Starcraft Game (RPG). The end! Disscussion time.
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I sincerely apologise for the intrusion chaps, but I'd just like to ask that more of these happen in future. A good old roleplay is good fun and I'd like to join in on any future ones. Will leave you alone now.
*Happens to be in the same place as the conversation between the previous two guys*
"Even though..."
*Slow dramatic turn towards P.R.*
"You're type are pretty sneaky, what with that telepathy and invisiblity and all, how do we know that you ain't been sneaking 'round this base?"
*points finger at him*
"How do we know you aren't playing mind games with us, and just lying about not being about to sense the killer? Cause you very well could be!"
*Menacing finger shake*
"Truthfully it may be that I'm just way too superstitious...Probably got the right guy this time; forgot to take my pills this morning. Yes, yes that must be it."
*Walks away to garage to work on his Goliath*
"Even though..."
*Slow dramatic turn towards P.R.*
"You're type are pretty sneaky, what with that telepathy and invisiblity and all, how do we know that you ain't been sneaking 'round this base?"
*points finger at him*
"How do we know you aren't playing mind games with us, and just lying about not being about to sense the killer? Cause you very well could be!"
*Menacing finger shake*
"Truthfully it may be that I'm just way too superstitious...Probably got the right guy this time; forgot to take my pills this morning. Yes, yes that must be it."
*Walks away to garage to work on his Goliath*
*Rob sits and works on the Goliath, working to replace the missing parts and upgrade his outdated computer tracking system*
"Dis bit goes 'ere and this bit goes der..."
*Accidentally touches wrong wires together*
~CHzzkZAP~
*Falls down, then laughs in spite of the pain, then climbs back up and continues to fix his beautiful machine. He's never trusted anyone before, and he won't start now. Just him and his machine*
"Dis bit goes 'ere and this bit goes der..."
*Accidentally touches wrong wires together*
~CHzzkZAP~
*Falls down, then laughs in spite of the pain, then climbs back up and continues to fix his beautiful machine. He's never trusted anyone before, and he won't start now. Just him and his machine*
Grabs Rob's finger gentally.
"Haha. Silly Goliath pilot. It probably was me. There's no way you could of known. Hahaha. Anyway, the killer's dead. Let him rest with a bullet in his skull!"
"Haha. Silly Goliath pilot. It probably was me. There's no way you could of known. Hahaha. Anyway, the killer's dead. Let him rest with a bullet in his skull!"
Third Murder:
It has been three days after the last lynching. Killion is finally at his feet again and can talk without dribbling. The doc?s first-rate job on him had him up and studying books in no time.
P.R sat at his desk, rifle in pieces. He was just finishing the last little bits of cleaning to it. He loved his gun and named it ?Sally?. He heard a creak in the floor behind him. A sound that only a bat could hear. Suddenly with quick reflexes he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the figure stalking him. He finally gazed upon the killers face, they were wrong!
?You??
The Ghost felt strange, he wasn?t moving as fast as he should have. Before he had the chance to pull his trigger, the figure had whacked him over the head with a blunt object.
The next morning the crew awoke. They noticed that P.R was missing.
?He?s a Ghost. He?s most likely climbing on the roof or standing in front of us with his cloak on just to spy on us,? Larenxis told the crew.
Rob Inglis came out of the Ghost?s room holding the C-10?s gun barrel looking at it, ?Guys, why is P.R?s gun in pieces all over the floor??
?You know Ghosts tend to kill people who touch their guns,? Killion told Rob.
The Goliath pilot dropped the gun piece as if it had aids and kicked it back into the room.
People were in a good mood today for the fact that the murderer had been judged. Everyone thought they were a lot safer now. Then Staff Sgt Band ran inside.
?Goddamn it! We need a doctor. Where?s Larenxis?!?
He led everyone outside. Parts of the battlefield were still smoldering. The crew had managed to cart away all the human corpses for pick up when the fleet arrives, but there was still a lot of wrecked vehicles and dead Protoss that lay there that no one would bother to clean up.
The crew looked upon the corpse of P.R strung out across the side of a crashed Terran Dropship. A symbol that no one was going anywhere. To the left hand side of the body written in red was the words, ?TRY AGAIN?
Everyone?s hope sank. They had already killed two innocent people looking for this traitor and now he had gone onto killing a Ghost! The person they were dealing with was far more dangerous then they were letting on.
Rules:
Damnit. I?m out. The killer is still at large so time to get voting once more.
It has been three days after the last lynching. Killion is finally at his feet again and can talk without dribbling. The doc?s first-rate job on him had him up and studying books in no time.
P.R sat at his desk, rifle in pieces. He was just finishing the last little bits of cleaning to it. He loved his gun and named it ?Sally?. He heard a creak in the floor behind him. A sound that only a bat could hear. Suddenly with quick reflexes he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the figure stalking him. He finally gazed upon the killers face, they were wrong!
?You??
