[Path-Shaper]

"Anomandaris. That's one vote Ano. One vote Silchas. One vote Korbas." Jeff goes for another vote and reads, "Demelain. That's one vote for each of you."

Jeff reaches in and reads the next vote to himself. Without speaking, he reaches in and reads the rest one by one. He laughs, then kicks over the urn. Another two dozen votes for Prazec Goul spill out.

"The next four people voted out of Survivor: Malazan Mafia... Ano, Korbas, Silchas and Demelain. That's one vote each, but it's enough. You need to bring me your torches."

Silchas looks around wildly, Korbas tries to stay calm and Demelain faints. Anomandaris just sighs to himself. He and Karosis shake hands and then he stands, heads to the podium, and hands Jeff his torch. Jeff brings his snuffer to bear and says, "Anomandaris, the tribe has spoken," and snuffs Ano's torch.

The ritual is repeated with Korbas, Silchas and the comatose form of Demelain.



"Well, tonight's tribal council had a familiar theme... guarded secrets. In addition, with the idol being played, it will go back into the game. We'll see how it plays out... everyone grab your stuff and head back to camp. Good night."

[Barghast]

Korabas, on 09 April 2013 - 04:51 PM, said:

Path-Shaper, on 09 April 2013 - 04:47 PM, said:

Without hesitation, Prazec Goul stands up and walks over to Jeff. He pulls something out of his pocket. You can't see it clearly.

Jeff takes the item and Prazec Goul walks back to his seat and sits down.

Jeff says, "The rules of Survivor state that if a Hidden Immunity Idol is played, then all votes cast for that player will not count and the player with the next most votes will go home. This is a hidden immunity idol. All votes for Prazec Goul will not count. I'll now read the votes."

Anyone eles think that PS may have rigged the hidden immunity thing in Prazec Goul's favor?

Trying to peer inside D'reks mind could be fatal.

[Path-Shaper]

The looming, annoying pink things were finally gone. They'd been chopping, slashing, and vomiting at each other ever since the big wooden home had stopped moving, and it had been all a monkey could do to stay alive ...

But only one of them had been alive last night. The rest had used up their last pistol shots, broken their knives and swords, and ate the last of the food before killing one another in hopeless desperation at being stranded in the middle of nowhere.

And the last drunken, befouled sot hadn't put up much of a fight as a simian's incisors had torn repeatedly into his throat - he'd been too exhausted from pushing a loose cannon off the deck. The monkey sighed wistfully at the loss of his beloved cannon - after it had fired, that hole had been so big and empty and hot - but, well, that's life. You win some, you lose some, you jizz in someone's boot, and then you find something new to stick your dick in.

He strutted onto the main deck proudly, dragging sacks of yellow shinies behind him, wondering just how impressed all the casks and coils of rope and deck planks would be at his newfound wealth. Oooh, and look at that slutty capstain ...

And as the monkey surveyed his boundless bounty of buggerables ... the wind began to blow.


Anomandaris (Vengeance) is dead. He was a Meyern and the Drunken Surgeon.

[Path-Shaper]

Leaping from catwalk to catwalk while dodging rocket sentries, the Test Subject gracefully slides into a portal and re-emerges just before the entrance to Test Chamber 2. An Energy Pellet flies by, missing the Test Subject's head by centimeters. Furious, the Test Subject pokes their head around the corner and launches an orange portal against the wall opposite, followed by a blue portal towards the Energy Pellet's destination. Ducking back behind the corner, a rocket from the Rocket Sentry flies past into the orange portal, out the blue portal and flies past once again before an explosive contact with the source of the Energy Pellet.


Korbas is dead. He was an Aperture Science High Energy Pellet Launcher.

[Path-Shaper]

It was about 4:30pm, and Stephanie was walking along the shoulder of Route 5 near Center Lovell, Maine. As she walked, she practiced her sobbing fests for when the press would next invite her to speak about the tragic betrayal by one of her sinister proofreaders. She was making such a commotion of wailing, sobbing, howling and moaning that she had no inkling of the speeding Buick coming up behind her. The truck was straddling the shoulder of the road, clearly aimed directly at her.
When the truck hit her, it was with a wet plopping noise reminiscent of overlarge French toast being dropped from a great height. Stephanie flew 14 feet through the air and landed in a ditch just off the side of the road. She was mostly cushioned by her own bodymass and suffered no significant injuries, but was already telling herself that she was bleeding from at least 20 separate arteries at once.
Moments after she pulled her cell phone out of her purse, a booted foot came down on the electronic gizmo (and her hand), shattering the circuits (and her bones). Too frightened even to scream (and very, very aroused by the predicament), she stared into the truck driver's eyes as he sternly told her to quit crying over her (fake) little internet leak and get the hell back to work on her books. Or else.
The stranger donned his cowboy hat, twirled his revolvers and strode away into the sunset, humming to himself and muttering that "you just don't mess with the King."

