creature, but was soon thrown across the room to smear across the wall.
"Oh, yes..." said the creature as the globe of darkness dissipated and was now visible again, cup of sugar held in one hook hand. Turning it's head to face Jarlaxle, threat dripping from it's voice, suggested helpfully; "DON'T VOTE FOR ME AGAIN." And with that, it left.
Still got plenty of minions, but I'm beginning to worry...
