[quote name='Xentor' date='Nov 8 2006, 03:03 PM' post='1574732'] A vote isn't final until the day ends, but it's a statement. Kind of the equivalent of the old saying... "Put your money where your mouth is."[/quote]Unfortunately your mouth still hasn't given me a good enough reason for voting Mantrid. I have hunches about lots of people, but if I voted on every hunch I risk starting bandwagons, which at the moment is exactly what you're risking now.
[quote]Besides, if we all hold onto our votes, we'll have a lot of last-minute stuff, which won't give us time to react before the day ends. I say we get some of the votes down early, so we have time to analyze everything. [quote]Otherwise, the wolves can just come in at the last minute, pop three extra votes on some random person, and win.[/quote]But then they'd reveal themselves as certified wolves. By throwing your vote onto Mantrid you've made it easier for the wolves to disguise their voting. Remember, we're not sure that there are still 3 wolves in the game, there could be 2 or even 1. I wanted to put pressure on BM and Swift to explain their timidness, your vote has made it easy for any wolf to lay down an 'innocent' vote.
<u>Before you made your vote</u> - if there were only 2 wolves and one or even both of them pounced on someone at the last minute we'd know who they were and would be able to react.
<u>Now you've made your vote</u> - the wolves can easily throw down a vote with the excuse "oh, just to balance it out", which seems understandable, but completely disguises a wolf <i>making certain</i> that either Mantrid or the human they place their vote on dies. If Mantrid is a human, you would have created a win-win situation for the wolves.
If you are a human I suggest you change your vote to yourself (or nullify it - if that's within the rules), that way (assuming you are a human) the wolves will be happy to leave you to perish. If you're a wolf, they'll have to either double vote (exposing two wolves) or choose either Black Mage or Swiftspear to lay a single vote on, which would mean we would have found a wolf.
If you did this, it would take us back to the original situation that I wanted which is to find out why these two have been so quiet. Then at least we get some information from two players in the game. The problem is, you've relieved some of the pressure now. I ask that you put it back on for the good of the human team and prepare to be a martyr if neccessary, because atm I have you down as the most probable person here to be a wolf pending what I hope is a decent explanation on your part.
<!--quoteo(post=1574798:date=Nov 8 2006, 06:39 PM:name=im_lost)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(im_lost @ Nov 8 2006, 06:39 PM) [snapback]1574798[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--> Note on rules: Votes cannot be nullified, they can only be moved to other people. *resumes being dead* <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->It is as I suspected.
Well, I'll be gone for most of tomorrow, so I'll place my vote for <b>Swiftspear</b> now, despite what Crispy might say. Swiftspear should be a wolf. I can't guarantee this, but I strongly hope, and he's my best bet.
<!--quoteo(post=1574910:date=Nov 8 2006, 11:47 PM:name=Black_Mage)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Black_Mage @ Nov 8 2006, 11:47 PM) [snapback]1574910[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--> in the name of prudence, one vote for <b>Mantrid</b>
i wish to call cowardice on phantom votes. <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->Errr. Not sure exactly what that's supposed to mean, but it really doesn't explain your vote. In fact, all of these votes since I called amnesty could be considered wolfish. I'd hoped to draw out the wolves and it could be I've drawn out at least two. It's an easy enough rouse, spread your votes, knowing that at least one victim is on a phantom vote so you have a guaranteed kill even if people decide to even out the votes because they don't have any leads to go on.
I'm not sure who's worse. Xentor opens up the floodgates, lolfighter marches in after him and now BlackMage follows up on Xentor. Let me get this straight, you're bandwagoning on Mantrid after all this inactivity. I'm sorry, but something has to be going on behind the scenes since last time you said you "didn't have enough information", and like most of us in the dark here, I'd like to know what that something is. Naturally, you realise you're on a phantom vote, so I'm hoping you come up with a good excuse or you may end up regretting your (calculated?) stealthy inactivity as your downfall.
I'm completely open to you being innocent, <b>BlackMage</b>, it'll just take some convincing.
I can't really defend myself without looking wolfish, but since your reasons didn't make a whole lot of sense, and because I would like to live, I'm voting for <b>BlackMage</b>.
