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Phallakinetic Finale - Day 9 - WITNESS THE ARMADA'S TRIUMPH

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  • LanglyLangly Registered User regular
    but if we had all hit him that night we would have done 30

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    I hit Egos with the fruit basket, here's hoping he's mafia.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    We... we could hope that too?

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • Void SlayerVoid Slayer Very Suspicious Registered User regular
    I am always hoping my enemies turn into delicious chocolate chip cookies.

    He's a shy overambitious dog-catcher on the wrong side of the law. She's an orphaned psychic mercenary with the power to bend men's minds. They fight crime!
  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    Split the difference and pray for a bounty of animal crackers?

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • tastypastrytastypastry Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?Registered User regular
    We just made chocolate chip cookies! We are eating them nervously, awaiting our fates.

  • RetabaRetaba A Cultist Registered User regular
    I have pizza and pasta on the way! But cookies sound very good right now :|

  • tastypastrytastypastry Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?Registered User regular
    Mmm, pizza is the only thing I love. Tradesies? Sharesies?

  • EgosEgos Registered User regular
    I am the DEFENDER of Arcadia!
    I shall hold my ground against the usurpers till my last breath...

  • EdcrabEdcrab Actually a hack Registered User regular
    This is shaping up to be a very long narration. Trying to give people a bit of a send-off. If they're missed, well, I'll just have to make tomorrow's all the bigger.

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  • RetabaRetaba A Cultist Registered User regular
    Take your time Ed! They are always a good time to read.

    Also, I will trade a slice of pizza for 5 cookies!

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    The longer it takes, the more certain you become that you're one of the ones who didn't make it.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • RetabaRetaba A Cultist Registered User regular
    I would of lived, if only Cythraul had talked to me in time! :P

  • EdcrabEdcrab Actually a hack Registered User regular
    edited May 2012
    Day 7

    "Let's see. One puny little telekinetic, one trumped up playfighter with a toy sword."

    Segat slowly parted his hands. The squadron ruptured, some stumbling, some flying into the air, all bleeding and wrenched and twisted. The scourge banished flesh and stone alike, leaving but a crater.

    "I am part of a great wave of purity and purpose. Arcadia will be cleansed of the faithless, and The First will walk these lands again.

    I am not merely of the faithful. I am the Faith itself. The power is within me and I long to share it with you.

    Do not fear the might of the Triumvirate, for we are perfection, and we shall correct the great mistake that is society. We are your saviours."

    He paused. A much, much larger group was heading towards him. A sea of green uniforms, some toting rifles, others crackling with psionic power. Itching for a fight.

    Segat cleared his throat, and walked back through his surrounding entourage. "Come, my kindred. Let us retire to my personal craft. I grow bored of these docile, slavish fools."

    Trying not to hurry, Segat and the other Cultists boarded the dropship and rocketed back towards one of the Armada's three main battlecruisers.
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    Kwychen navigated a swarm of Cultists as if they weren't there. In fact, they weren't. He made most of them vanish in wisps of purple flame.

    When he'd finished with the dozen or so who'd dared to be in his path while failing to demonstrate sufficient respect and/or sheer terror, he turned to the next mob...

    They were dead on the ground. Three figures stood over the golden-clothed fanatics, recharging rifles or cleaning blades.

    J'dark made a motion, and an aura of light briefly shined at his finger tips. "Kwychen. Stand down, it's over."

    "You really think 'Dunadan' was a good alias?" Cayrus asked. "Not much of a cover."

    "Well, yes," said Kwychen. "It took you this long to find me, after all. Or maybe you knew you couldn't take me alone. Maybe you wanted to see if the Armada could soften me up."

    They said nothing. Kwychen looked from the precision telekinetic, to the hulking cyborg, to the dexterous swordsman. All were approaching the stairs leading to the park's ornate (and currently ruined) fountain, which Kwychen stood before like a particularly sinister addition to the surrounding sculptures.

    He sighed, as if they were a big inconsiderate inconvenience. "So you really want to do this? Very well. Let's get it over with, and then you can pretend you made any kind of difference."

    Langly rushed him. Kwychen didn't so much sidestep as slide five metres, letting the hulking cyborg smash little more than an ugly carved... whatever it was supposed to be.

    Cayrus descended upon him in a furious barrage of glinting steel, but each swipe was parried by a sudden flash of energy... and followed by a psychokinetic discharge that sent him flying out of sight.

    Langly aimed a punch at the back of Kwychen's head and, without his opponent even seeming to turn, he found his outsized fist rebounding ineffectually against the man's elbow block. The arm looked thin and puny by comparison, but it was like trying to crack a lamppost. A casual flick of the wrist had the cyborg smashing through a discoloured heron statue and demolishing part of the fountain podium's highly wrought railings.

