Going to shout the "he MUST be evil" shtick all the way down TFGM?That is my thing. But it isn't must be evil anymore it is must be evil or a bad mayor. You let a vig go around killing bodyguards. Thus evil or not good mayor. You really need to rein in those vigs ;D
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The smart thing to do would have been to ask who the body guards were. I had assumed you would start collaborating with me. Ah well, too late now. All thats left is to drown in the wave of blood thats acomin. Figures, my attempt to be a great mayor crashed and burned.Hard to rein in what I never had. Once again, all I ever got was Salsa's. Also "Most be evil"… Um… I'll just… ok, thats just awkward what you said there.I told you who I was day two.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.Kinda sounds like a creepy version of the lost room. Also sounds epic.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.…
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
Bitchin…
NIGHT THREE NARR
A long night was just beginning, and most Marvels were drunk again. At the regular bar, Deadpool's favorite hangout, a couple of 'em were drinking as much as possible, just to get over the loss they had experienced the last couple of days. Deadpools drinking buddy was Nick Fury, after losing his other eye drinking was all Fury did.
"So, blind man, shall I pour another?"
"Why yes, ugly man, pour another." Was Nick's witty retort.
"Did you just call me ugly?" Deadpool said, stabbing Nick in the throath, with a sharp object he found in a bucket of ice, multiple times.
"Well, I did, but what do I know?" Nick tried to say, not able to anymore because his vocal cords had been severed.
"Barkeep, another beer, and bring me some chimichanga's!" Deadpool shouted at the fat man behind the bar. Sipping from his beer Deadpool slowly watched Nick die.
[spoiler]Salsa the marvel nick fury died. [/spoiler]
Suddenly a bomb went off in Deadpools drink, green light seeped into Deadpools brain, exploding it from the inside out. A demonic, gruesome act.
[spoiler]But then it grew back.[/spoiler]
Another bomb went off, also inside Deadpools head.
[spoiler]And it didn't even grow back.
Deadpool the Marvel Dark Avenger Niccea got Ba'bombed.[/spoiler]
Not far from the bar, Bizarro was flying again, a blur of purple and malice. He was looking for a big red, yellow, green robot named the vision. And he found him, looking at the television and trying to 'Dock' with some of the TV'many holes.
"Oh, poop." Vision called out as Bizarro beat off his metallic head in no less than thirteen punches… Bizzaro soon bored with the game, flew off into the darkness, ready to lead his troops.
After a few minutes Vision got back up, sighing heavily and quite upset that he got hurt a bit.
Spider-Man was wearing his cool, NOIR, costume again acting all smug and beating up bad guys.
After a long night of skulking in the shadows, he returned home, knowing that there would be a beautiful woman waiting for him. Suddenly his wife turned into a random stranger, a man with a big white smile and a smug look on his face, as if he had been living the good life. The random stranger started stabbing Spider-Shirk seventy two times.
[spoiler]Shirkersama the Marvel Marvel Spider-Man (NOIR) is dead. And Seventy2 did it.[/spoiler]
Back at the DC base all the DC's joined together, to celebrate that none of them had died yet. Batman and the Green Lantern where enjoying a glass of chardonay together, when The lantern started boasting about his upcomin movie.
"You know it's fanmade right?" Batman told Hal.
"At least there ain't no Adam West in it." Hal responded.
"Never mention ADAM GODDAMN WEST!" Batman shouted, throwing his whole arsenal of batarangs at an unsuspecting Hal Jordan.
[spoiler]
AlwinBot the Green Lantern Mad Bomber died.[/spoiler]
"Oops." Batman concluded, soon after rejoining the celebrations of only one of them dying.
END OF NIGHT 3
START OF DAY 4
Nothing happened.
START OF NIGHT 4
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