A phantom vote isn't an anonymous vote, it's a punishment vote for going a round without voting. The idea is that if a player starts the game and just drops without telling anyone eventually they will be eliminated simply through phantom votes, thus inactivity is as in destructive to the game as possible.
I agree with crispy, I really don't know anything, I'm starting to get increasingly worried that the seer and/or psychic may be dead because they haven't contacted me or anyone I've been in contact with all game (at least as far as I've been told), my strategy way to try to stay alive, observe whats happening, and give the seer time to work, because that's usually what wins the game for us. and in absence of better information I'm going to vote with the crowd in the hope that the crowd knows something I do not. <b>Mantrid</b>
<b>Blackmage</b> serves me right to only look at the last tally and not count the most recent votes.
Well, with BM on an instalynch I may never get the information I need from him (I understand he's in a US timezone, so probably won't be on until later). For now I'm going to vote for <b>Mantrid</b>, one of the others I'd like to hear from. Do you know something about BM we should all hear? Why did you bandwagon? Please, do tell.
For your info, though, BM. You're not in the clear. If Mantrid comes up with the goods then my vote's back on you, so it's probably best to get in contact regardless.
Hmm. Now it's my lunch hour I see that I didn't read the preceding votes properly.
I'll just keep the vote on <b>Crispy</b> for now, because he's the only person I can trust not to send a vote back my way in retaliation <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
No, but seriously, at the end of the day my vote will be on either BlackMage or Mantrid. If you wanna save yourself I suggest giving me a good reason.
PulseTo create, to create and escape.Join Date: 2002-08-29Member: 1248Members, Constellation
I'm pretty torn on who to vote for, but <b>Mantrid</b> narrowly beats BM for suspicion from where I'm standing. I'm open to discussion from anybody over the next 30 minutes if they want Mantrid to live.
But none of you are here anyway, so it looks like Mantrid is screwed.
<!--quoteo(post=1575228:date=Nov 9 2006, 02:49 PM:name=lolfighter)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(lolfighter @ Nov 9 2006, 02:49 PM) [snapback]1575228[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--> Uhm... Did Crispy steal Black Mage's forum account now?! <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd--> not that i know of.
<b><!--sizeo:7--><span style="font-size:36pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->Night 5 - No posting!<!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec--></b>
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<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked at the pile furiously as he reloaded his heavy machine gun. He seethed in anger as he said coldly “I’m going to kill <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> for doing this.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked in surprised. “Are you sure it is <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>? It could be critter we missed from the hive, or…”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> shook his head, watching <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> walk over and took the jetpack. “It’s him. The hive only could produce skulks, and none had the ability to change anything greater. He’s the only onos alive. He’s mine.” With that, he started moving off without any concern that he is leaving the group, and that he was no match against an onos one on one. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> sighed slightly and moved off to help him, with the rest of the aliens looking confused yet following the two marines. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> wore the jetpack, chuckled at the outfit before he went along with the marines.
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<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> roamed the base looking for food. His last meal did not fill him up completely, and judging by the state of the marines, he probably doesn’t want to meet up with them.
He was surprised to find more aliens critters around the base. In fact, a whole lot more, including an onos and a lerk. He suspected several reasons for this, and none of them was promising, but the most likely reason is: there is another hive growing since the containment field went down. It was either that or one of the skulks during the previous attack against the marines hid so well that he managed to save enough resources to go onos.
His stomach growled unhappy at the rations he ate from the mess hall. He needed to find some food soon, preferably dead marines. He strolled through several hallways, opening doors left and right to find some bodies. Strangely, all the bodies have been removed, leaving the place empty and full of blood streak marks. This puzzled the onos as he started to follow them by smell and sight. He frowned at the idea that the other onos might have devoured the dead marine treats, leaving him with nothing.
Finally, he reached a door that he did not open, where the scent of blood was coming from. Licking his lips, he bashed the door open and wander inside, eyeing tastefully at all the dead marines all in a pile. He lunged forward with his jaws open to take a bite out of the tasty treat when he suddenly stepped in something sticky. He blinked and looked down, seeing webs on the ground. Normally webs, a product from a gorge, will slow down anything that was not Kharaa. Strangely these webs seem to slow him down. He could not ponder this further, as the walls on the side became active and started shooting electricity into him. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> painfully lapsed into unconscious as the walls repeatedly zapped his body.