Silchas Ruin is dead. He was an Independent and Felicity the Bisexual Zombie.

[Path-Shaper]

The lights flicker for a few seconds, and darkness falls.

Very shortly, the emergency lights illuminate the scene. The source of the short circuit is easy to spot, as one of the robots is now half-melted, with smoke coming out of what would be his ears if he had any

Demelain is dead. He was ifyouguess.



"Haha! Good job!" the Heavy says, having finishing his meal. He looks over at the body. "What's s'posed to happen now?"

alt146 looks down at the Sniper's corpse where it lay, and removes his helmet and scratches his head. "Not entirely sure, maggot."

"Ah hem. Gentlemen?" alt146 and Shinrei look over at HoosierDaddy, who has silently been watching the previous scene. Only instead of seeing the BLU Pyro that was on their team, they see a lanky man in a well-worn suit, his face covered in a ski mask.

"I'm afraid partaking in that little "skirmish" will be the second worst thing to happen to you today." HoosierDaddy smirks at the two BLU team mates, who suddenly realize what has happened.

"Gaaah..." mutters alt146.

"Uh oh..." moans Shinrei.

BANG. A bullet cleanly finds its way into alt146's skull. He falls over backwards.

Telas is modkilled by request. He was town and the BLU Medic.



You stalk through the corridors, men in tow, and in your midst, a tiny slip of a girl who looks rather out of place amidst all these bloodspattered marines. Then, at a cross-section, your little band is charged from the right by a bleeding hulk of a thing, one arm gone, blood vessels still leaking blood. It takes out the few remaining warriors you have left, and as you empty your gun into it's mandibled face, you realize it won't be enough. Then, out of the darkness, an alien comes sailing, in a jump that makes this hideous creature seem almost graceful. Talons and teeth rake the predator, rend flesh, tear it apart. You slam an extra clip into your rifle, and indiscriminately fire into the two fighting titans.

Finally, the giant predator topples over, blood spurting from a score of deep, deep wounds. The alien comes with it. It is brighter, there's a terrible, cold, calculating intelligence in the way it takes in the surroundings, and in the way it turns its head to you, you know you are dealing here with a more advanced form. Could this be The Bitch, that fast, murderous cold hearted killer alien that has eluded you at every turn? You feel for another clip at your belt, find it's empty. Then, your hands close around a grenade. You take one look at Newt, standing there... and hope the blast radius won't extend that far...

You pull out the pin, dive forward. Pushing your arm into the alien queen's maw is the hardest thing you ever did, but thankfully, it's short as her jaws bite down and sever it just below the elbow. As you bleed to death and the queen struggles to rise, crippled by her fight with the predator, you smile.

"See you in hell, bitch."

Then, the world turns orange, and blissfully black and cool immediately after.

Kalse (Azathmaster) is modkilled by request. He was an Esselmontarian and Newt.

[Barghast]

Bisexual Zombie? Hot.

[Anomandaris]

Dead

This post has been edited by Anomandaris: 09 April 2013 - 05:01 PM

[Barghast]

Anomandaris, on 09 April 2013 - 05:00 PM, said:

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 04:53 PM, said:

Rage Against the Machine - Renegades of Funk


Rage Against the Machine - Bombtrack

Bloodhound Gang - The bad touch


Tenacious D - Kickapoo

Now put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you feel nuts.

Tenacious D, right on. They sing the greatest song in the world.

[Okaros]

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 05:02 PM, said:

Anomandaris, on 09 April 2013 - 05:00 PM, said:

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 04:53 PM, said:

Rage Against the Machine - Renegades of Funk


Rage Against the Machine - Bombtrack

Bloodhound Gang - The bad touch


Tenacious D - Kickapoo

Now put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you feel nuts.

Tenacious D, right on. They sing the greatest song in the world.

Agreed.
39 is hilarious.
And I love Metal.

[Barghast]

Okaros, on 09 April 2013 - 05:04 PM, said:

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 05:02 PM, said:

Anomandaris, on 09 April 2013 - 05:00 PM, said:

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 04:53 PM, said:

Rage Against the Machine - Renegades of Funk


Rage Against the Machine - Bombtrack

Bloodhound Gang - The bad touch


Tenacious D - Kickapoo

Now put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you feel nuts.

Tenacious D, right on. They sing the greatest song in the world.

Agreed.
39 is hilarious.
And I love Metal.

Oh yeah.

You ever seen a grown man naked?
Ever seen a dog lick its balls?
You like movies about gladiators?

[Path-Shaper]

It is night 10. Many hours remaining.

