Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Quaetam on Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:33 pm

Thunder smashed and lightning flared.  The fury of the tempest lit the world, shook the forsaken land to its core.  Each flash of lightning, pall of thunder, gave the land sanity, but that was nothing to the darkness and emptiness that followed.  And the city shook with the blows of thunder, drowned pummeled in a sea of untold droplets. It was as if the land was collapsing around them, fading into the darkness.  The very world was being rent apart by the storm.  They stood on an island amongst a sea of decay.   The fog crept about the three who basked in the ominous shade of the dark tower.  

“Enough,” said Relmitos as he stepped out of the fog, stepped into the arena that lit once more by a flash of light.  He looked from td260 to Eisen, back to td, and tossed the useless gun aside.  For a second all was still.  

“So, it's between us. Alright then. This is it, right here. This will end now, tonight. ”  

And he pointed past them, to the ebony tower.

“But the true enemy is not among us, the greatest threat is not from within.  Let us cast aside our differences and strike down the usurper who deems himself a deity.”

Td260 scoffed, and glared at his opponent,  “I have no need for talk of gods and demons- have they made an effort to help me? NO. Why dwell on the heavens when there is scum on the earth?”

“What irony,” said Eisen, “such words spoken from the mouth of one who preys on the weak, one who seeks to strike down the silent in desperation at such a time when we can’t afford a mistake—“

“ENOUGH!”

Td and Eisen both stopped, and turned.  Relmitos stood before them, cool, collected rage in his eyes.

“Enough.  There is a bigger man here, something larger at play.  We have to put aside our differences and work together.  For too long we have strived for peace in a world that has known nothing but war.   For too long has such a dream been achieved only to be shattered again.  And why?  Because there is always someone there to shatter us.  There is always the man in the shadows, the man with the golden gun, he who moves the pieces on the chessboard, and for too long have we festered under his control.”

Relmitos, fist clenched before him, spoke to the two fighters, and their gazes softened, their minds opened, “Perhaps it’s time for black and white to unite against the chessmaster.  Perhaps light must be cast into those shadows.  This is our world, not his.  Whatever future lies ahead can be shaped by our strength of will.  There is no fate but what we make, so let us make this world ours.”

“We do not need a god to take us by the hand,” td acknowledged, “We shall be the masters of our own destiny!”

And finally, Eisen capitulated, nodding his head.  They turned, as one, putting aside their differences, and faced the tower, as the fog seemed to part around them, as the song from ages past rose from the mist and enveloped them.  They stood in the face of a wrathful god, ready to take control of their lives, to at last wrestle this world away from his icy grip.  And for the first time their minds were filled not with despair, not with the agonizing pangs of the inevitable, but with hope.  Hope for a better world, hope for a future that would be created not by the whims of a manipulative, malignant deity, but of their own strength.

Strength in their eyes, resolve in their hearts, they entered the spire.

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The Drowning of the Dawn

Post  Quaetam on Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:46 pm

The pall of the thunder against the steel and concrete shook the city to its core. The fog swirled even as the rain pierced it and the lightning flared, reminding the survivors of the reality of their world. The miasma and the buildings seemed to merge, sense becoming nonsense, logic dissolving into entropy. Their senses dissolved into nothing, the sights and sounds of the world blended into one amalgamation, the very ground at their feet losing all tangibility. Each step felt like a thousand foot plummet, unsure, weightless, in freefall between the earth and some untold hell. They could not tell whether they marched onward or plummeted, weightless. Yet onward they moved, their resolve unabated.

Eventually they reached the sole point of solidity, a blackness deeper than the fog, the ebony tower that pierced the heavens. Relmitos stopped at the threshold, and the other two followed suit.

Ahead was a void.

Within the doorway lay blackness so deep the flare of the lightning could not penetrate it. Relmitos raised his hand, lifted it past the opening, and held it before his face. There was nothing. He curled his fingers. No sign of movement. The darkness was absolute. He looked back at the two who stood behind him. The flash of lightning revealed nothing but grim recognition in their eyes, acceptance of what lay ahead. They crossed the threshold.

The door to the ebony tower shut behind them, and they were cut off from the world.

Inside, the silence, the gloom, was oppressing. They had departed nature and entered a void beyond reckoning. For an instant all seemed dark; it seemed that they had walked off the earth and plunged into the abyss below. Then their eyes adjusted.

The walls, the floor, the arching ceiling were all formed of a dark stone, eerily smooth, somehow well-kept long past its time of use. A green light glowed from some unknown source, reflecting off of the obsidian tiles, casting a gloomy shade throughout the room. The chamber itself was a wreck. It was clearly a former lobby, the receptionist’s desk broken and dusty, the carpet shredded. Broken pots were strewn about, once holding some sort of greenery used to grant a sense of life to the utilitarian, urban-modern design that made this tower into the center of some now-dead, now-forgotten superpower.

The miasma could not reach them by some blessing; the air was clear in the ebony tower. But the setting, however sterile, however dry, was oppressive. The fog, the despair was replaced by a fear so deep that their breath came ragged, their eyes flitted at the slightest change. It was paranoia and trepidation beyond anything they had yet witnessed.

The tower was the fear incarnate.

The tower was the miasma. To move forward was to tear at their own resolve, to move forward almost pained them.

For td, that pain was real. Td took a step, and winced. Shards of glass lay strewn across the entire floor, the green glow radiating across them, reflecting about them. He cursed, and began to move precariously. A glance skyward revealed the upper level, a balcony ringing the walls. The ceiling faded above into darkness. The glass was explained by a rod of steel and dangling chains, former support for some shattered chandelier.

A computer sat on the ruined desk, its screen flickering inconsistency. Eisen frowned at the sign of electricity, for the ebony tower was just as dark as the rest of the city. The only source of illumination came from that green light, that light that still shone through the room, glancing off the glass shards, reflecting at odd angles. The light again caught his attention, and he looked up, following its source. Ahead he saw a door open at the end of the lobby.