Somewhere, in the shadows, a figure moved in quickly to setup the trap.
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<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> followed the footprints into another room, where he staggered back and gasped. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> came up from behind to see what <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> was looking at. In the room, there was a pile of dead bodies, some of which <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> saw firsthand. Next to the pile of bodies was an onos, sleeping peacefully. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> immediately identify it as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> yelled out, “Die, you backstabbing onos!” However, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> noticed something weird and said,
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, you better watch…”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> wasn’t listening. He started to unload his clip into the surprised onos, which immediately backed up using his head to absorb the bullets. With his head in position, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> could take the punishment. However, he was trapped with the only exit behind <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took one step closer in fury, unloading what he could from his heavy machinegun, unloading his pistol, and the pulling out his knife as he charged against the onos. He never made it.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took one step into the webs that <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> found earlier, and got stuck. Seconds later, the walls glow blue and sent massive amount of voltage into the trapped object, lighting <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>’s armor to neon blue. <!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc-->’s body shot backwards into the wall next to <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, where it started to twitch as the electricity slowly dissipated from the armor.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked warily at the whole rig, and then at the onos. All he could think was that he was alone with a room full of aliens. Though they did save his life, he suddenly felt small and cold.
“I got to get out of here, even if it means sending a signal to the Orion. I don’t think I can handle this another day.”
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Night 5 will end at Friday, 3pm PST. Roles, PM me at this time.
“Forget the scientist, forget this. I’m going to send that distress signal out. If I could change the message, Orion could see the distress signal has been tampered enough to investigate before they blow this place up. Maybe I could add to the message to tell them to rescue me. Maybe there’s an escape pod I could go and be picked up by the Orion. I have to be out of here, out of this place. There’s no way I’m staying here an hour longer than I should.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked at the burnt body, dropping his light machine gun in favor of the heavy machine gun that was dropped earlier. Then he glanced at the <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
“Um… sorry guys. I’ll love to save you considering you saved my life, but I don’t see how. Unless the scientist found out a way to remove you guys from the hive.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> nodded as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> chuckled, hopping back on <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked unhappy with the idea, but didn’t seem to do anything. Noticing the moods of the Kharaa, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> decided not to hang around here any longer, in case their collars malfunctioned and come to attack him. “Let’s go.”
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<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> arrived back at the communication center. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> could not join the group since he was behind the electricity field, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> did not want to take a chance to fly into it. Along the way, they found <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> at the mess hall eating some treats, and joined the group. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked gingerly at the entrance suspiciously. Finally, he said,
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, go in there first, and take a look around. If there’s an ambush, come back out, and I’ll assist you with this.” <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> hefted the heavy machine gun as he aimed at the door.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> chuckled with a mock salute as he propelled himself backward into the room with his jetpack. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> put his hand to his face and shook his head slightly.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> glanced around looking at the room. It looked the same thing as before, having 2 sections separated by a barrier capability to defend against most attacks. However, the door is on the ground, welded apart from an earlier event, and the clock now reads “2:13:28.” Besides that, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> noticed a few more things since his previous visit. He found the base-wide communication controls that <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> was using earlier, as well as controls to guide and target the automated defense systems. Using his jetpack’s interface and his limited understanding of the Terran language, he fiddled the controls such that any Kharaa with collars will not be targeted by the automated systems. Previously, it was set to allow only humans. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> curiously looked at some human size pods on the side before turning back and giving <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> the OK signal.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> moved inside, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> jumped off and climbed to the ceiling. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked over at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> as he said,
“Where did you find the controls to extend the time again?” <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked around at the massive amount of controls, and then moved to one panel on the side. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> followed, and saw the red button that they pushed earlier, out from all the other red buttons in the room. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> gave a brief smile to the skulk. “Thanks.”
Quickly glancing at the controls, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> found out that he indeed could modify the settings. However, he isn’t sure what he could modify, considering that the message is already encrypted. If he doesn’t change it correctly, his modified message would be received as garbled garbage.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken Radio Signals 101.” He worked on it for several minutes, with the aliens watching over him.
Suddenly, someone picked him up. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked in surprise as claws grabbed him by the torso and lifted him in the air. He turned his jetpack on, but he couldn’t get free from the heavy weight that held him dearly. Turning around, he gasped slightly in surprise seeing who grabbed him.
