Mazer
Spirit Breaker
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"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).
Do not claim roles or breadcrumb. I will kill you way faster than voidkitten.
You are strongly encouraged to make more than 5 posts a day and vote. If you need a replacement, please let me know
Day phases cut off at 48 hours. Night at 24. The cutoff occurs whether I am online or not.
If there is no hammer before the end of the day phase, the leading vote getter will be eliminated. If there is no hammer reached, the hammer the following day will decrease by 1. This effect stacks. If there is a tie, both players will be eliminated.
You must UNVOTE to move your vote (the x at the top of your reply panel)
Use the VOTE function for your vote to count (the checkmark at the top of your reply panel).
I am sending out role cards now.
After I finish, I will post an update and further game intro, prior to the official start.
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).
Do not claim roles or breadcrumb. I will kill you way faster than voidkitten.
You are strongly encouraged to make more than 5 posts a day and vote. If you need a replacement, please let me know
Day phases cut off at 48 hours. Night at 24. The cutoff occurs whether I am online or not.
If there is no hammer before the end of the day phase, the leading vote getter will be eliminated. If there is no hammer reached, the hammer the following day will decrease by 1. This effect stacks. If there is a tie, both players will be eliminated.
You must UNVOTE to move your vote (the x at the top of your reply panel)
Use the VOTE function for your vote to count (the checkmark at the top of your reply panel).
I am sending out role cards now.
After I finish, I will post an update and further game intro, prior to the official start.
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