I walked into the station, the file on my desk staring back at. Sometimes thats how it is, your life staring you down. And it can be hard to look away.
Heh. Forgot the election was today. Whoever the new mayor was, they couldn't make this town better. The low characters of the town rule the streets, like an infestation, and it is a deep infestation.
I ran and I ran. I ran just to keep the pavement from catching up to me. I ran until I hoped the bullet would just catch me and end it. I turned down an alley and found a faceful of bricks, but there it was - spray painted on the wall.SpectralSpork. I always hated ties...
I spent the whole day just trying to forget, but I can only forget for so long. I stumbled into my apartment at 3:30 AM. I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember why.
I'm here to stop them. No, not stop. I'm here to kill them. Those that took everything I had. I don't remember very much. There were gunshots, the explosions in my head. And there was a name. Not a name, a letter.
"Mr. D sends his regards."
Bang. Everything froze. I was still here, but I don't know why. But I do know what I must do.
As I checked my hair in the mirror, I took one last glance at the overly jovial e-mail open on the nearby laptop.
'Guise guise guise,' it read. 'omg did u chek the cc listing??? i did!!!!'
Someone seemed to think that a group e-mail meant all of those that got it were 'innocent'. If any of us punks were innocent. That word had long ceased to have any meaning.
I straightened my tie, put on my coat, and lit a smoke. They helped. As I checked my gun, I left the apartment. I had an appointment with a guy who was either a dumb member of the Inner Circle, or just a dumb punk. Either way, we were better off without !WasabiBean.
The cowards run. Slip out the back way like a terrified bride's silent farts. At least they have the decency to provide a replacement, some more grist for this insane mill.
The rain running down my face tastes of salt and anger -- and I realize that I'm crying.
Given the recent games, I'm convinced it's impossible for the village to not try and shaft itself on day one.
I'm Valerie Winterson, I investigate people. Don't kill me.
I'm not around for much longer today, the one day I'll miss the vote close annoyingly enough, or I woulda held off on this just a bit longer. To further save myself... !Mr. Defecation
So, word on the grapevine is that the dumb whateverheis is gonna have to wait for his appointment with a hollowpoint. Sleaze had a way of sliding under the carpet like a waxy-backed roach, it seemed.
The guy that though going to Chinatown, he needed fixing, so that a detective 'friend' might live.
Mr. Defecation, that was his name. Poor guy wouldn't know what bit his yellow-fever-stricken ass until it was too late.
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Hello everyone, I say Spectral earns a one day respite. So Mr. D for death.
My head throbbed with the intensity and thunder of a subway train destined for the black pits of hell. Each time I took a glance at the undulations of Dunadan019's post I was reminded of the filthy dance of back alley whores and prostitutes. All of the seedy motels with heart shaped beds that vibrated for just a few quarters. It was out of place like the sanguine splashes of blood that dotted the path that would lead me to the inner circle.
The city was buzzing with noise and fury, but as the bard once shrewdly observed, this meant jack-shit. Anyone can shoot a gun, mouth-off, run through the streets asking every pair of preying eyes to swivel their way, but it would all seamlessly blend into the backdrop of this feature, another layer of scum on the the water's surface.
One man however, was jumping out of the woodwork like a kangaroo on heat, and this didn't bode well for me at all.
Seems I'd have to pay old man !Mr "Huan Sun" Defecation a little visit.
I feel really bad for everyone with post restrictions, looks like it's a real pain.
I'd normally assume that had powerful abilities with those restrictions, but since Dunadan said he had nothing else I look at putting as if they're being put out of their misery.
Also, I wish I had the noir writing style down like many of the posters, it's truly fun to read.
I feel really bad for everyone with post restrictions, looks like it's a real pain.
I'd normally assume that had powerful abilities with those restrictions, but since Dunadan said he had nothing else I look at putting as if they're being put out of their misery.
Also, I wish I had the noir writing style down like many of the posters, it's truly fun to read.
.I likE youR stylE, sincE dunadaN saiD sO iT musT bE truE :P
The word on the street was that Tony "Mr. Defecation" Arezzo knew something. He was a real low-life; he'd earned his nickname after one too many tired-eyed hookers decided to gossip about his tastes in the bedroom.
We all have our dirty secrets, I suppose.
Fortunately for Mr. Shits, he didn't have what I was looking for. I made it a lot less painful than it had to be for him.
As the echoes died down from the round I'd put through his lower intestines, I caught a glimpse of a mocking television screen.
Red and black flickered out between bursts of static, like my nightmares all over again.
Alfred Woden's manor was burning. The old man had been found dead, no doubt a victim of his former "friends".
It wasn't just the manor that was igniting. The rest of the city had erupted into violence, like a powder-keg filled with hatred.
The newsreader read off a list of the dead. It seemed like a gang-war had sounded off tonight, the trumpet of the apocalypse to herald my coming.
The names were the familiar scum, bar one; Arkady Kuhlmeye, a senator from out of state. He was too high profile to be just another mobster. One of the Inner Circle had already died.