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>? What are you doing? Let me go!” The fade answered by throwing him across the room into one of the pods, with the pod closing its glass hatch and sealing <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> inside.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> quickly felt around the glass in hopes for an entrance, for anything that he could use to break out of here. He hit the hatch with both his hands, but all it did was made a dull noise. The communication controls crackled into life as a voice was broadcast from the system.
“Well well, it seems that I caught the last marine in action. Trying to get the base blown up no less. The hero came in time to save the day. Right, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>?”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> nodded reluctantly, tugging on his collar.
“Well then, sleep marine. You will remember this as the day you failed. Then again, I think don’t you’ll remember anything after this.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> screamed and shouted at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and at the voice, as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> slowly jabbed at the controls, trying to fight off the commands while the rest of the other aliens watched helplessly as they cannot move.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> slowly stopped screaming as the cryochamber was activated, putting <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> into a deep slumber. Then, as an act to make sure he never woke up again, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> raised his claws and smashed the glass several times. The glass broke, leaving a gaping hole as the cryochamber warned immediate failure, causing it to lose power and life support of the occupant within. <!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--> withered away, as his skin turned dull blue.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> shook his head and staggered back as the voice in his head left him, allowing him to gain back control. Peering down at the dead body, and then at the other aliens, he growled and staggered off in revenge to find who controlled him.
<b><!--sizeo:7--><span style="font-size:36pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->Night 6 - no posting!<!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec--></b>
(Instantlynch)
~.~.~.~.~.~ <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> moved together toward one goal: the laboratory. It was the only place left that had a human that was alive. Logic dictated that it was the only human that controlled the Kharaa, and killed all the marines. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and the others weren’t particular too fond of the marines, but it was the notion that the scientists were close to finding a way to sever the link to the hive that ticked them off. With the marines dead, there was no way to gain independence from the hive. Chances are, they will lose their independence soon.
While the three went to the laboratory, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took a different direction, to go help <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> .
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> swiped the doors down as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> climbed on the walls for an aerial assault. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> flew by, spraying spores over the laboratory, blanketing the place into a green fog. Within the distance, the scientist chuckled loudly.
“Well well, it seems that the Kharaa had finally figured it out. Too bad the marines they were loyal to did not survive. You there, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ! Stop that gassing or else you’ll be in trouble.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ignored the scientist, bent on taking him down by making him choke on the fumes. The scientist did started coughing, but strangely he was not affect by the gas. There was no melting of skin, no wheezing to indicate that his lungs were slowly turning into mush. Instead, the scientist laughed as he pulled out a device.
“Well, I guess you’ll get a good taste of this device. It will make you scream until you are out of breath, and make you scream even more. You will scream to your death.” The scientist coughed, and then laughed again, as he pointed it to the flying lerk.
Thinking quickly, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked toward the scientist, and swiped him. The scientist screamed in pain as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ’s claw sliced part of his arm open. His reflex fired the device once before the scientist let go, which clattered on the ground.
Thankfully, his aim was off, and the blast missed <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> by mere inches. Unfortunately, the blast went by <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , and hit directly at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> . <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked surprise as he feels his body started gearing up for something. He glared at the scientist as he started to spasm involuntarily, and began to scream in pain. His scream increased in volume as the skulk slowly grew slightly, with his muscle tightened and his stomach within combining liquids together.
<!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--> blew apart, creating a massive explosion at the wall, denting it a little.
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Oh boy... alright. Though I should've expect this, you guys had to choose the wrong time. Stories will be added when I get a chance to write them.
Night starts now. Night 6 will end Saturday <strike>5pm</strike> PST. Roles, PM me now.
The new time is 6:30pm PST. I have a wedding to attend to and I doubt I'll get back at 5pm.
Comments
A vote isn't final until the day ends, but it's a statement. Kind of the equivalent of the old saying... "Put your money where your mouth is."[/quote]Unfortunately your mouth still hasn't given me a good enough reason for voting Mantrid. I have hunches about lots of people, but if I voted on every hunch I risk starting bandwagons, which at the moment is exactly what you're risking now.