    J'dark tried to skewer the transmuter with an intangible lance, only to find his psi deflected harmless away. He tossed out a bolt, a probe, a series of prying and clawing projections that attempted to bypass Kwychen's fields and rend his flesh, but each of them was parried with increasing ease.

    J'dark lowered his hands, concentrating, preparing to give it his all, and Kwychen put a hole through his chest.

    Langly emerged from a mound of fractured marble and dealt Kwychen a punch that would've tossed a car aside. Kwychen grimaced, head snapping back with the force of it, but suddenly he was upright again and holding the tall augmented man by the neck. His other hand drew slowly level with Langly's face...

    Kwychen stopped. He glanced down, and saw a very long, very sharp blade poking out the centre of his chest.

    "This body... was always finite..."

    Cayrus suddenly pulled his sword free. Kwychen shivered. He closed his eyes and slumped forwards, collapsing into dwindling motes of light before he'd even finished tumbling down the steps.
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    "So, you're one of the 'perfect demigods' that everyone's been raving on about, huh? Part of the holy and great Triumvirate."

    Segat turned around slowly, with a strange calm. He spoke with the same smoothness with which he moved. "Ahh, Rend, is it? Otherwise known as the Renegade? I was wondering when you'd arrive. Please, have a seat, would you?"

    Rend walked around, examining the objects in the room, glancing at Segat sporadically. "No, I think I'm all right standing. You do know why I'm here, I assume?"

    Segat grinned wide. "You're here to kill me. You cannot live with the fact that a being such as I, a perfect demigod, exists. Or, to be more precise, you cannot handle that I seek to use my power, my perfection, in the ways I have chosen."

    Rend's eyes went wide with surprise. "I'm impressed. You've studied for today's test! To be fair, it's more that you are arrogant enough to call yourself perfect than any perfection you obviously don't have, but hey, semantics, right?"

    There was no waiting. Immediately, waves of psychic power emanated from the two. Reality itself rippled from the stress between them. "What?!" Rend said, gasping for breath. Segat cackled madly, pushing his advantage, his psionic power steadily inching toward Rend.

    "Your era has ended, Renegade! Even a transmuter is no match for a perfect demigod!" He pushed one last time.

    "No, this cannot be... It cannot happen like this! You... you're... you're actually perfect...!" Rend shrieked before disappearing in an eddy of pure psychic hostility.

    "Oh come on, seriously?" a voice said through the environment itself.

    "Kwychen, why did you have to ruin the surprise?"

    Segat spun rapidly, his eyes wide with surprise. "You...?!"

    Segat was suddenly paralyzed, gripped in a level of psychic pain he had never imagined existed. He began to sweat.

    Kwychen appeared in front of him.

    "No worse the wear for dying, I see," he gave Rend a nod. "You let your guard down."

    "Perhaps," said Rend. "But I didn't get killed by a man with a sword."

    With a snort, Kwychen folded his arms and took a step back; a step back from reality. He phased into his own little dimension. Let Rend have his moment, he could have the next.

    The Renegade casually sauntered over to the living statue, laying a comforting hand on Segat's shoulder. "Look, I know you were planning on winning. I know you were going to go off and do great things, I get that.

    "But that's not what this universe is for. Subjugation is what we do to those we fear. Death, though? Death is a gift. Death is a virtue. Death is, quite simply, the epitome for which we should all strive." Segat's muscles were tensed to the point of snapping. His lip twitched ever so slightly as sinews and tendons writhed and vibrating beneath his skin. "And those goals you mentioned earlier? Well, I regret to inform you that you might not be going in the right direction there."

    I'd ask you to go to your friends, the other 'perf-'"

    He stopped himself from laughing. "Oh hell, I can't even say it."

    He recomposed himself. "Ahem. I'd ask you to go to your peers, and tell them, but, honestly? That's a message I'd really rather deliver myself. One on one? You are as nothing to me. And that's the great irony; for all your 'perfection', you need other people to do your dirty work."

    "I do my own dirty work. And I do it with a smile."

    Rend made a gesture. Segat folded in on himself, again and again, until he'd crumpled into nothing.

    Then the Renegade walked through the wall, and the entire warship set itself alight.

    Arcadia watched as one of the Armada's colossal craft plummeted down in sheets of flame.
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    The ship held Domarians, High Councillors, and the elite mishmash that was the self-dubbed Strike Force. Despite their disparate backgrounds there was an air of celebration in the rec room. The rest of the Sector's intrigue and melodrama was forgotten amidst good food and far too much drink.