The Ghost felt strange, he wasn?t moving as fast as he should have. Before he had the chance to pull his trigger, the figure had whacked him over the head with a blunt object.
The next morning the crew awoke. They noticed that P.R was missing.
?He?s a Ghost. He?s most likely climbing on the roof or standing in front of us with his cloak on just to spy on us,? Larenxis told the crew.
Rob Inglis came out of the Ghost?s room holding the C-10?s gun barrel looking at it, ?Guys, why is P.R?s gun in pieces all over the floor??
?You know Ghosts tend to kill people who touch their guns,? Killion told Rob.
The Goliath pilot dropped the gun piece as if it had aids and kicked it back into the room.
People were in a good mood today for the fact that the murderer had been judged. Everyone thought they were a lot safer now. Then Staff Sgt Band ran inside.
?Goddamn it! We need a doctor. Where?s Larenxis?!?
He led everyone outside. Parts of the battlefield were still smoldering. The crew had managed to cart away all the human corpses for pick up when the fleet arrives, but there was still a lot of wrecked vehicles and dead Protoss that lay there that no one would bother to clean up.
The crew looked upon the corpse of P.R strung out across the side of a crashed Terran Dropship. A symbol that no one was going anywhere. To the left hand side of the body written in red was the words, ?TRY AGAIN?
Everyone?s hope sank. They had already killed two innocent people looking for this traitor and now he had gone onto killing a Ghost! The person they were dealing with was far more dangerous then they were letting on.
Rules:
Damnit. I?m out. The killer is still at large so time to get voting once more.
*Rob runs in after hearting all the commotion*
"What the hell is going on---NO WAY!"
*He stares at the ghost with a completely shocked look*
"So...he isn't the killer? Geez. I was completely wrong."
"What the hell is going on---NO WAY!"
*He stares at the ghost with a completely shocked look*
"So...he isn't the killer? Geez. I was completely wrong."
*Galt and Futar come out of teh base onto the battlefield, their search for the bomb yielding nothing.*
"What the hell is going on out here? We found something in the ship?"
*The expression on Band's face tells him something has gone wrong.*
"God Damnit! I thought for sure that damn engineer was the killer...alright, listen, if the killer wrote this in blood, then there's a good chance we can get a pretty good idea of who the murderer is. Just give me the body and I can run some tests."
"What the hell is going on out here? We found something in the ship?"
*The expression on Band's face tells him something has gone wrong.*
"God Damnit! I thought for sure that damn engineer was the killer...alright, listen, if the killer wrote this in blood, then there's a good chance we can get a pretty good idea of who the murderer is. Just give me the body and I can run some tests."
*Rob hauls body over to where Galt Directs him*
"Here ya go, one fresh body..." (said with a hint of sad irony)
"Here ya go, one fresh body..." (said with a hint of sad irony)
*Futar sniffs at the body, Galt rams the minion's face into the cart.*
"Down! Alright, just give me a few hours and I'll see what I can find."
*Galt retires to his quarters and implants the body in the examination tube.*
"Looks like even the lead spook couldn't avoid death. Just a shame all this happened, nothing on this rock worth going through all this trouble, all this death. Christ, I hope will all end soon."
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*Hours later, Galt is working at his desk, the body still floating in the tank. The tests won't be complete until he can get a tissue sample from every one of the survivors. However, based on previous experience, anyone faced with suspicion reacts violently, he'd have to act alone on this one.*
"Anyone of them is liable to pull a gun on me as soon as I show up with my scalpel. I'm not going in unarmed."
*With that he holstered the pistol he had taken from P.R.'s corpse. He snuck into the med bay and grabbed a canister of nerve gas and a rebreather. With his cargo, he stepped over to the central vent shaft and tossed the can inside.*
"Hmm...should be enough to keep them still for an hour or so, better act fast, it's not desirable to be caught like this."
*And so he strode into the main barracks of the station, scalpel in hand and the greenish smoke filling the halls.*
"Down! Alright, just give me a few hours and I'll see what I can find."
*Galt retires to his quarters and implants the body in the examination tube.*
"Looks like even the lead spook couldn't avoid death. Just a shame all this happened, nothing on this rock worth going through all this trouble, all this death. Christ, I hope will all end soon."
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*Hours later, Galt is working at his desk, the body still floating in the tank. The tests won't be complete until he can get a tissue sample from every one of the survivors. However, based on previous experience, anyone faced with suspicion reacts violently, he'd have to act alone on this one.*
"Anyone of them is liable to pull a gun on me as soon as I show up with my scalpel. I'm not going in unarmed."
*With that he holstered the pistol he had taken from P.R.'s corpse. He snuck into the med bay and grabbed a canister of nerve gas and a rebreather. With his cargo, he stepped over to the central vent shaft and tossed the can inside.*
"Hmm...should be enough to keep them still for an hour or so, better act fast, it's not desirable to be caught like this."