Now I just had to hunt down the rest.
The Dead; kuhlmeye - Inner Circle member CJ Iwakura - Alfred Woden Kay - mobster
Mr. Defecation - mobster
Abotkin - mobster
Jdarksun and Drez are on inactivity watch. If they do not vote today, they will be replaced.
Day Two will end at midnight GMT on friday, in approximately 24 hours.
All PMs will be going out in a few moments. If you think I should have sent you something, and I haven't, get in touch.
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Heh. Forgot the election was today. Whoever the new mayor was, they couldn't make this town better. The low characters of the town rule the streets, like an infestation, and it is a deep infestation.
Well, it was nice to hear that !Nocturne was paying attention to his job. This city is doomed.
I'm here to stop them. No, not stop. I'm here to kill them. Those that took everything I had. I don't remember very much. There were gunshots, the explosions in my head. And there was a name. Not a name, a letter.
"Mr. D sends his regards."
Bang. Everything froze. I was still here, but I don't know why. But I do know what I must do.
!Mr. Defecation had seen his last sunrise.
'Guise guise guise,' it read. 'omg did u chek the cc listing??? i did!!!!'
Someone seemed to think that a group e-mail meant all of those that got it were 'innocent'. If any of us punks were innocent. That word had long ceased to have any meaning.
I straightened my tie, put on my coat, and lit a smoke. They helped. As I checked my gun, I left the apartment. I had an appointment with a guy who was either a dumb member of the Inner Circle, or just a dumb punk. Either way, we were better off without !WasabiBean.
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The rain running down my face tastes of salt and anger -- and I realize that I'm crying.
I'm Valerie Winterson, I investigate people. Don't kill me.
I'm not around for much longer today, the one day I'll miss the vote close annoyingly enough, or I woulda held off on this just a bit longer. To further save myself... !Mr. Defecation
No idea what the count is though...
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Agreed, I think I have a slightly better chance of surviving this way though. Hope the guard, if one even exists, helps.
As for the Vote Count
SpectralSpork- 6
Mr. Defecation- 6
Pablo_Price- 2
Others at 1 or less
Yes.
Steam
I'm sorry, but I don't like the Mr. D. vote either. At least SS didn't wait until the day AFTER he almost dies to the vote to reveal.
Waste of the virrage vote though, I rove how pharra game day 1 votes arways rand on a speciar.
Steam
The guy that though going to Chinatown, he needed fixing, so that a detective 'friend' might live.
Mr. Defecation, that was his name. Poor guy wouldn't know what bit his yellow-fever-stricken ass until it was too late.
.I aM noT surE whosE posT restrictioN iS worsT .wE shoulD havE A votE
.iF thE voteS foR sporK diminisH ,I wilL probablY changE mY votE aS yoU arE mY disableD brethreN
Be a man! Deal with it!
Mr. Defecation, as there's nothing to go on.
.yoU trY typinG likE thiS anD you'lL seE whY
You probably could've just made a quick program to do it for you....
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.I couldn'T prograM mY waY ouT oF A papeR baG
No I was just making a Comic Sans joke.
.I hatE yoU :P
One man however, was jumping out of the woodwork like a kangaroo on heat, and this didn't bode well for me at all.
Seems I'd have to pay old man !Mr "Huan Sun" Defecation a little visit.
I'd normally assume that had powerful abilities with those restrictions, but since Dunadan said he had nothing else I look at putting as if they're being put out of their misery.
Also, I wish I had the noir writing style down like many of the posters, it's truly fun to read.
.I likE youR stylE, sincE dunadaN saiD sO iT musT bE truE :P
The word on the street was that Tony "Mr. Defecation" Arezzo knew something. He was a real low-life; he'd earned his nickname after one too many tired-eyed hookers decided to gossip about his tastes in the bedroom.
We all have our dirty secrets, I suppose.
Fortunately for Mr. Shits, he didn't have what I was looking for. I made it a lot less painful than it had to be for him.
As the echoes died down from the round I'd put through his lower intestines, I caught a glimpse of a mocking television screen.
Red and black flickered out between bursts of static, like my nightmares all over again.
Alfred Woden's manor was burning. The old man had been found dead, no doubt a victim of his former "friends".
It wasn't just the manor that was igniting. The rest of the city had erupted into violence, like a powder-keg filled with hatred.
The newsreader read off a list of the dead. It seemed like a gang-war had sounded off tonight, the trumpet of the apocalypse to herald my coming.
The names were the familiar scum, bar one; Arkady Kuhlmeye, a senator from out of state. He was too high profile to be just another mobster. One of the Inner Circle had already died.
Now I just had to hunt down the rest.
The Dead;
kuhlmeye - Inner Circle member
CJ Iwakura - Alfred Woden
Kay - mobster
Mr. Defecation - mobster
Abotkin - mobster
Jdarksun and Drez are on inactivity watch. If they do not vote today, they will be replaced.
Day Two will end at midnight GMT on friday, in approximately 24 hours.
All PMs will be going out in a few moments. If you think I should have sent you something, and I haven't, get in touch.