    Right up until Kwychen appeared in the middle of it. There was much in the way of spilled drinks and coughs and spit-takes.

    The Strike Force was not so easily intimidated. They knew that Kwychen was a mere shade right now, a hollow empty projection until he marshalled his energies again.

    "Here we are again," Kwychen tutted, hands behind his back, strolling around like a captain inspecting his command. "Abandoning the war zone when the war has barely begun. Do you know what makes us different?"

    "The difference is that you're dead," said Langly, flexing a bionic hand. "Good luck with that. You know, the being dead."

    "You don't get it, do you? My kind cannot experience true death. The Renegade gets all sad about that; it's one of the reasons he's so desperate to share death with others. Vicarious living, of a sort. No, the real difference is that we can see things in the long term. The big picture. Mortality tends to get in the way of other people doing that. Although I hear J'dark is in the infirmary. Didn't cope too well with my little gift?"

    Langly took a step forward, but Cayrus placed a hand on his arm. But the other was on his hilt. Force of habit; Cayrus knew Kwychen was too intangible to touch anyone. Or be stabbed.

    "It's over," Fechlis said gently. "At the very least, you could appreciate how—"

    "Over? Over?" Kwychen sighed. "Good god, how you people ended up as superpowers... This is anything but over. Hurrah, part of the Triumvirate is dead, oh yes, let's all applaud the geniuses who nodded along while their leaders marked him for death and go get drunk and place bets.

    Incidentally, we killed Segat. You couldn't even manage that part yourself; he flees to his cabin on a battlecruiser and all of a sudden the masses lose heart and can't pursue. Typical.

    "You," Kwychen pointed at Fechlis, "and especially you," he added, jabbing at Shalmelo, "run home and congratulate yourselves if you will. But make sure your masters come back in force. If the Cultists triumph, they will begin a ritual."

    The group exchanged glances.

    "What's so bad about the ritual?" Shalmelo finally gave their confusion a voice.

    "I'm an immortal transdimensional psychic abomination. When I tell you something is bad, how about you just take it as a given."

    Kwychen vanished.

    Night 6 casualties


    Dunadan019, Kwychen, hit with absolutely every kind of offensive ability
    tastypastry, the Operative, murdered with extreme telepathic force
    Void Slayer, a Telekinetic, wiped out by horrible psychokinetic energies
    SeGaTai, the first of the Cultist Armada's Triumvirate, fled the citizens of Arcadia and found something worse



    Departing Arcadia in Victory

    Cayrus, jdarksun, Langly - The Strike Force, eliminated the Cultist Overseer and Kwychen

    FecklessRogue, (posthumously) REG Rysk - The High Council's representatives, faction outlived the Renegade and Kwychen

    shalmelo, (posthumously) Tayrun - the Domarian Legion's representatives, faction outlived the Renegade and Kwychen


    All Outsiders and Chaotics have been removed from the game.

    Edcrab on
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  • BedlamBedlam Registered User regular
    Is that game? Is there still people left after everybody and their brother left the game?

  • TayaTaya Registered User regular
    Go, my SCIENCE!

  • TayaTaya Registered User regular
    No, it is still cultists vs arcadians.

  • EdcrabEdcrab Actually a hack Registered User regular
    It is incredibly late here, but I'll try and get PMs sorted.

    As is sometimes the tradition in phalla, I may end Day 8 early if it looks like all the players come to decisions and resolve things in such a way that one side emerges victorious.

    And I'll probably have another over-long narration to go with it

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  • TayaTaya Registered User regular
    Who is even left?

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    I was just asking myself the same question.

    Egos. There's nothing really in his early vote record on the magic box. Two throw away votes, two big bandwagon votes. But I think he's being quiet and that's his mafia schtick. Plus he managed to survive getting amplified damage thrown at him last night.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • AnialosAnialos Collies are love, Collies are life! Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered User regular
    For now I'll go with Lucedes for the same reasons as yesterday.