[quote]Besides, if we all hold onto our votes, we'll have a lot of last-minute stuff, which won't give us time to react before the day ends. I say we get some of the votes down early, so we have time to analyze everything. [quote]Otherwise, the wolves can just come in at the last minute, pop three extra votes on some random person, and win.[/quote]But then they'd reveal themselves as certified wolves. By throwing your vote onto Mantrid you've made it easier for the wolves to disguise their voting. Remember, we're not sure that there are still 3 wolves in the game, there could be 2 or even 1. I wanted to put pressure on BM and Swift to explain their timidness, your vote has made it easy for any wolf to lay down an 'innocent' vote.
<u>Before you made your vote</u>
- if there were only 2 wolves and one or even both of them pounced on someone at the last minute we'd know who they were and would be able to react.
<u>Now you've made your vote</u>
- the wolves can easily throw down a vote with the excuse "oh, just to balance it out", which seems understandable, but completely disguises a wolf <i>making certain</i> that either Mantrid or the human they place their vote on dies. If Mantrid is a human, you would have created a win-win situation for the wolves.
If you are a human I suggest you change your vote to yourself (or nullify it - if that's within the rules), that way (assuming you are a human) the wolves will be happy to leave you to perish. If you're a wolf, they'll have to either double vote (exposing two wolves) or choose either Black Mage or Swiftspear to lay a single vote on, which would mean we would have found a wolf.
If you did this, it would take us back to the original situation that I wanted which is to find out why these two have been so quiet. Then at least we get some information from two players in the game. The problem is, you've relieved some of the pressure now. I ask that you put it back on for the good of the human team and prepare to be a martyr if neccessary, because atm I have you down as the most probable person here to be a wolf pending what I hope is a decent explanation on your part.
Votes cannot be nullified, they can only be moved to other people.
*resumes being dead*
Note on rules:
Votes cannot be nullified, they can only be moved to other people.
*resumes being dead*
<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->It is as I suspected.
This makes the current tally:
Mantrid (1) - Xentor
Swiftspear (1) - lolfighter
Mantrid (1) - Xentor
Swiftspear (1.1) - lolfighter
Black Mage (0.1)
Mantrid (2) - Xentor, BlackMage
Swiftspear (1.1) - lolfighter
Black Mage (0.1)
i wish to call cowardice on phantom votes.
in the name of prudence, one vote for <b>Mantrid</b>
Mantrid (2) - Xentor, BlackMage
Swiftspear (1.1) - lolfighter
Black Mage (0.1)
i wish to call cowardice on phantom votes.
<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->Errr. Not sure exactly what that's supposed to mean, but it really doesn't explain your vote. In fact, all of these votes since I called amnesty could be considered wolfish. I'd hoped to draw out the wolves and it could be I've drawn out at least two. It's an easy enough rouse, spread your votes, knowing that at least one victim is on a phantom vote so you have a guaranteed kill even if people decide to even out the votes because they don't have any leads to go on.
I'm not sure who's worse. Xentor opens up the floodgates, lolfighter marches in after him and now BlackMage follows up on Xentor. Let me get this straight, you're bandwagoning on Mantrid after all this inactivity. I'm sorry, but something has to be going on behind the scenes since last time you said you "didn't have enough information", and like most of us in the dark here, I'd like to know what that something is. Naturally, you realise you're on a phantom vote, so I'm hoping you come up with a good excuse or you may end up regretting your (calculated?) stealthy inactivity as your downfall.
I'm completely open to you being innocent, <b>BlackMage</b>, it'll just take some convincing.
So we know where we stand.
[2] Mantrid (Xentor, BlackMage)
[1.1] Swiftspear (lolfighter)
[1.1] Black Mage (Crispy)
Yet to vote (in alphabetical order): Mantrid, Pulse, SwiftSpear
should i fall, i pray mantrid should follow.
I agree with crispy, I really don't know anything, I'm starting to get increasingly worried that the seer and/or psychic may be dead because they haven't contacted me or anyone I've been in contact with all game (at least as far as I've been told), my strategy way to try to stay alive, observe whats happening, and give the seer time to work, because that's usually what wins the game for us. and in absence of better information I'm going to vote with the crowd in the hope that the crowd knows something I do not. <b>Mantrid</b>
<b>Blackmage</b> serves me right to only look at the last tally and not count the most recent votes.
BM vote was an autoedit BTW.