Eisen turned to the others, beckoned them to follow him.

“Come on, we have to get to her,” he said, breaking the silence, Relm and td staring back,

“… we have to get to him…”

Relm opened his mouth to speak, but Eisenβeiber was already headed forward. td and Relm hesitated for an instant, a moment in which their resolve seemed to waver. But behind them there was nothing. The only salvation lay ahead. And it was forward that they continued, following Eisen out of the twilit lobby and into the darkness ahead, the blackness out of which the unearthly green glow flickered, unremitting, without end, welcoming them to the eternity they so desperately sought.

The hallway beyond the threshold was black, silent as the rest of the tower. Without the shards of glass about the ground the floor wasn’t very clear, and they walked as if through an endless void. The green light subsisted about them, more of a glow than a shine, with no clear source, no clear direction. But it guided their way around the turns, onward through the passage.

Dark doorways to old offices and side passages were illuminated by the steady glow, gaps in the dark walls that gave way to some unknown rooms. Many were blocked with rubble, others clear but obscure. All were irrelevant to their cause, to their focus. The only path they sought was upwards.

The red glow ahead, when it finally came, caught Relm’s eye. It was an elevator button, an upward arrow, as if beckoning them onwards. Not knowing what to expect, he reached out and pressed it.

There was a sharp ding, and the corridor was awash with a blinding golden light as a door opened. The light flooded through the open doors, piercing the darkness, reflecting off the black tiled floor and the dark wall opposite. The three recoiled as their eyes adjusted, Relm squinting against it, td shielding his eyes, Eisen stepping back into the darkness. The elevator was good as new. Fine wooden paneling lined the walls, the carpet was clean, without stain, as if it hadn’t been touched by any of the devastation the wars had brought upon the city. And the entire thing was lit by an overhead ambience.

It was a sign of technology, of prosperity, in a city that had long known nothing of the sort for untold months, perhaps even years. It was like something ripped out of the past and stuck, in such extreme contrast, in the present.

Td260 stepped into the elevator car tentatively, as if he expected to fall through it. He turned and faced his comrades. Breaking the silence, he spoke.

“This is it, guys. We ride this to the top, we find Quaetam, and we end him. It’s the only way.”

He stared at Relmitos, who looked resolutely back, and nodded. His gaze drifted to Eisen. Still hesitant, his former foe looked down, contemplating.

“Cmon. This is the only way we’ll make it in time,” said Relm, “Raya holds the key to our victory. We cannot let her fall.”

Eisen nodded. Both stepped forward and joined him. Td looked at the buttons set into the steel to his right, and pressed one. The door closed, and the car ascended. For several seconds, they felt the typical tug, heard the whir of the lift. Their feet left the earth, dragged towards the heavens by the creation of their fellow man.

But far too soon the whir abated, the lift slowed. Td looked around, Relm grabbed a handrail. There was a screeching sound, and the elevator stopped. The light dimmed for a second, flickered, and went out. All was still.

For a second the three stood still, not daring to move. Relmitos reached for the emergency door release, pulled it, but to no effect. He cursed: They were trapped, suspended between the heavens and the earth, trapped in a little metal box, at the mercy of the ebony tower. He stared into the dark, thinking, pondering.

And while he thought, td took action. Relmitos turned around as he heard a metal clang, as a soft green light filtered into the elevator car. Td had released the service hatch. Above was the darkness of the elevator shaft. That same otherworldly glow permeated the gloom once more, and the three stood awash in its dim luminance.

“Give me a lift”, he said. Eisenβeiber obliged. Walking over to td, Eisen kneeled down and gave him a boost. TD reached his hands up, grabbed the edge of the ceiling, and hoisted himself out. Td assisted, and the others followed. Relmitos stood and looked around, then bit back a curse and grabbed one of the support cables.

They dangled, an uncertain distance off the ground, the ceiling nowhere in sight, supported by four lift cables, one of which had snapped. The elevator shaft was dark save for the glow of the green light. Around them rose the skeleton of the ebony tower, the steel beams that held the walls together. Another lift hung adjacent to theirs, support for the second elevator. The car was nowhere in sight.

“There, that’s our way out,” said Eisen, and pointed towards one of the walls.

Through the dim light, through the obscurity TD could make out the outline of a doorway, about level with their position. One half of the sliding door was open by some convenient malfunction. TD moved to take a step forward and Relm grabbed his arm.

“Before you walk,” he said, his voice echoing through the darkness, “best be sure the ground beneath your feet exists.”

For td stood at the edge of the car, his foot precariously perched over the blackness. He bit back a curse. How careless.

“Thanks…” said td, “How careless of me.”

“It’s fine. And don’t blame yourself; this mess is my faul—“

There was a loud metallic groan and a snapping sound. Another support cable, this one diagonal to the first, had given way, and the elevator car shook beneath them. Td stepped back from the edge, holding onto Relm’s shoulder with his right hand as Relmitos in turn clutched the intact support beside him. The car clearly swayed side to side, their weight throwing off its balance.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” said Eisen, “Relmitos, do you think you can make the jump?”

“I can try,” said Relmitos, gritting his teeth. Gathering his nerves, he let go of the support, gathered his balance as the car shook. He took two large steps and leapt, lunging off the platform, towards the open doorway. But he had misstepped, he had fallen short! Relmitos reached out his hands desperately, reaching for the ledge, and caught it. His fingers slid into the crevasse through which the sliding door rolled. His body, pulled by momentum, hit the cement wall with a dull thud, and he cringed. But he did not let go. With extreme effort he hoisted himself upward, grabbing the steel elevator door, and crawled out of the elevator shaft.

“What do you see?” came TD’s voice from behind him. All was dark. Through the faint green glow he could make out the shape of his surroundings: A T-intersection, with hallways in every direction. However, no details were visible. All faded into the gloom, the void. He shivered as the fear that seeped from the ebony tower pierced his skin, swam through his veins.

“Nothing,” said Relmitos. “Hold on, I’m gonna trigger the other door open.”