  • Void SlayerVoid Slayer Very Suspicious Registered User regular
    OoOOooOOooOOoooOOO

    Still waiting on those cookies...

    ooOOoOOoooOOOoooOOo

    He's a shy overambitious dog-catcher on the wrong side of the law. She's an orphaned psychic mercenary with the power to bend men's minds. They fight crime!
  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    List of Surviving Arcadians

    1: Munkus Beaver
    2: I needed a name to post.
    3: Baidol
    4: SeGaTai
    5: Smoove Operator
    6: Spoit
    7: Wiet
    8: kime
    9: Peccavi
    10: Gumpy
    11: Langly
    12: Melding
    13: Tayrun
    14: tastypastry
    15: Cythraul
    16: Taya
    17: Egos
    18: REG Rysk
    19: Pharezon
    20: ObiFett
    21: HeavyVillain
    22: Cayrus
    23: shalmelo
    24: Bedlam
    25: SLyM
    26: Assuran
    27: 38thDoe
    28: Shabooty
    29: sportzboytjw
    30: TheRoadVirus
    31: romanqwerty
    32: jdarksun
    33: Phyphor
    34: The Anonymous
    35: Infidel Ringo (sub)
    36: Rend
    37: Winky
    38: Lucedes
    39: Anialos
    40: The Ender
    41: Retaba
    42: Alegis
    43: Void Slayer
    44: Dunadan019
    45: schuss
    46: Figgy
    47: vertroue
    48: FecklessRogue
    49: Nirya
    50: That Dave Fella
    51: corvidae
    52: MrTLicious

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    List of Surviving Arcadians

    5: Smoove Operator
    9: Peccavi
    15: Cythraul
    16: Taya
    17: Egos
    35: Infidel Ringo (sub)
    38: Lucedes
    39: Anialos
    41: Retaba


    I think that is right.

    So are we down to the last two mafia, or do we think there's more?

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • TayaTaya Registered User regular
    Peccavi and Egos are the most suspicious just by glancing at the first few days of the magic box.

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    Peccavi is in terrible position on day two. Ugh.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • TayrunTayrun Registered User regular
    oooOOOooooooOOOoooo

    Great work, shal!

    OOoooOOOOOooooOOOOO

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    Well, look guys. We're all either Arcadian or Cultists now.

    I was the very first vote on SeGaTai yesterday. I was in the Wiet wagons on both Day 1 (as Infidel) and Day 2.

    I am Arcadian.

    Get in touch with me, please.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • TayaTaya Registered User regular
    Peccavi claims to be an Arcadian telekinetic who trusted Wiet a little too much in the beginning. I don't have any proof that he is lying or telling the truth.

    I will also go with Egos pending further scientific evidence.

  • LanglyLangly Registered User regular
    OOoOOOOOOOOOoOOOOOO

    STRIKE FORCE RULES

    OoOOOoOOOoOOOOOOOOOoO

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    You didn't kill your target until he was publicly outed in narration!

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • CayrusCayrus Consul Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!Registered User regular
    OOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOooooo

    Still a win!

    /stabby stab stab

    oooooooOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOO

    Former Secret Service Agent Nathaniel Ford in Call of Cthulhu: Whispers in the Darkness

    Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before

    Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
  • PeccaviPeccavi Registered User regular
    I've been completely honest about my actions in the thread, and there's nothing else I can really say in defense. Taya had some sort of resistance on day 4 that prevented me from damaging her, and if I were mafia, there would be no reason for me to take a potshot 4 damage against her.

  • AnialosAnialos Collies are love, Collies are life! Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered User regular
    I can somewhat vouch for Peccavi. As for the Egos vote, I agree they are suspicious, but is there any reasoning Lucedes is any less so?

  • LucedesLucedes might be real Registered User regular
    there is the suspicious matter of jdarksun failing to kill me last night.

  • LucedesLucedes might be real Registered User regular
    in light of people vouching for peccavi, egos?

  • Smoove OperatorSmoove Operator Registered User regular
    Sorry for being gone today, errbody. Weekends are tough for me (moved 2 people on Saturday...awesome). Will read through and try and figure this all out tomorrow.

    Honesty, Integrity, Handshakefulness
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  • AnialosAnialos Collies are love, Collies are life! Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered User regular
    Lucedes wrote: »
    there is the suspicious matter of jdarksun failing to kill me last night.

    Interesting, we'll see what else comes out between now and when I get to work tomorrow.

  • RingoRingo He/Him a distinct lack of substanceRegistered User regular
    Anialos wrote: »
    I can somewhat vouch for Peccavi. As for the Egos vote, I agree they are suspicious, but is there any reasoning Lucedes is any less so?

    But who's vouching for you, would be my question here.

    Sterica wrote: »
    I know my last visit to my grandpa on his deathbed was to find out how the whole Nazi werewolf thing turned out.
    Edcrab's Exigency RPG
  • AnialosAnialos Collies are love, Collies are life! Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered User regular
    Ringo wrote: »
    Anialos wrote: »
    I can somewhat vouch for Peccavi. As for the Egos vote, I agree they are suspicious, but is there any reasoning Lucedes is any less so?

    But who's vouching for you, would be my question here.

    Nobody! Not that I know of anyways. All the people I was talking too have either died with the color I thought they would or left victorious.

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