Current votes:
Mantrid (2) - Xentor, BlackMage
Swiftspear (1.1) - lolfighter
Black Mage (3.1) - Crispy, Mantrid, Swiftspear
For your info, though, BM. You're not in the clear. If Mantrid comes up with the goods then my vote's back on you, so it's probably best to get in contact regardless.
I'll just keep the vote on <b>Crispy</b> for now, because he's the only person I can trust not to send a vote back my way in retaliation <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
No, but seriously, at the end of the day my vote will be on either BlackMage or Mantrid. If you wanna save yourself I suggest giving me a good reason.
<u>Votes</u>:
[2] Mantrid (Xentor, BlackMage, <strike>Crispy</strike>)
[1.1] Swiftspear (lolfighter)
[1.1] Black Mage (<strike>Crispy</strike>, Mantrid, Swiftspear)
[1] Crispy (Crispy)
[2] Mantrid (Xentor, BlackMage, Crispy)
[1.1] Swiftspear (lolfighter)
[2.1] Black Mage (Mantrid, Swiftspear)
[1] Crispy (Crispy)
GAH! What's with all the crossing out? It doesn't copy and paste well! You're supposed to REMOVE your vote, not just cross it out! GAH! <b>GAH!</b>
Here's the real tally:
[2] Mantrid (Xentor, BlackMage)
[1.1] Swiftspear (lolfighter)
[2.1] Black Mage (Mantrid, Swiftspear)
[1] Crispy (Crispy)
But none of you are here anyway, so it looks like Mantrid is screwed.
[1.1] Swiftspear (lolfighter)
[2.1] Black Mage (Mantrid, Swiftspear)
[1] Crispy (Crispy)
Uhm... Did Crispy steal Black Mage's forum account now?!
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not that i know of.
~.~.~.~.~.~
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked at the pile furiously as he reloaded his heavy machine gun. He seethed in anger as he said coldly “I’m going to kill <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> for doing this.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked in surprised. “Are you sure it is <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>? It could be critter we missed from the hive, or…”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> shook his head, watching <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> walk over and took the jetpack. “It’s him. The hive only could produce skulks, and none had the ability to change anything greater. He’s the only onos alive. He’s mine.” With that, he started moving off without any concern that he is leaving the group, and that he was no match against an onos one on one. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> sighed slightly and moved off to help him, with the rest of the aliens looking confused yet following the two marines. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> wore the jetpack, chuckled at the outfit before he went along with the marines.
~.~.~.~.~.~
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> roamed the base looking for food. His last meal did not fill him up completely, and judging by the state of the marines, he probably doesn’t want to meet up with them.
He was surprised to find more aliens critters around the base. In fact, a whole lot more, including an onos and a lerk. He suspected several reasons for this, and none of them was promising, but the most likely reason is: there is another hive growing since the containment field went down. It was either that or one of the skulks during the previous attack against the marines hid so well that he managed to save enough resources to go onos.
His stomach growled unhappy at the rations he ate from the mess hall. He needed to find some food soon, preferably dead marines. He strolled through several hallways, opening doors left and right to find some bodies. Strangely, all the bodies have been removed, leaving the place empty and full of blood streak marks. This puzzled the onos as he started to follow them by smell and sight. He frowned at the idea that the other onos might have devoured the dead marine treats, leaving him with nothing.
Finally, he reached a door that he did not open, where the scent of blood was coming from. Licking his lips, he bashed the door open and wander inside, eyeing tastefully at all the dead marines all in a pile. He lunged forward with his jaws open to take a bite out of the tasty treat when he suddenly stepped in something sticky. He blinked and looked down, seeing webs on the ground. Normally webs, a product from a gorge, will slow down anything that was not Kharaa. Strangely these webs seem to slow him down. He could not ponder this further, as the walls on the side became active and started shooting electricity into him. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> painfully lapsed into unconscious as the walls repeatedly zapped his body.
Somewhere, in the shadows, a figure moved in quickly to setup the trap.