He fumbled in the dark and found the up switch on the elevator control. He pressed it.

The second door opened, and the elevator light above flicked on, illuminating a short distance down the hallway. Relmitos turned and walked a short ways forward, examining his surroundings.

And several things happened at once, There was a loud grating noise just as Eisen leapt from the elevator, landing neatly in the hallway. The elevator shook, td lost his balance and threw himself forward, grabbing the edge of the roof for support, one hand still on the support next to him.

The third support snapped, and the car tilted sideways, dangling off the chain td now held with his life, the chain that continued to strain. Td cursed as he braced himself against the corner, gradually rising to his feet. The car swayed beneath him. The gap was too great for him to leap, he knew this. But… if he could control the sway…

“Eisen!” he shouted, “Get ready, I need a hand for this.”

Td leaned one way, then the other, then back again. The elevator’s sway increased, it began to swing from side to side. Eisen realized what was happening, extended his arm, ready to catch td. And td knew he only had one shot. The tension on the chain increased, the metal screamed, and td pushed off the swaying roof, leapt across the gap.

Td hung suspended in the air, his arms extending reaching. But they wouldn’t make it to the ledge, he would come up short…

His arm went taut as Eisen caught it, and he fell in an arc, hanging about a foot below the ledge, Eisen extended to hold him up. Everything was still, Eisen leaning over the edge and holding up his compatriot, Relmitos turning as if in slow motion, eyes widening. TD dangled by a thread, his life hanging narrowly above the abyss that threatened to destroy it. He looked up at his savior, his former opponent.

Their eyes met.

Td stared into Eisen’s gaze…

…and saw nothing but malice.

“Bye-bye,” Eisenβeiber said with a grin, and let go.

Td’s eyes widened, and he cried out as he plummeted from Eisen’s grip, fell downward into the abyss. His scream mingled with Eisen’s crazed laughter as he was swallowed by the darkness, by the void, and could be seen no more.

Td was killed. He was Raya.

Relmitos screamed and ran forward, but swiftly found a hand on his throat, slamming him into a wall. Eisen grinned with malice, holding Relmitos back. Relm struggled, gasped for air, threw off the arm, but felt the cold press of a gun against his head and knew it was over.

He turned his head, grimaced…

…and the chain holding up the swinging elevator snapped. The car’s momentum carried it into the wall as it plummeted down the shaft, and the crash shook the building, knocked away Eisen’s aim. Relm shoved him back and he pulled the trigger in his fall, the bullet searing through Relm’s left arm.

Relmitos cried out in pain but knew this was his only chance. Fueled with adrenaline, he bolted into the hallway, into the abyss, awash with its green glow, his right hand clutching his wound tight.

It was dark, it was black. He stumbled through the rubble, making a few right turns until he saw his opponent about to round the corner in front of him, heard that mad chuckle, and retreated, sprinting the other direction. Eisenβeiber had a gun; he had to get out of the open! He pounded on a nearby door as footsteps thundered behind him. It wouldn’t give. He turned, saw a double-door ajar towards the end of the hall, and made for it.

Within was a derelict of an office space. The room was wide enough that the end was not visible through the fog, but a light breeze and chill told him that the windows were shattered. The room was still divided into tiny cubicles for the working class, the cogs in an industrial machine, toiling away endlessly in these walls. It was so alien to him….

No. No time to reflect, he thought, cursing. He cringed in pain as he looked about, looking for something, anything that he could use to buy him time and to stop the blood flowing from his wound.

Relmitos ran through the aisle, blood dripping from his shoulders. He leapt about, dodging over fallen chairs and bits of rubble, glancing into cubicles for anything that could be of use. To his right, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a tattered old coat on a stand-hanger. Ducking into the cubicle, he grabbed it and kneeled down. He looked about nervously and leaned against the wall. He braced himself against the wall, pinning one sleeve of the jacket and, with all his might, tore at the shoulder joint.

The effect was stronger than he intended. The entire jacked fell apart. He cursed. Of course it wouldn’t stay intact, how long had it been here? He winced as another searing pain shot up his left arm from the effort. It wouldn’t be useful for long, and he needed to stop the bleeding. Seeing no other option, Relm took off his shirt. Repeating the process, he extracted a long strip of fabric from what used to be the left shoulder, and tied it around an additional pad of shirt fabric around the wound until he felt pressure. The pain was no less; in fact, slightly elevated. But it would hold the flow for a while. He put on the remainder of his shirt and poked his head outside the cubicle.

Instantly he retracted as he saw Eisenβeiber walking, gun in hand, chuckling softly, across an intersection in the lanes between cubicles, slowly checking each one. He had time, but not much. If he could just disarm him… …If he could just get the gun…

Relmitos looked around, his eyes shining sharp through the pain he fought against. The coathanger… He grabbed it, unscrewed the stand, and held it tight. It was heavy, cumbersome, but would suffice. On the desk he saw a paperweight, grabbed it for good measure.

And he waited.

Eisenβeiber walked past, turned to search the cubicle, and Relmitos quickly lobbed the paperweight over the adjacent wall. There was a smashing noise, and Eisen turned his head.

That was all Relm needed. Crying out, he flew forward, swinging the pole he carried. The darkness rendering his aim awry, it missed Eisen’s braincase and impacted his right shoulder. But that was enough. Eisenβeiber lost his grip on the gun, and as he fell backward it flew out of his hand and skittered across the floor.

Relm braced for another strike to take down his fallen opponent but Eisen recovered quickly and lunged at him. The two collapsed in a heap, Eisen holding him down directly over his shot wound, which seared with a burning pain, and attempting to strike him repeatedly. Relm threw his elbow back, caught Eisen in the jaw. Eisen recoiled but kept his grip. He lifted his fist, slammed it towards Relm’s face.

