Serial Killer Game 74: BETRAYAL AT THE CONSORTIA OF EVIL INTENT- Turn Six, Hero Step ( Death Post)
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Rest assured, the leader of the Soviet party still lives. All thanks to the patriotic soldiers of the USST.
"The prize pool went up by ~.2 trillion with one person dead since 75/20=3.75 and 75/19=~3.947"Fractral said:
-a note inexplicably in front of you
@Daedric Prince of knowledge, tentacles and math:
$75 Trillion / 19 = $3.947 trillion. The evil overlord is being nice and rounding up! Remember, Bad Pouch gets none of our cash.
@All the ladies:
Don't worry. Jarlaxle still lives for your viewing pleasure.
EDIT: And Ninja'd... NO ONE NINJAS A DARK ELF!!!!
EDIT #2: OH SHIT! I JUST NINJA'D THE OVERLORD!
$75 Trillion / 19 = $3.947 trillion. The evil overlord is being nice and rounding up! Remember, Bad Pouch gets none of our cash.
@All the ladies:
Don't worry. Jarlaxle still lives for your viewing pleasure.
EDIT: And Ninja'd... NO ONE NINJAS A DARK ELF!!!!
EDIT #2: OH SHIT! I JUST NINJA'D THE OVERLORD!
@SlowElf: "What about a ninja?" -mysterious note
@Overlord: "If you're the overlord, are you not taking a cut for yourself?" -mysterious note
@Overlord: "If you're the overlord, are you not taking a cut for yourself?" -mysterious note
"AHAHHAHA! All that money will be mine!" Red Rocket laughed while browsing porn, his primary source of fuel for his super power. And then suddenly, the power went out. "Shit, not again. I hope the fridge didn't lose power too, my deviled eggs are going to go bad. I wonder if this is that Hero guy they've been talking about, causing shit."
Getting up to go investigate, Red Rocket suddenly stopped. It was a high pitched wail. His nemesis, and greatest weakness next to too much booze. A crying baby. "Argh! I... can feel... my power draining..." Collapsing, when suddenly, stabbing! "Oh fuck that hurts!" Looking down, realizing his portable nuclear reactors had been breached. "Fu-"
Getting up to go investigate, Red Rocket suddenly stopped. It was a high pitched wail. His nemesis, and greatest weakness next to too much booze. A crying baby. "Argh! I... can feel... my power draining..." Collapsing, when suddenly, stabbing! "Oh fuck that hurts!" Looking down, realizing his portable nuclear reactors had been breached. "Fu-"
Does anyone else want the body? No? I'll take it then.
I've got a new theory to test out. DC circuit just sort of fried the last guy. Maybe AC will work instead? You always get the best data when the source is fresh...
*drags Red Rocket's body off to the underground lab*
I've got a new theory to test out. DC circuit just sort of fried the last guy. Maybe AC will work instead? You always get the best data when the source is fresh...
*drags Red Rocket's body off to the underground lab*
[HEADING=1]The Red Rocket has Sputtered Out, Now is the time... FOR REVENGE![/HEADING]
With Red Rocket dead, the rest of the roles may act. You have 48 hours from midnight, Dec 1st. to vote, and for some of you to use a power. After the 48 hours the Revenge step will close, and the stack to be processed down. After that one of you will be dead. Good riddance.
Red Rocket was an Infiltrator.
With Red Rocket dead, the rest of the roles may act. You have 48 hours from midnight, Dec 1st. to vote, and for some of you to use a power. After the 48 hours the Revenge step will close, and the stack to be processed down. After that one of you will be dead. Good riddance.
Red Rocket was an Infiltrator.
Jux said:"AHAHHAHA! All that money will be mine!" Red Rocket laughed while browsing porn, his primary source of fuel for his super power. And then suddenly, the power went out. "Shit, not again. I hope the fridge didn't lose power too, my deviled eggs are going to go bad. I wonder if this is that Hero guy they've been talking about, causing shit."
Getting up to go investigate, Red Rocket suddenly stopped. It was a high pitched wail. His nemesis, and greatest weakness next to too much booze. A crying baby. "Argh! I... can feel... my power draining..." Collapsing, when suddenly, stabbing! "Oh fuck that hurts!" Looking down, realizing his portable nuclear reactors had been breached. "Fu-"
Red Rocket definitely looks different not in HD..
Dang.
Wish I could take a basic idea and turn it into a full-fledged character design like that. You may not consider it full fledged, but I would.
;.;
Wish I could take a basic idea and turn it into a full-fledged character design like that. You may not consider it full fledged, but I would.
;.;
Creeping through the shadowy lair of the consortia of evil intent, a small patrol of dark elves came across the body of Red Rocket. After stabbing it a few extra times to confirm it was dead the patrol made it's way back to Zedic, Lieutenant for the dark elf mercenary band, Bregan D'aerthe . Zedic sighed, this was the fourth bit of bad news he would have to convey back to Jarlaxle. Calling upon his arcane powers, Zedic flung himself through time and space to a pocket dimension where Jarlaxle made his home.