~.~.~.~.~.~
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> followed the footprints into another room, where he staggered back and gasped. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> came up from behind to see what <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> was looking at. In the room, there was a pile of dead bodies, some of which <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> saw firsthand. Next to the pile of bodies was an onos, sleeping peacefully. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> immediately identify it as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> yelled out, “Die, you backstabbing onos!” However, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> noticed something weird and said,
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, you better watch…”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> wasn’t listening. He started to unload his clip into the surprised onos, which immediately backed up using his head to absorb the bullets. With his head in position, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> could take the punishment. However, he was trapped with the only exit behind <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took one step closer in fury, unloading what he could from his heavy machinegun, unloading his pistol, and the pulling out his knife as he charged against the onos. He never made it.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took one step into the webs that <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> found earlier, and got stuck. Seconds later, the walls glow blue and sent massive amount of voltage into the trapped object, lighting <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>’s armor to neon blue. <!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Mantrid<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc-->’s body shot backwards into the wall next to <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, where it started to twitch as the electricity slowly dissipated from the armor.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked warily at the whole rig, and then at the onos. All he could think was that he was alone with a room full of aliens. Though they did save his life, he suddenly felt small and cold.
“I got to get out of here, even if it means sending a signal to the Orion. I don’t think I can handle this another day.”
~.~.~.~.~.~
Night 5 will end at Friday, 3pm PST. Roles, PM me at this time.
Players remaining:
1. Xentor
2. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
3. Crispy
4. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
5. Pulse
6. lolfighter
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“Forget the scientist, forget this. I’m going to send that distress signal out. If I could change the message, Orion could see the distress signal has been tampered enough to investigate before they blow this place up. Maybe I could add to the message to tell them to rescue me. Maybe there’s an escape pod I could go and be picked up by the Orion. I have to be out of here, out of this place. There’s no way I’m staying here an hour longer than I should.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked at the burnt body, dropping his light machine gun in favor of the heavy machine gun that was dropped earlier. Then he glanced at the <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>.
“Um… sorry guys. I’ll love to save you considering you saved my life, but I don’t see how. Unless the scientist found out a way to remove you guys from the hive.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> nodded as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> chuckled, hopping back on <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked unhappy with the idea, but didn’t seem to do anything. Noticing the moods of the Kharaa, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> decided not to hang around here any longer, in case their collars malfunctioned and come to attack him. “Let’s go.”
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<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> arrived back at the communication center. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> could not join the group since he was behind the electricity field, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> did not want to take a chance to fly into it. Along the way, they found <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> at the mess hall eating some treats, and joined the group. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked gingerly at the entrance suspiciously. Finally, he said,
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>, go in there first, and take a look around. If there’s an ambush, come back out, and I’ll assist you with this.” <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> hefted the heavy machine gun as he aimed at the door.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> chuckled with a mock salute as he propelled himself backward into the room with his jetpack. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> put his hand to his face and shook his head slightly.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> glanced around looking at the room. It looked the same thing as before, having 2 sections separated by a barrier capability to defend against most attacks. However, the door is on the ground, welded apart from an earlier event, and the clock now reads “2:13:28.” Besides that, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> noticed a few more things since his previous visit. He found the base-wide communication controls that <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> was using earlier, as well as controls to guide and target the automated defense systems. Using his jetpack’s interface and his limited understanding of the Terran language, he fiddled the controls such that any Kharaa with collars will not be targeted by the automated systems. Previously, it was set to allow only humans. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> curiously looked at some human size pods on the side before turning back and giving <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> the OK signal.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> moved inside, and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> jumped off and climbed to the ceiling. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked over at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> as he said,
“Where did you find the controls to extend the time again?” <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked around at the massive amount of controls, and then moved to one panel on the side. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> followed, and saw the red button that they pushed earlier, out from all the other red buttons in the room. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> gave a brief smile to the skulk. “Thanks.”
Quickly glancing at the controls, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> found out that he indeed could modify the settings. However, he isn’t sure what he could modify, considering that the message is already encrypted. If he doesn’t change it correctly, his modified message would be received as garbled garbage.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken Radio Signals 101.” He worked on it for several minutes, with the aliens watching over him.
Suddenly, someone picked him up. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked in surprise as claws grabbed him by the torso and lifted him in the air. He turned his jetpack on, but he couldn’t get free from the heavy weight that held him dearly. Turning around, he gasped slightly in surprise seeing who grabbed him.