Relmitos rolled sideways, bringing Eisen down under him, and caught the punch with his good arm. He gritted his teeth pulled back his head, and slammed it against Eisen’s chest. Eisen’s grip on his wound weakened, and he jumped to his feet. There was a crash, thunder finally reverberating through the room from the broken window. The lightning revealed a glint of steel: Eisen’s gun lay about five meters from the edge

Relm lunged for it but was stopped as something heavy hit him from behind. He fell forward with a pained cry, collapsed on the ground, and Eisen was atop him again, laying into him with repeated punches to the small of his back. Relmitos coughed up blood, spat it out, and tried desperately to roll around, to defend himself. Eisen put a knee down on Relm’s left arm, and Relmitos screamed. He reached out with his right hand, found something solid, and swung at his foe.

Eisen was knocked back by the blow, his face cut and bleeding. Relm tossed aside the chunk of cement he held and again lunged forward.

But Eisen’s foot stepped down on his leg, holding his back. His hand scraped the gun handle, pushed it just out of his grip, and Eisen was dragging him back, snarling like a beast, grinning. Relmitos looked upwards, his hands searching desperately. Above him stood a madman, fire in his eyes, blood streaming down his face, smiling from ear to ear. Eisen clutched in his hand a dagger of glass, poised to stab, to reap his life. Relmitos kicked out as Eisen stabbed, knocked away his arm, and wriggled free. He got up, made to run…

…and heard the click of a gun behind him. He turned, slowly, raising his hands, to see Eisen, madness renewed, gun raised.

Eisenβeiber laughed hysterically, and Relmitos backed up. He felt rain at his back and knew there was nowhere to retreat to now. He stood, his back against an endless void, his face toward oblivion.

He cursed his luck, simple forgetfulness now barring him from victory, heralding his demise. Outside, the storm raged, and the miasma seemed to seep in through the windows, ready to claim its next victim.

After everything, he was to be just another victim. After everything, this was what he came to. Bleeding, dying high above the world, in the tower that pierced heaven. This was how it all ended, their noble cause felled at the hands of a madman. The fallen angels on the path to usurp heaven felled by the heretics who sought to see it all burn.

Relm closed his eyes. They had been so close… So close… It was his curse, it seemed, to fail at the last minute, just before the achievement of a great goal. Every time he strove for something, he was met by a last second failure. Every time he sought his requiem, every time he struggled for his vindication, his dreams were shattered at their pinnacle. And now, now the new age collapsed beneath him. The castles he held were naught but sand running through his fingers. The dreams he clutched so strongly were nothing but vapor.

But no. Eyes closed, he clenched his fists. He thought of the ascendant who stood above him now, the deity whose truths were naught but deeper lies, who had usurped the malevolent god.

And he thought of the one who challenged him, the leader of the Coalition, she who wielded the golden blade, she who championed the dawn.

All their hopes lay with Raya now.

Through the storm, through Eisen's maniacal laughter, through the encroaching miasma and void, as lightning flared, rain hammering down upon them, as the green light slowly began to fade in the face of the oncoming fog, a single shot rang out, piercing the night with a tone of despair.

And all was still.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Relmitos on Thu Nov 10, 2011 2:20 am



So, uh, yea, almost been a month. Bump and stuff.


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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Raya on Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:11 am

>Log on
>See mafia thread has been bumped by someone named Quae-
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>No

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Relmitos on Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:52 pm

What, you don't like the poster I made? I lol'd.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Quaetam on Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:31 am

Be ready for a thrill ride, gentlemen. Make sure you click the link at the end of each post (any other ones are music, and optional, though reccomended!) Read this in the right order, and it will be amazing.

The world burned at the seams.

The city was dark, barren. What remained of its former grandeur was crumbling before the might of the storm that enveloped it, as blow by blow its foundation shook with the pall of the thunder, as the streets drowned in the rain, as the lightning rent it asunder, and as the fog rose to devour it. All was consumed by the blackness that had set upon the city so long ago. The cracked spires, shattered monuments to the remnants of an age long past, faded into the miasma. A deeper darkness rose from the unseen, something neither solid nor intangible, physical nor insubstantial. It was the void that lay beyond the world.

There was nothing left below. And above, a single ebony tower reached to the sky. One edifice rose out of the black, an island in a burning oblivion, the eye of the storm to end all storms.

Atop this tower, amidst the torrent, the fallen angel faced the god astride as a green rain fell, as the roof crackled with a dark energy.

“The throne of heaven is ours, as it was always meant to be, as we have fought for for so long. We will rebuild this world at our heels. We will lead the dawn of a new age.”

Quaetam turned outwards, faced the storm, and Raya could feel a sort of energy building. Anger shone in her eyes, hatred marred her heart. Quaetam had become a specter, a figure of darkness, the embodiment of the fog itself, and as Raya looked upon him, hatred filled her gaze.

Your cause is noble, but I, not you, am the god of the world to come. I will bring about the new reality on my own accord” Quaetam said, sagely. He paced along the edge of the building, unafraid of the abyss below, of the menace behind him, “Even now the final cogs move, the pieces fall into place. I will lead this world in discovering its purpose. I have led the usurpation of haven, and I will lead the dawn of a new age. The new future will be delivered to my word.

“Maybe so,” said Raya, “But the reality you provide is not one in which I am willing to live. The world cannot be shaped by the hand of a usurper, of a manipulator, of a corrupt deity. No, this world will be ours. You will fall here, now, by this blade, the weapon that knows no adversary. We will claim the seat that has been denied us for so long. We will ascend into heaven, and you will be stricken down. This ends here, now.”

The god turned to face her, his eyes crackling with energy, his form laced with power beyond reckoning.

And she did not back down. The ascendant deity faced the rising god. He raised his hands to either side and two crystalline swords, cackling with green energy, resolved themselves from the fog beside them. He gripped them. A blast of crackling green energy radiated outwards from his clenched hands, throwing shrapnel about, shattering windows, and Raya clenched her banstick, the golden glow holding off the flurry of green. She fell to one knee against the onslaught. Finally the debris and dust settled. Raya stood, and the roof glowed an eerie light as the two faced off.

