"And if you are going to keep up that attitude, you can just leave right now"-
Listo
The
Devil hung his head and departed. He had been having such a good time destroying the inground birdhouses. It had only been a few months ago that
Listo had launched his project to build homes for birds injured before they could learn to fly. And The
Devil had delighted in destroying them with his pitchfork. The inground nature of the homes made it particularly easy for pitchfork work.
But
Listo had heard of the
Devil's plan and and sent him away with only a few words. Even the
Devil himself couldn't resist
Listo's pure charms.
But how could he conduct his evil plans when he couldn't resist
Listo? Listo had driven worldwide purity up 17% since his birth. And his power was only growing. With his "Hands of Listo" organization spreading worldwide, the
Devil feared for his damned soul stream. He couldn't even trust the Demons of Hell to resist
Listo.
He needed a new plan. A better plan. A colder plan. He needed to shield his heart from
Listo.
And so the
Devil decided he would do just that. The
Devil ripped out his own heart, and placed it in a steel shell. From there he decided: "In for a penny, in for a pound". He would shield himself completely from
Listo.
And thus the
Robot Devil was born.
The
Robot Devil knew he couldn't rely on his demons. He needed new recruits. He set out to find the most cutthroat, deceptive, self-rationalizing group in the world. Mafia Players (obviously).
First, the
Robot Devil found a group of players. He knew that he would find Morrison there as well.
"Ah Morrison. How would you like to wreak havoc? Twist each of these souls until they scream? Watch the whole world burn? HA HA HA HA!"
"Listen
Devil. I take no personal joy in this. I just make the smart plays. And destroying the world just doesn't make good game sense."
The
Robot Devil fumed. He raged. And he sent his pitchfork towards
Morrison. But
Listo stepped in front.
"
Devil. I asked you nicely before. And I will ask you again. Please leave."
But the
Robot Devil DID NOT leave. He started intently at
Listo. Listo was shocked as the
Robot Devil scoffed at him. "It seems your power is limited now
Listo. You may have
Morrison! But there WILL BE OTHERS!" The
Robot Devil shot a stream of fire at a zipline for the handicapped that
Listo had built (it made crossing the street timely AND fun). He disappeared in a fiery blaze.
Morrison looked at Listo.
Listo was shaken.
Morrison sighed "
Listo, I know you like to do things the kind way. We've got to play to win the game. This will take more than just your Hands. This will require your
Fists"
From a bar across the street, a perfectly normal bartender looked on with interest. He was wearing blue jeans and had a toothpick in his mouth, so obviously he was a normal human bartender. He took in the whole scene and pondered, as he sipped on his glass of blood. As normal human bartenders often do.
Game Notes
This will be a Role Madness game. Which will include a bit of devilry (wink, wink).
SIgn-up below. All intros will also be posted in the game thread.