17 Players still alive: Ampelas, Barghast, Bendal Home, Cast, Fener, Gamelon, Karosis, Korabas, Liosan, Okaros, Okral Lom, Omtose, Prazec Goul, Spite, Tennes, Togg, Tulas Shorn

[Karosis]

Path-Shaper, on 22 December 2008 - 10:40 PM, said:

ifyouguess - each night he guesses who is going to die at night AND who is going to get hung the next day. If he is correct, he gains that person's powers. He can only do an ifyouguess and 1 other power each night.

[Barghast]

Karosis, on 09 April 2013 - 05:11 PM, said:

Path-Shaper, on 22 December 2008 - 10:40 PM, said:

ifyouguess - each night he guesses who is going to die at night AND who is going to get hung the next day. If he is correct, he gains that person's powers. He can only do an ifyouguess and 1 other power each night.

That's a cool role.

[Ampelas]

Barghast, on 09 April 2013 - 04:58 PM, said:

Bisexual Zombie? Hot.

Damn good way to survive don't ya think?

[Ampelas]

Path-Shaper, on 09 April 2013 - 04:56 PM, said:

It was about 4:30pm, and Stephanie was walking along the shoulder of Route 5 near Center Lovell, Maine. As she walked, she practiced her sobbing fests for when the press would next invite her to speak about the tragic betrayal by one of her sinister proofreaders. She was making such a commotion of wailing, sobbing, howling and moaning that she had no inkling of the speeding Buick coming up behind her. The truck was straddling the shoulder of the road, clearly aimed directly at her.
When the truck hit her, it was with a wet plopping noise reminiscent of overlarge French toast being dropped from a great height. Stephanie flew 14 feet through the air and landed in a ditch just off the side of the road. She was mostly cushioned by her own bodymass and suffered no significant injuries, but was already telling herself that she was bleeding from at least 20 separate arteries at once.
Moments after she pulled her cell phone out of her purse, a booted foot came down on the electronic gizmo (and her hand), shattering the circuits (and her bones). Too frightened even to scream (and very, very aroused by the predicament), she stared into the truck driver's eyes as he sternly told her to quit crying over her (fake) little internet leak and get the hell back to work on her books. Or else.
The stranger donned his cowboy hat, twirled his revolvers and strode away into the sunset, humming to himself and muttering that "you just don't mess with the King."

Silchas Ruin is dead. He was an Independent and Felicity the Bisexual Zombie.

Cool scene. But Buick doesn't make trucks. Never have iirc.

[Path-Shaper]

One ray of light filters through the rubble down into the center of the basement warehouse. The only sounds you hear between the heavy breathing and tense, muttered prayers to a higher being are the shells above continuing to fall. The reverberations of the explosions rattle your diaphragms and cause shortness of breath.

Wow boyo this room is dark...hey brother if you can hear me...see the dark shadow in the corner...it's the American...I'm sure of it.

(You hope you didn't waste your youth as you learned ventriloquism and voice-throwing on the boardwalk of Atlantic City a far cry from the lethal killing machine you are now.)

Yes brother I see him....death to the Infidel!

You catch a flurry of movement...one of you darts across the room, finger over the detonator taped to your wrist. There is a flash of light and an ear-deafening explosion.

Who was it? The corpse is beyond recognition. Who was caught in the blast? You bend over the remmants of the aftermath. A single scrape on the rubble of the floor gives away the figure behind you too late. He grabs your hand and twists the fingers until they all break. You want to press your detonator, but can't the pain cripples you and you fall to your knees. The burqa you are wearing is no match as steel meets your throat. Blood streams down and you gurgle one last word.

Meow


Cast (Stalker) is dead. He was an Eriksonian and the Jihad Radio Man.

[Bendal Home]

http://images.hemmin...20truck%203.jpg

1955, check it out.

[Path-Shaper]

The disco lights come on, the music starts blaring and morgoth skates into the floor, unaware that alla round him beady eyes stare out from beneath disco glasses with suspicion and anger clouding their mind. They move forward as one, the perfect eight lined up together performing the ancient disco jive of doom. Morgoth can only stare in wonder at the glitter and spandex, transfixed as every bulge bulges in unison. His mind small as it is, cannot cope with the awesome disco groove, and his eyes explode in their sockets as the gyrations take a turn for the dirty.

The dance continues, around and around the screaming norwegian, pummelling him with syncronisity as staying alive blares out with ironic beat.

pretty soon there is only the smoldering mess of a silver jumpsuit and an afro that has lost its bounce.

Karosis is dead. He was a roleless discoer.

[Path-Shaper]

In the middle of the night, a blood-curdling scream is heard. The lights come on and you see Korvalain lying in a pile of blood with a Bratwurst through his chest.

Okaros is dead. He was town and Alan Turing.

This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 09 April 2013 - 05:56 PM