It seems once more that the fallen angel still strives to cast aside the one who holds the crown of the gods. Then so be it.

Quaetam dashed forward, blades held back. His form flew across the roof, charged the menace before him. Raya held her weapon low, ready to meet the deity’s charge.

The two clashed.

The ascendant stood unperturbed, his gaze expressionless, eyes alight with verdant energy, twin blades slashing at his foe. Raya grit her teeth, dug in her heels, her hands held high, banstick slung down, blocking his onslaught. Green lightning seared around them for an instant as they stood upon the pinnacle of the world. Then a blaze exploded outward. The light of the onslaught slashed through the darkness, and everything seemed almost to spin. Something deeper than the night, deeper than the fog was shattered by the blaze; something more intrinsic seemed to dissolve in its wake. The world shook as brilliant flash lit the sky, a searing light resonating against the end of all things.

Raya was blown back. She fell to the floor, rolled, got to her feet, and Quaetam was there, lashing outward. She blocked one blade after another, yet had no chance to strike. Lightning flashed, the world shook once more, and she leapt backwards to avoid being cornered. The inevitable checkmate was laid out, and Raya recognized each precarious step backwards she was forced to take as she fended off his onslaught, barely holding on. His swords raked within inches of her vitals as they reached beyond her guard. Finally she leapt to the side and rolled, bracing herself against a wall then leaping outwards, banstick arcing downwards. Quaetam blocked with both swords and her momentum carried her past him. She landed behind him and spun out, slashing, but he had already blocked her attack, had already slashed towards her. She dodged, her banstick still held back by his mistblade, and he kicked outwards. The fallen angel again found herself thrown back, tossed about like a ragdoll, and she tasted blood as she collided with a wall.

Your struggle is futile. You cannot stand against me.

Quaetam strode forward, calmly, inevitably, like a specter, like the menace she herself had once embodied. How could she fight this? How could she overcome this god, this demon? She slumped downwards, her banstick dropped. Several bits of metal dissolved at the touch of her sword. And then it hit her, then she knew. The banstick was, as it had always been, a weapon of absolute promise. Of infinite terror. Of inevitability. Its word was final, its power was undeniable.

She only needed one hit.

She rose to her feet. Quaetam stood, waiting for her, cloak billowing in the wind, swords held low at either side. There was no hatred in his eyes, only darkness. He bore a cold, calculating gaze, one almost of pity, one of sadness and understanding. And at this condescending sadness her heart raced, rage pierced her mind.

She dashed forward, a torrent of blazing gold, lashing outward. Quaetam raised his left blade and effortlessly parried the strike. She spun around and reached for his leg. One hit!

Quaetam stepped back, and his right blade arced down faster than her eye could trace. She reacted on instinct, leaning backwards. The tip of the sword cut a swash through the air, passing within a centimeter of her jugular, and the world shook as another blaze of lightning cut a swath through reality. She anticipated his next attack and swung her banstick downwards, and was knocked back by the force of his uppercut as she parried. She collected herself as the specter lashed out with both blades and again came within an inch of her life. This wouldn’t be easy. The only thing on her side was the absolutism of her attacks, the inevitability of her victory with one mere strike. Again she flew forward, screaming into the rain, banstick held back in a two-handed grip. She lashed out from the right, and as Quaetam blocked, she ducked under, rolled, and slashed up at his arm. He lifted his left arm quickly, and the banstick passed just below. Quaetam lowered his arm, slashing down at her with the blade, and Raya slashed upwards, parrying it aside.

The world shook once more at the collision of the two disparate forces, a force of light and wind billowing outwards from the peak of the ebony tower. It was clear now: This storm was not merely drowning the world, the thunder shaking the ground, the fog obscuring the city. Each bolt of lightning, an eerie luminance against the dark sky, carved swaths through reality. Each clash of gold against the green blaze shook the world to its core. Reality was crumbling at the seams, and they were the ones tearing it apart.

Raya dodged Quaetam’s next sweep and rose, stabbing upwards through his guard. Quaetam spun, his left blade knocking her banstick aside. Now! Only one shot! She saw her opening, saw his back turned to her as he spun, knew he had lost her position, lurched forward…

…And her mistake resolved into a deadly jab. A silver glint flashed and she tried to lean out of the way, but it was no use. His blade pierced her shoulder, and she cried out as her vision flashed green and her mind burned. Quaetam withdrew his sword, and Raya fell to her knees, dropping the banstick. Lightning arced through her body, green energy consuming her being, tearing her violently apart, and she felt the fog seep in around her, envelop her. She was fading into the darkness as Quaetam stood, as he turned away, knowing it was over.

She was dying.

Was this how it was all going to end, then? Was her cause to fade? Had she just become another irrelevancy, drowned by the storm of the century? All the power she held in her hand was nothing. The inevitability of her strike…. It was nothing against this immobile strength, against this implacable deity. Her breath came in spurts, each inhalation absorbing more of the miasma, each gasp of life struggling to overcome the fog of despair. Her vision swam with analogous green and black. The world lost its focus before her. Her eyes fell, her head bowed. And she saw, through the gathering darkness, through the miasma and the flashes of green, a light of gold. Without thinking, she reached for it, grasped at the light even as the darkness sought to devour her.

Her hand closed around the hilt of her banstick, and in a flash of golden light the fog lifted; the miasma was purged from her body, the green lightning fading from her eyes. Her mind cleared, and she gripped her sword in a vindictive fury. Quaetam turned around, eyes widened in surprise, and made to slash downward at her, to strike down the fallen angel. Raya rose towards the heavens, rose up from the ground and stabbed skyward with all her might.

There was a searing sound, a rush of wind, and the world shattered in a blinding flash of gold.

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Post  Quaetam on Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:51 am

All was quiet save the rain, save the green lightning that flashed through the world. One spire rose from the illogical depths, from the nothing, and pierced the sky. One tower of darkness stood solid against the entropic miasma, against the darkness of the world.

And atop this ebony tower, Raya stood, her body weakened, shredded, on the verge of collapse, but her being triumphant.

