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Mafia XXVII: The Infection of Townston
So, judging by advanced math calculations (a > b) and grand technologies(an abacus)I have decided that the zombies have this one. Tonight's narration will be the finale. However, since I am fun, I will give one action to everyone still alive. Just send in something funny or awesome you want to happen and I will make it so (I reserve the right to say no if it's OP or kinda stupid). Oh, and zombies, if there is someone specific you want to take down, tell me. It`s been fun being the GM, but I guess my times coming to a close. Ah well. GM election thread Right here.
Night 6 aka final Narration
They ran. All who were left ran. Hakoshen led them, followed by poorboyblues and maru who were themselves followed by Retaya and Random. The were running from the hoard. They could hear their roars and hisses. From the pack, one was catching up. 1337 was running faster than rotted legs should carry. Hakoshen turned to face him. "Go on with out me!" Hak shouted to the other survivors, "I got this one!" He drew his spear and readied himself. He screamed at 1337 as he charged, skewering him onto the spear. However the raw force of 1337's running rocketed him down the length of the weapon. Within seconds, he was face to face with Hak. "Well… shit…"
[spoiler]Hakoshen the spartan vigilante has joined the hoard[/spoiler]
When they heard his scream, they ran faster. The survivors made it to the Townston clock tower (the only remaining structure of Jninja's administration). The climbed up the ladder, then destroyed it so no zombies could follow. Random seemed optimistic, "Don't worry guys! I'm sure zombies can't climb!" Poor boy looked out the window and grew quite grave, "um… looks like they ca-" Random cut him off immediately, "ZOMBIESCAN'TCLIMB!ZOMBIESCAN'TCLIMB!ZOMBIESCAN'TCLIMB!" Maru shook her head. They were done. With everyone's pre-death pessimism, no one noticed Retaya who was calling someone on a radio. "Oh, I see you now!" she said as a helicopter flew into view. It wore a Parasol logo. "See ya guys!" she shouted as she mounted the helicopter's ladder. "Wait!" Shouted maru, "Are you just going to leave us here?" Retaya smiled and let a dramatic pause flow in the air, "Yeah, no better way to take out witnesses than a nuke!" The others freaked out. "A NUKE?" Shouted poor boy, "Why?" Retaya stared at him like he'd asked something crazy. "Duh. To kill the zombies! I'm calling it when I get to the base!" As the helicopter dangled for its passenger's conversation, a zombie climbing the tower saw an opportunity. TFGM flung his rotted corpse with all his might, landing with a fwump on the Helicopter's tail. Retaya screamed "GET OFF! YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING!" When it became clear TFGM had no such intention, Retaya drew her gun. He looked up with large undead puppy-dog eyes, "I just wanted a taste!" She blew TFGM into chuncklettes.
[spoiler]TFGM the everlasting pardoner, bringer of bloodbaths, the Imperialist of Townston, first one to receive three titles, record holder of titles and the wearer of the green hat zombie has been crushed by big business[/spoiler]
As it so happened, one of the TFGM chunks made it into the rear rotter. With a sick groan, the blades failed, and the chopper went down.
[spoiler]We gotta black hawk down![/spoiler]
Retaya climbed from the wreckage and looked up with horror. Before her was the alpha omega. Parasol's pet. The beginning of this whole series of events, Mettaur the Case 0. He stood now 10 feet tall, the virus mutating him into some horrifying new form. His hands were now claws, his head shrunken into his torso, and a large eye ball sat in his right shoulder. He stood on a chariot made from the roof of the loot & hooch and it was pulled by several pigs. Truly it was an odd sight to behold. He pointed down at Retaya. "Begone." As he spoke, his claw doubled in size.
[spoiler]Retaya the dramatic man from parasol is gone[/spoiler]
Mettaur roared a war cry that his zombie minions resonated ever louder. He cried up to the last three "We are the Hoard. Surrender now! resistance is futile. You WILL be assimilated." As he made his threat, the bulk of his zombies made it in the windows. The survivors huddled together as the zombies stalked forth. Rokulily stood forward from the crowd and hissed in her witch voice "Come, yo would like being dead…" She swung at maru scratching her cheek and drawing blood. The sight of her own blood caused a drastic change in Maru. She drew her knife and charged at Rokulily shouting like a mad man and crying profusely. She tackled Rokulily and began to stab at her wildly, but Rokulily was not going to take the beating and with a mightly kick maru was flung back a few feat. Both hopped to their feet and stared at each other. A breeze blew through the tower, and then the two charged. A splash of blood was seen. Maru's hands flew to her neck, deep cuts now lined her throat.
[spoiler]Maru the last rager and paranoid pardoner died with four new hole across her neck[/spoiler]
Rokulily stood still. The breeze rolled through the tower again, toppling over Rokulily with the knife lodged nicely in her chest.
[spoiler]Rokulily the minister of cuteness and mayor witch was thoroughly stabbed[/spoiler]
The zombies continued to advance. "Well that was nice and all," poorboy said as he drew a pair of pistols, "but let me show you how to do it!" he unleashed a hail of bullets into the hoard. eight zombies fell, and he got GracehFaceh in the leg. As she went down, poorboy heard a monstrous scream. 1337 ran in, spear still in his abdomen, charging the two remaining survivors. The two just sidestepped as 1337, unable to stop, went clean out the window. Poorboy felt a pain run up his leg. He turned down to see that Graceh and dragged herself to him, his sidestepping bringing him right into bite range. "Dammit!"
[spoiler]Poorboyblues the Gunslinger has been turned[/spoiler]
Finally it was just Random. He looked to the hoard as it closed in. "I WON'T GIVE YOU THE SATISFACTION!" Random declared as he ran to the window. He stood on the windowsill and tried to flip of the hoard. After realizing that stick figures had no fingers, he jumped.
[spoiler]Randomdudeperson the confusing took the cowards way out[/spoiler]
With the town now fully infected, Mettaur rallied his troops, the new and the old. As the plague spread, the virus' power grew. Soon, even the recently dead were joining the ranks of the shambling horrors. With the entirety of Townston at his beck and call, Mettaur began his lifeless campaign across the world.
Mafia XXVII: The Infection of Townston has ended. Zombie victory!
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