“<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>? What are you doing? Let me go!” The fade answered by throwing him across the room into one of the pods, with the pod closing its glass hatch and sealing <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> inside.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> quickly felt around the glass in hopes for an entrance, for anything that he could use to break out of here. He hit the hatch with both his hands, but all it did was made a dull noise. The communication controls crackled into life as a voice was broadcast from the system.
“Well well, it seems that I caught the last marine in action. Trying to get the base blown up no less. The hero came in time to save the day. Right, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b>?”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> nodded reluctantly, tugging on his collar.
“Well then, sleep marine. You will remember this as the day you failed. Then again, I think don’t you’ll remember anything after this.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> screamed and shouted at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and at the voice, as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> slowly jabbed at the controls, trying to fight off the commands while the rest of the other aliens watched helplessly as they cannot move.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> slowly stopped screaming as the cryochamber was activated, putting <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> into a deep slumber. Then, as an act to make sure he never woke up again, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> raised his claws and smashed the glass several times. The glass broke, leaving a gaping hole as the cryochamber warned immediate failure, causing it to lose power and life support of the occupant within. <!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Pulse<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--> withered away, as his skin turned dull blue.
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> shook his head and staggered back as the voice in his head left him, allowing him to gain back control. Peering down at the dead body, and then at the other aliens, he growled and staggered off in revenge to find who controlled him.
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Day 5 will end at Sunday, 3pm PST.
Players remaining:
1. Xentor
2. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
3. Crispy
4. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
5. lolfighter
EDIT: instantlynch is at 3 votes.
So, at least one wolf dead. That's good news. Maybe even two, if we're really lucky. So who's next? We need info. Still no word from seer or psychic?
We have <!--coloro:red--><span style="color:red"><!--/coloro--><b>INSTALYNCH.</b><!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--> No more posting.
(Instantlynch)
~.~.~.~.~.~
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , and <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> moved together toward one goal: the laboratory. It was the only place left that had a human that was alive. Logic dictated that it was the only human that controlled the Kharaa, and killed all the marines. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> and the others weren’t particular too fond of the marines, but it was the notion that the scientists were close to finding a way to sever the link to the hive that ticked them off. With the marines dead, there was no way to gain independence from the hive. Chances are, they will lose their independence soon.
While the three went to the laboratory, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Blackmage<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> took a different direction, to go help <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Swiftspear<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> .
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> swiped the doors down as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> climbed on the walls for an aerial assault. <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> flew by, spraying spores over the laboratory, blanketing the place into a green fog. Within the distance, the scientist chuckled loudly.
“Well well, it seems that the Kharaa had finally figured it out. Too bad the marines they were loyal to did not survive. You there, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ! Stop that gassing or else you’ll be in trouble.”
<b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ignored the scientist, bent on taking him down by making him choke on the fumes. The scientist did started coughing, but strangely he was not affect by the gas. There was no melting of skin, no wheezing to indicate that his lungs were slowly turning into mush. Instead, the scientist laughed as he pulled out a device.
“Well, I guess you’ll get a good taste of this device. It will make you scream until you are out of breath, and make you scream even more. You will scream to your death.” The scientist coughed, and then laughed again, as he pointed it to the flying lerk.
Thinking quickly, <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> blinked toward the scientist, and swiped him. The scientist screamed in pain as <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Crispy<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> ’s claw sliced part of his arm open. His reflex fired the device once before the scientist let go, which clattered on the ground.
Thankfully, his aim was off, and the blast missed <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> by mere inches. Unfortunately, the blast went by <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Lolfighter<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> , and hit directly at <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> . <b><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="color:#3333FF"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></b> looked surprise as he feels his body started gearing up for something. He glared at the scientist as he started to spasm involuntarily, and began to scream in pain. His scream increased in volume as the skulk slowly grew slightly, with his muscle tightened and his stomach within combining liquids together.
<!--coloro:#FF0000--><span style="color:#FF0000"><!--/coloro-->Xentor<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--> blew apart, creating a massive explosion at the wall, denting it a little.
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Oh boy... alright. Though I should've expect this, you guys had to choose the wrong time. Stories will be added when I get a chance to write them.
Night starts now. Night 6 will end Saturday <strike>5pm</strike> PST. Roles, PM me now.
The new time is 6:30pm PST. I have a wedding to attend to and I doubt I'll get back at 5pm.
Players remaining:
1. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
2. Crispy
3. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
4. lolfighter