Upon arrival Jarlaxle was sitting at his desk toying with something he had found in the human world.
"It's called a handgun" said Jarlaxle pointing it at a stuffed kobold, "Not exactly subtle, but rather satisfying to use."
"Sir, we've had reports there's been a murder amongst the consortium of villainy. Red Rocket is dead" stated Zedic with military discipline.
I'm going to have to work on this one. Thought Jarlaxle, Needs to remove the polearm from his nether regions.
"Yes, I had half expected that. Bad Couch or something was it? Not my problem. My role in this consortium was to provide the foot soldiers and... Convince the lady heroes that villainy was the way to go." sighed Jarlaxle, in fond memories of converting a particularly fiery and particularly eager red-headed super-heroine.
"Sir, that is not the biggest problem. Two of our patrols were wiped out by a particularly insane pink haired woman with a... What do they call it? Sub-Machine Gun?"
"I like my women, like I like my coke. Shooting up all around the room. Although I do prefer the purple haired type."
"Uhh.. Yes sir. We've also lost a patrol to a gang of heavyset hippo creatures wielding those pistols you're so fond of."
Jarlaxle frowned at this. He was under the impression that the gang leader, Phat Hippity Beatz, would support Bregan D'aerthe in their accumulation of wealth, drugs and hookers. Or at least stay out of his way. Jarlaxle waved this information aside. It was unfortunate, but not unforseen. He would deal with the Hippo when the time came.
"Finally there's MECHA-STALIN sir." Zedic paused at this, as he saw the fury mounting in Jarlaxe's face. Quickly composing himself, Jarlaxe motioned Zedic to continue, "He has corrupted around twenty of Bregan D'aerthe with promises of cybernetic 'enhancement' and mechanical sex robots. Reports are also coming back that his mega mecha moustache hides a nuclear arsenal."
"Bah, the only arsenal I'm worried about is whose I'll spank next. Very well, run interference on the Robot communist. I want men gathering intelligence, not running around getting killed. One of those idiots has to be working for or with the Bad Paunch, find out who and we will see if we can get the others to eliminate him."
"Yes sir." Zedic saluted and passed through the dimensional door back to reality. Jarlaxle sighed in resignation. This was not going according to plan, he had hoped his trip to this dimension would be a nice vacation for thirty or so years and then could go back to Menzoberranzan and make a tidy profit after an absence of his band. Whoever this Bad Pouch was, he was going to rue the day he messed with Jarlaxle.
Upon arrival Jarlaxle was sitting at his desk toying with something he had found in the human world.
"It's called a handgun" said Jarlaxle pointing it at a stuffed kobold, "Not exactly subtle, but rather satisfying to use."
"Sir, we've had reports there's been a murder amongst the consortium of villainy. Red Rocket is dead" stated Zedic with military discipline.
I'm going to have to work on this one. Thought Jarlaxle, Needs to remove the polearm from his nether regions.
"Yes, I had half expected that. Bad Couch or something was it? Not my problem. My role in this consortium was to provide the foot soldiers and... Convince the lady heroes that villainy was the way to go." sighed Jarlaxle, in fond memories of converting a particularly fiery and particularly eager red-headed super-heroine.
"Sir, that is not the biggest problem. Two of our patrols were wiped out by a particularly insane pink haired woman with a... What do they call it? Sub-Machine Gun?"
"I like my women, like I like my coke. Shooting up all around the room. Although I do prefer the purple haired type."
"Uhh.. Yes sir. We've also lost a patrol to a gang of heavyset hippo creatures wielding those pistols you're so fond of."
Jarlaxle frowned at this. He was under the impression that the gang leader, Phat Hippity Beatz, would support Bregan D'aerthe in their accumulation of wealth, drugs and hookers. Or at least stay out of his way. Jarlaxle waved this information aside. It was unfortunate, but not unforseen. He would deal with the Hippo when the time came.
"Finally there's MECHA-STALIN sir." Zedic paused at this, as he saw the fury mounting in Jarlaxe's face. Quickly composing himself, Jarlaxe motioned Zedic to continue, "He has corrupted around twenty of Bregan D'aerthe with promises of cybernetic 'enhancement' and mechanical sex robots. Reports are also coming back that his mega mecha moustache hides a nuclear arsenal."
"Bah, the only arsenal I'm worried about is whose I'll spank next. Very well, run interference on the Robot communist. I want men gathering intelligence, not running around getting killed. One of those idiots has to be working for or with the Bad Paunch, find out who and we will see if we can get the others to eliminate him."
"Yes sir." Zedic saluted and passed through the dimensional door back to reality. Jarlaxle sighed in resignation. This was not going according to plan, he had hoped his trip to this dimension would be a nice vacation for thirty or so years and then could go back to Menzoberranzan and make a tidy profit after an absence of his band. Whoever this Bad Pouch was, he was going to rue the day he messed with Jarlaxle.
@AWolfWho'sPrettyWaryButNotVeryWaryOfSillyGun-RelatedFacts I think she was holding an MP5, which is a submachine gun.