For Quaetam stood two meters off, unarmed, beaten. Golden cracks lined the god’s features. Brilliant lights flared as he flickered, the edges of his being fading in and out of existence. And Raya’s banstick was at his throat.

“You speak of oblivion? You are the avatar of the abyss itself. You are the one who brings about that inescapable end,” she spoke, every fiber of her being wracked with pain and yet with relief, with utter triumph. She shook with the realization that she was posed to shake reality to its core. She shook with a sense of trepidation, of happiness, and, ultimately, for the first time in untold years, with hope.

“You will be ended here,” she spoke, invigorated, strength lacing her words, “The world will be free of your wrath, free of your power, free of your misery and your talk of the inevitable.”

Do you really think this will change anything? Don’t you see? Claiming the throne of the gods will change nothing. To rise up and take my place? You will be the god of an abyss, a mockery of a deity. This world is falling apart. There is no escaping the cycle, even if you kill me now.,” said Quaetam, malice in his eyes, his being flickering with the golden light that slowly ate away at it, held off only by the mist, just as she knew the lightning within her was held at bay only by the power she carried.

“No. If I was to claim that power, this would never end,” said Raya, her understanding set, her eyes alight with purpose, “I do this not for myself, but for those who may come after. There needn’t be a deity shaping our path, not anymore. We can be the masters of our own fate.”

“The throne of the gods will remain empty,” said Raya, and she brought her banstick back, slashed forward with finality.

Thunder cracked, lightning flared, the world shook in anticipation of the fall of its master.

But it was not to be.

A gunshot pierced the storm.

The banstick flickered and went out, fell harmlessly from her hand, and for an instant all was still. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw td260, smoking gun in hand, outlined in a flash of green lightning against the far wall.

Then her life collapsed. She screamed as her wounds blazed with verdant energy. Green lightning lashed from her hands, from her eyes, and surrounded her. The mist reached forward and ensnared her, consuming her arms, her legs, as she faded into nothing, as the crackle of energy devoured her in a miasma of chaos. Her being was shredded by the light, and in a final scream she shattered. There was a flash of green light, and Raya vanished in an explosion of sheer power.

The world enfolded upon itself as her scream faded, and she was no more.

Spoiler:
Raya was erased. She was Fedaykin. Alignment: Coalition

Relmitos shouted in despair as he turned towards his savior, to the man he thought he knew, the man he thought was his comrade. Hatred marred his gaze. He was so close. They had been so close! She had him; she had the crown of the gods in her grasp, the throne of the heavens laid out before her. And td260 had burned it all away, burned away all they had fought for. And for what? For some petty grudge, perhaps; for some personal goal, some useless, pitiful struggle? The plans they had laid for years had been on the verge of culmination, only to now collapse helpless at td260’s fingers.

His eyes flashed across the tower, to where Quaetam kneeled, and apprehension dawned in his gaze. This was his one opportunity, his one chance to make things right again, his one bid at the throne they had long desired. Relmitos ran forward, lead pipe in hand, desparate to do something, anything, knowing that all was lost but still not surrendering…

A blade of mist slashed clean through his neck. His head flew from the tower, carried against the force of the slash and with the momentum of his final charge. His body collapsed, and the mist seeped around it, consuming it. It faded away; another fallen angel erased, stricken forever from the light of the world, cast into the chaos and void that lay beyond.

Spoiler:
Relmitos was erased (endgamed). He was Quaetam. Alignment: Coalition

And all was silent as the last body fell, as td stood alone against the usurper, against the god astride. Rain whirled about, lightning flashed. The roof flickered in and out of existence amidst the burning storm that shredded the world, amidst the throes of Armageddon. The two paced, td with a gun in one hand, sword in the other, Quaetam clutching one fogblade. Miasma enveloped the god, maintaining his form against the golden flare that still screamed out from within. The silence lasted an untold time as the final two, the only ones left alive in this world, stared each other down on the edge of oblivion. Td saw the sheer power in his foe, saw the inevitability of his own defeat, armed so meagerly, and knew it was over.

He dropped his weapon, accepting that it was useless, knowing his fate was, in the end, inevitable.

To his surprise, Quaetam followed. He flicked his hand, and the mistblade blew away, joining the swirling mass that surrounded him. The tower was quiet again, save the rain, save the tempest. And the god faced the man who stood so bravely across from him. Quaetam raised his head, brow furrowed, and brooded.

It seems you do not make the mistake of your comrades. But what then is it you fight for, what is it that brings you here against me now?

For a second td stood still. Lightning pierced the sky between them, broke through the void, raking towards them, leaping about. Then he spoke.

“I am not like them. I come to seize this world for my own, to lead it with my fist and control its fate with my whims. I seek only power, not godhood. I have no childish dreams; I have no concern with the throne of the heavens.”

Quaetam laughed, his visage cracking slightly further, his body glowing with a golden flare as he flickered slightly.

To lead this world with your fist; to control its fate? What purpose lies in a place like this? There isn’t a world left for you to lead. Not a path remains for you to control. You speak of fate like it is something to be trifled with.

And td responded, darkness in his words, rigid fervor in his heart.

“I seek not merely control but freedom, Quaetam. I seek the ability to take the world by storm, not to conjure up some new age. I seek the chance to bring the world to my heels, not to usurp it, to rule over it as some mockery of a god. Do my words sound so anarchic to you, who were once nothing but a madman, a conspiracy theorist, spreading lies of terror, of plots and schemes?”

The god’s eyes flashed, his fingers twitched.

That is a life now past, a time now irrelevant. I have changed. I have evolved. And you accuse me of lies? Those are foolish words from the ill-informed. I spoke naught but truth. This world knows no difference between good and evil anymore. You were all the same in the end, all clashing with your ulterior motives despite your true nature, unable to see the true enemies in your midst even as they revealed themselves, even as I promised you a path to a better world. But did you follow me? No; you saw the reality behind my words far too late, when it didn’t matter for you anymore, when the end was inevitable.

