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Mafia XVII - The Madness Continues.
well, i promised i would since it really was a fitting role for tfgm so here it is! also adds to the spookiness for halloween.I like that title. TFGM "A fitting mad hatter."
Also salsa, i use faber castell markers. my friend once let me use her prismas and it was like MAGIC ON CRACK. But i draw alot and can only afford fabers, which are still pretty good! you can get them at pearls- i always have to replace my blacks.
Narration!
Finally after all of that hard work and countless challenges, the duelist had won. Feeling particularly proud of himself, the duelist took the piece of cloth, he had managed to rip of seventy2's parachute and place it on a decorative board. After mounting it over his bed, the sleepy warrior decided to have his rest and placed his head on his pillow. The fluffy headrest let of a loud click and the bedroom ceased to exist along with the Duelist and his trophy.
[spoiler]Gullas the Duelist with the Healing Hands is no more![/spoiler]
Salsa was having a hard time in the bathroom. He shouldn't have had that extra helping of Chili con carne last night.
"Yub…" he said with a strained voice "… this is the big one."
The outside wall to the bathroom blew away in a massive explosion, the toilet bomb had just gone off.
Rushing to the scene first was Pastel, all ready to help.
"Is everyone injured in here?" she asked and started to look over the rubble.
"RAAARG! It was you, wasn't it!?!" screamed the angry hand that plowed through the debris and snapped the fragile neck that it got around.
[spoiler]Pastel the Paramedic is dead.
The Raging Berserker is on the loose![/spoiler]
"This is the song that doesn't end,
Yes, it goes on and on, my friend.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
and they'll continue singing it forever just because…
This is the song that never ends,
Yes, it goes on and on, my friend…"
"Wow…. that's annoying" said the test subject as the Mad Scientist finish his rectal examination.
"You mean my lab mice?" said the scientist. "Yeah… one of my failed experiments. I was trying to grant them the power of speech but all they ever do is singing that stupid song in an endless loop."
After giving the test subject a suppository containing experimental chemicals, the subject felt overwhelming rush before passing out.
Suddenly the berserker crashes through the wall, charging the doctor.
"Señor Shakespeare! Get him!" ordered the Mad Scientist as he activated the unicycle riding android.
It sprung to live to attack Salsa "To be or not to be. That is the question. ¡Nadie cuenta con la inquisicin española!"
"I HATE FRENCH!" shouted the berserker and pummeled the robot. After having it's limbs torn off, the android was thrown into the cage containing the mice. 42 singing critters ran off through the hole on the wall while continuing:
"Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
and they'll continue singing it forever just because…"
"My mice! No! What has science done!" cried the scientist.
"I hate singing critters!" roared Salsa before running after the mice as they dispersed in the streets.
"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him. Y ahora para algo totalmente diferente." said the robot before shutting off.
With that the test subject woke up, all pent up as if he had just drunken a gallon of coffee. "Wowwhatarushheyyourplaceisamessyoureallyshouldcleanitupanywaysigottogolotsofplacestoseeandthingstodoallrightythenbye" he said before rushing out of the door like a lightning.
[spoiler]Señor Shakespeare the android is dead!
This power has been granted to one of the villagers in Townston:
Hyperactive:
Whatever powers you may have, you're now allowed to perform them twice as often.[/spoiler]
"So how does that work?" asked crocty while poking the control panel on the military helicopter with keen interest.
"Don't touch that. It's classified information and I really have to ask you to leave the helicopter" stated the Air Force Pararescueman.
Crocty had been bothering him ever since he landed after the parachute duel.
"Ooh what does that do?" kept Crocty going as he pulled on some levers.
Suddenly the copter rocks to the side with a loud bang.
"I didn't do that!" yelped Crocty before noticing the side door being ripped open.
"I HATE VEHICLES THAT'S BEEN PARKED IN MY WAY!" shouted Salsa as he attacked the soldier, knocking him unconscious.
With a startled shriek, Crocty starts frantically pushing some buttons in hopes that one of them might activate knockout gas or something similar. The Berserker gets a hold on him just as he managed to start up the engine.
As he's thrown out of the copter, Crocty looks for his pocket for anything to defend himself with.
"Foul beast… ehm have at thee!" he said as he pulled out a rubber chicken.
"I HATE THAT STUPID GAG!" said Salsa and threw Crocty into the spinning propellers, providing the vehicle with a new paint job.
[spoiler]Crocty the Copycat is dead![/spoiler]
"Ohmygodigotplacestogoandthingstodosomuchtodosomanytokill…" continued the hyperactive mobster as he rushed through the town as if a rocket was in his pants.
He finally found his target at Salsa's bombed house but realized that she'd had her neck all twisted and was already dead.
"Hey! Who are you?" said a voice as a person emerged from the partially bombed house. GarBonzo had been investigating the scene.
"Ohgoodicankillyouinsteadnowcomeoverhereanddielikeapropercorpse…" rambled the mobster as he attacked GarBonzo.
The vigilante traveled further in the house while the pepped up killer chased him. Once in the house the mobster looked around to find his victim.
"Over here!" Said GarBonzo standing inside a door frame as he kicked down the last support beam in the room.
The roof collapsed over the mobster killing him instantly.
[spoiler]Waff the hyperactive Godfather is dead.[/spoiler]
"THIS LIGHT POST IS INFURIATING!" Said the berserker as he bull-rushed the poll, knocking the light out in the street.
At that moment he heard someone slam a door.
"CAN'T YOU KEEP QUIET!" roared Salsa as he shifted his focus towards the townie that had just left his house.
"Sorry. I have to slam the door for the lock to click." explained the villager only to realize that the berserker wasn't listening and was charging towards him.
"You leave my brother alone!" screamed someone and discharged his flamethrower at Salsa.
The scorching flames charred the flesh of his bones before falling on the ground.
[spoiler]Salsa the Raging Berserker is dead.[/spoiler]
Night 4 is over.
Day 5 has begun.
Well, now that i'm the only paramedic left i think its time to say hello.
Good people of townstons! I am jack the friendly ripper. I have protected many of you- the first night garbonzobean(sorry, i was no match for the twins), second night kitty(i switched from seacow last second), third night seacow(you're welcome), and forth night hark.
I said i would do my best for this town, and i worked towards it. I promised pictures, i made pictures(there will be more). People said this game was frustrating and i made it a bit more interesting. Niccea was more in charge of actual mayoring anyway.
At this time i would like to invite the living neutrals to my side. I know everybodies role anyway so your pretty much out in the open. And i would like to thank hark and tfgm. thank you guys for keeping my secret!
Interesting. Well I feel played. I told hark to do a background check on pastel and then assured Crocty that she was the fake. That would mean…
Our final mafia is either ParkerFarker or Therealtj. Maybe randomdudeperson, but I don't think so.
So, is it a race to the finish? Kill the mafia and then duke it out?
Interesting. Well I feel played. I told hark to do a background check on pastel and then assured Crocty that she was the fake. That would mean…
Our final mafia is either ParkerFarker or Therealtj. Maybe randomdudeperson, but I don't think so.
So, is it a race to the finish? Kill the mafia and then duke it out?
i did tell you to leave pastel alone for now, a fair warning was given
also if you want rid of the twins we should do that soon, who wants what- twins, mafia, or somebody else
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