*And so he strode into the main barracks of the station, scalpel in hand and the greenish smoke filling the halls.*
*CPL was sitting in a dark corner with his cloaking device on. He felt an unknown emotion... he was nervous. The only men he had felt any comradery with were gone. During his emotional outbreak, the dampening field on his telepathy stuttered for a moment. A single word went blasting throught he halls. Invilisble and silent, but loud as lightening inside the minds of the survivors.*
"Rob."
OOC - Voting for our overfriendly goliath pilot.
"Rob."
OOC - Voting for our overfriendly goliath pilot.
Larenxis was trying to get some rest as the green gas spilled into the room.
"Oh great," he said, before taking a deep breath and running to the sick bay. He grabbed a rebreather and the pistol he kept in the second drawer from the top. Strapping on the mask and cocking his gun, he wished he had something clever to say.
"Oh great," he said, before taking a deep breath and running to the sick bay. He grabbed a rebreather and the pistol he kept in the second drawer from the top. Strapping on the mask and cocking his gun, he wished he had something clever to say.
*Galt leaned over the sleeping form of Inglis, his scalpel slightly brushing his face.*
"Ah...Inglis, our dear pilot. Too many blackouts to be ruled out as the killer, too friendly to be trusted. I don't even see why I bother with this. \Once the others think they've got the killer, they'll slam down the trap on his little head. As long as I'm never suspected in these trials, I should be safe. Only thing worse than a mob is an irrational mob who thinks they've got their scapegoat."
"Ah...Inglis, our dear pilot. Too many blackouts to be ruled out as the killer, too friendly to be trusted. I don't even see why I bother with this. \Once the others think they've got the killer, they'll slam down the trap on his little head. As long as I'm never suspected in these trials, I should be safe. Only thing worse than a mob is an irrational mob who thinks they've got their scapegoat."
*Rob swipes his face after the scalpel crosses over, as one would swat a fly. The gas causes him dreams of prophecy, or maybe just a normal run of the running mill dream*
~Dream~
He sits in a chair barely able to move. He was once big, but not anymore. He can hear the machinery in the place, controlling those around him. The others take no notice of his silence, for he has been mute as long as they can remember. He hears them playing cards, one man scamming all the others of their cigarettes. He wins and wins, until they want to leave, then lets them win a hand or two to get their confidence back. The pyramids of cigarettes grow ever bigger around them until he has all but one from each man. Then, they all quickly win their worth back. He doesn't even try to fool himself in to believing they believe him. A good con-man know to give give the people what they want. They leaving with great confidence even though they know they did not win their rights backs fairly. Then a fog rolls in, and everything slows down. He loses sight of those around him. He doesn't know what it means. He just sits and watches.
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EDIT
IF anyone's who's in the game is reading this, we need more people to do stuff, not just me and Galt)
~Dream~
He sits in a chair barely able to move. He was once big, but not anymore. He can hear the machinery in the place, controlling those around him. The others take no notice of his silence, for he has been mute as long as they can remember. He hears them playing cards, one man scamming all the others of their cigarettes. He wins and wins, until they want to leave, then lets them win a hand or two to get their confidence back. The pyramids of cigarettes grow ever bigger around them until he has all but one from each man. Then, they all quickly win their worth back. He doesn't even try to fool himself in to believing they believe him. A good con-man know to give give the people what they want. They leaving with great confidence even though they know they did not win their rights backs fairly. Then a fog rolls in, and everything slows down. He loses sight of those around him. He doesn't know what it means. He just sits and watches.
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EDIT
IF anyone's who's in the game is reading this, we need more people to do stuff, not just me and Galt)
"Good to see you've found me. At least someone in this building isn't a complete half-wit."
*Galt slowly turns around, the scalpel in one hand, the pistol in another.*
"Don't worry, the gas won't kill them, just help them get a good nights sleep. I just needed them to be out for a while so I can gather some samples and run the tests on the body. I doubt I'd get the same results if I went around asking for handouts, they've been awefully jumpy lately."
*Galt slowly turns around, the scalpel in one hand, the pistol in another.*
"Don't worry, the gas won't kill them, just help them get a good nights sleep. I just needed them to be out for a while so I can gather some samples and run the tests on the body. I doubt I'd get the same results if I went around asking for handouts, they've been awefully jumpy lately."
Larenxis loosened his grip on the pistol. "We should've grouped everyone in a room to test them. We could've seen who was not willing to give up a sample, and perhaps get a clue. Although I suppose no murders will occur while they're sleeping..." Larenxis raised an eyebrow at Galt. "Where's your minion?"
"Futar's in the lab, the gas may kill him but it's no matter, I'll just make a new one. Also, grouping them into one room would do nothing, anyone faced with suspiscion, murderer or not, will react violently, we can't take that kind of chance."
*Galt walks over to Larenxis and scrapes off a thin layer of skin.*
"If all goes well, I'll have the results back soon enough to prevent any more unneeded deaths."
*Galt walks over to Larenxis and scrapes off a thin layer of skin.*
"If all goes well, I'll have the results back soon enough to prevent any more unneeded deaths."