“You say you’ve evolved?” said td, clutching his sword tighter, “You’ve descended into madness, into corruption. You’re the one who has brought about this undeniable end, who has ensured the collapse of this world even as he spoke of purpose, of salvation, of a chance at justice! You deny the validity of my quest despite all this? And you call yourself a god, after all you have done?”

There was a silence, and Quaetam turned his back, one arm out in front of him, stretched through the air as if holding some treasure. He faced outwards into the oblivion of the storm, and when he finally spoke it was with calm finality.

No. I am no god. There are no gods for this world.

Green light flared, and Quaetam was gone…..

All was silent. Td looked about amidst the rain. The world was his.

Td stood, master of his own fate, gazing out over a battered wasteland. The city below him was shattered, and the sky above poured out endlessly amidst the desolation.

He was, at long last, victorious. He was triumphant.

He was alone.

Spoiler:
The Evil League of Evil is victorious!

Quaetam is victorious!

Thus concludes Mafia Game 15.




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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Fedaykin on Fri Nov 11, 2011 1:56 am

*mindsplosion*

The whole forum is Q's playground now. This was an excellent read(the part in game 10 was the best of course Razz)...but I guess I'll have to reread it later again, it is soooo much.

And yeah, Super Secret Evil League of Evil rules supreme Razz

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Smashy B on Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:51 am

Hehehehe.

smäshbro wrote:You guys may be right. Raya probably does deserve this the most.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  TD260 on Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:38 am

Wait. Wut. I died. Eisen killed me. But... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?


Well done, maestro. Well. Done. This was... Wow. You just dominated the entire forum.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Raya on Fri Nov 11, 2011 1:37 pm

I...just...

.........

Marry me Q. Marry me and let me have your children.

As soon as I logged on and saw you'd Gorblax'd the whole forum I knew something special was happening. And I wasn't disappointed. That was, for lack of a better term, simply brilliant. And the music fitted very well too. My one complaint was that my death was a bit of an anti-climax; pages of awesome battle then bang, dead. But still, an awesome finale and one you should be proud of.

The Raya role won the game by backstabbing everyone. I can live with that Wink

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Relmitos on Fri Nov 11, 2011 3:14 pm



Oh they irony.

Qod wrote:Relm closed his eyes. They had been so close… So close… It was his curse, it seemed, to fail at the last minute, just before the achievement of a great goal. Every time he strove for something, he was met by a last second failure. Every time he sought his requiem, every time he struggled for his vindication, his dreams were shattered at their pinnacle. And now, now the new age collapsed beneath him. The castles he held were naught but sand running through his fingers. The dreams he clutched so strongly were nothing but vapor.

The story of my life.

Seriously though, I'm trying to come up with a word that's grand enough to describe what just happened. A word that's actually in the dictionary isn't good enough, lesse........how about, Awestraordinary? I like it. Yes, what just happened was awestraordinary. The whole warping from mafia thread to mafia thread to show the pointlessness of it, yea. Can only come up with so many ways to say, "oh wow" and not beat a dead horse here.

Also; do want to say. I didn't plan on posting that "Oh, the suspense!" poster that I did, just Q told me over Steam he was writing up the finale and said he was gonna have it done soon. I decided to show it to him, and he said "go post that", so I did.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  TD260 on Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:17 pm

Qaya wrote:
The Raya role won the game by backstabbing everyone. I can live with that Wink

Happy to oblidge. I thought I screwed myself over twice- once when I didn't vote eisen off on the final day, and once when DF was gonna start scanning people/you were requesting our PMs. If she scanned you first, I was going to redirect the kill to kill her and frame you, but I didn't know who she was going to scan, or if I was going to be able to out-debate you. XD


Also, second game I can legitimately do this.


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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Vivienne Vex on Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:24 pm

God damn, you outdone yourself Q. I did not expect the entire forum to fall under your control!

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Perry on Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:35 pm

o hey, i was in that team that won right?
Sweet.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Weldar on Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:17 pm

Quaetam260 wrote:Happy to oblidge. I thought I screwed myself over twice- once when I didn't vote eisen off on the final day, and once when DF was gonna start scanning people/you were requesting our PMs. If she scanned you first, I was going to redirect the kill to kill her and frame you, but I didn't know who she was going to scan, or if I was going to be able to out-debate you. XD

TD you forgot something very important, It's true you wouldn't have appeared to DarkFalco as a member of the Corrupt Coalition, you'd have shown up as Raya and innocent, you were a godfather remember.


So an explanation one what was going on in this game for those of you who don't know yet. There were no innocents, or rather there were but the innocents themselves didn't know this. There were 4 teams of 5, The Corrupted Coalition, The Mafia, Custodes Manus Supremae and The Petal Meadows Asylum Inmates. Each one representing the 4 classic affiliations, Innocent (the coaltion had nothing to do with game 10, if anything it was based more on game 12 where the innocent coaltion killed more innocents than the mafia), Mafia, Cult and Serial Killer. Each of these teams thought they were a mafia, one of the only direct lies I had to tell in this game but the true enemies were the two secret leagues, good and evil. There was one member of each league in every team and despite the names they both functioned exactly identically. The theme here was basically this was the city where the game of mafia had played out hundreds of times before and everyone had been left corrupted, evil or crazy, all part of a group with some agenda. The Evil League saw through it all and decided to band together to manipulate the fools and take control for themselves, the good saw through and realised that since everyone else was corrupt they'd need to band together to destroy them all. Both leagues had to take majoirty but couldn't win if anyone from the opposing league was alive so thier primary goal was to destroy the opposing league. All the true memebers of the mafia groups were really this game's townies and they all would have won if all memebers of both leagues died, though the "mafia" with the most living members would have been the one to seize the city in the flavour.

Each of the 4 mafias had a kill. The leagues didn't have a kill of thier own but they had the power to have one of thier memeber hijack one mafia's nightkill and move it onto a target of their choice. This is what the shadowy figures in the nightplot were, a leaguer manipulating a kill. Even so this is still a potential 4 kills a night which is pretty steep so to curb the death rate there was another mechanic in place so that the "town" could only make one kill a night. Of all the kills not being controlled by a league only one would succeed per night, the successful kill was picked at random with priority given to groups that had had thier kill fail by this mechanic on previous nights. This was why there was a lot of random redircting and spontaneous failing of kills. Oh also, if both leagues tired to control the same kill they were told bad things would happen. That kill would have failed, all 3 other kills would have succeeded and the two leaguers trying to control the kill (and maybe even all other leaguers) would have had thier non kill night actions blocked as they were too busy having an epic clash with thier nemesis.

And then there was Q. Personally I don't really consider Q much of a winner this game, mainly since I never really considered him a player to begin with. He was DoubleGold the conspiracy theorist. He knew the truth about what was really going on but was mad and not allowed to communicate it clearly. This was indeed a rigged role given to Q becuase he knew too much but this was a role that was always supposed to be in the game. This all mafia and a secret evil legue of chessmasters setup has been an idea I've had for a long time and in fact one I'm sure I'd told a few of you before. Q in particular though loved the idea and it was thanks to him that I was able to pick up the idea from the scrap heap and work out some of the problems I had with the setup. I also gave Q this role to act as a bit of a further kill sink, the role was totally unkillable. Being targetted by multiple kills of lynches would send him to his bunker and remove him from the game for a day but he couldn't actually die (and he did not count as a living player for the purposes of leagues taking majority). His entire purpose was simply to screw around, spout some madness that contained hints at the truth and sink some kills, he had no real goals or win condition to speak of. I threw on the host lyncher condition from the Cyrus role in my scrapped pokemon game but never really decided what lynching me would do until it happened, the usurpation was one of my earlier ideas but I definitely would not have gone though with it had I been lynched on an earlier day.

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Post  nn8n on Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:31 pm

Here I was thinking that I was finally given a chance to be scum...when really I was kinda just a vanilla that could night kill. Got to kill Requiem night one so that was fun!

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Post  Smashy B on Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:35 pm

Jose QuaevosMeLardo wrote:Here I was thinking that I was finally given a chance to be scum...when really I was kinda just a vanilla that could night kill. Got to kill Requiem night one so that was fun!
The Evil League of Evil thanks you for that. :3

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Fedaykin on Mon Nov 14, 2011 2:45 am

Heh, not really, Avos. Your kill was redirected that night by the Good League onto Perry. The Evil League hijacked the Coalition, sending Raya to kill Req, because there was a chance, that he might get Doc-protection this night(which turned out to be correct).

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Post  nn8n on Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:42 am

Yeah that is ok too, because even though he was part of my board, he still wasn't on my team...so it still worked out in my favor. Looking at other boards, he was on them also. I'd have to look through everything, but I think I only saw one other die as a true mafia.

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Eisenbeißer on Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:52 pm

WOW..... The final story was very good. Very Happy It was worth to wait for. Wink

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Re: Mafia 15: The Fallen City - Endgame - The Tempest of the Void

Post  Weldar on Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:53 pm

So, the rolelist, I'll post all the role pms too but for those of you who just want the abridged version, here you go.

The Corrupt Coalition: Raya, Relmitos, DarkFalco, Ansem, td260
The Mafia: Minby, Avos, Viero, Perry, Avalanche
The Cult: SurgePox, Sonix, Sahrimnir, Fedaykin, Requiem
The Asylum: Snake, Eisen, DRTJR, TheTJ, Smashbro

The good leage was Ansem, Avalanche, Requiem, TJ. The Evil League was td, Fed, Perry and smash.

Raya was Fedaykin and the Berserker, an unblockable killer who was limited by an element of randomness
Relm was Q the doctor/doublevoter
DarkFalco was Sah, a rolescanner
Ansem was Weldar, a watcher who could also snoop on pms
td was Raya, an announcer who scanned as innocent and could send anonymous pms.
Minby was Avlanche, the godfather (scans as innocent and immune to nightkills)
Avos was DarkFalco, a tracker
Viero was Viero, the demolitionist (I'll explain that one later)
Perry was Snake, a roleblocker with a nightstop (TEA TIME BITCHES)
Avalanche was Minby, a driver with a daystop
SurgePox was Requiem, a new role who could choose multiple powers but couldn't control which he used.
Sonix was Smashbro, a deadtalker who could also gain the powers of the dead
Sah was td, a Kirby
Fed was TheTJ, a scrambler
Requiem was Suicide Angel, a danger enthusiast (gains powers based on number of votes)
Snake was Camilla, a janitor (burning the nightkills and lynches to obscure information from the flip)
Eisen was Spont, a nexus with the ability to fuck with people's medicine and make them go Spont mode.
DRTJR was DRTJR, a votestealer/mindtaker (in the controlling actions sense not the controlling posts sense)
TheTJ was Perry, a jailer with the one shot second lynch cagematch thing
Smashbro was SurgePox a candejack (gains powers by people saying his name)

The way I decided what powers fit what forumers in the rolenames was realted to the theme. This was meant to be set in the place where all previous mafia games had occured and thus each character had a role that that player has had in a previous game. I had the full list of powers I wanted to use and went through all the games and made a list of everyone's roles and then tried to make everyone fit. I had to leave some newer players and notable older ones out (like Relm and Ansem) out to make it all fit and use some players who hadn't been around for a while (eg Suicide). In the case of the original roles here I used something similar (Viero was the demolitionist for being a bomb, Requiem had his power for Av's game where he could choose his role from a list). A lot of the leaguer's second powers were also just tacked on out of the blue becuase I wanted that role to have another secret power (eg my pm snooping).

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Post  Smashy B on Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:25 pm

Weldar wrote:Smashbro was SurgePox a candejack (gains powers by people saying his name)
O, the lols I had with this role.

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Post  TD260 on Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:59 am

Tha amount of points my mafia gave you... XD

Every other day, it was "what are we going to do about smashbro?"

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