[Path-Shaper]

The year is 20XX, and the world has been nearly wiped out by nuclear holocaust. Throughout the land, people scratch out a living from the wastes, fighting for every morsel of food and drop of water. Warlords have risen up to take what they can and to enslave the weak. These warlords are great martial artists, who use the power of their fists to create their own laws in a land where technology has been mostly knocked back to the stone age.
Three of these warlords have a small problem. That problem’s name is Kenshiro.
First there is Shin, who betrayed Kenshiro to claim Kenshiro’s fiancé, Yuria, for himself. From Shin, Kenshiro seeks revenge and to be reunited with Yuria.
Next there is Souther, who has declared himself “Holy Emperor” and seeks to create a civilization of enslaved servants under his rule. Kenshiro seeks to bring him low.
And finally there is Kenshiro’s elder brother in the art of Hokuto Shinken (Fist of the North Star), Raoh. Raoh has declared himself King of Fists, and is amassing an army so that he can claim all power for himself. Kenshiro seeks to stop him as well, and perhaps save Raoh from the power hungry avarice that has seized his soul.
Kenshiro walks the wasteland, seeking out these foes so that they might do battle and decide the fates of the innocent, once and for all.
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Guzuri kicked the mongrol and grinned when the puppy yelped and skittered from his path.
“Hey! Don’t kick Rocky.” Cried a little girl from the side of the road.
Guzuri’s little brother, Jiri, grabbed the girl by her collar and lifted her up. Sneering, he growled, “maybe I should kick you instead, right?” Turning to his brother he called, “Looks like we got another one for the gangs. The Emperor wants things to speed up so he needs some fresh cutters and haulers.”
“No!” The girl’s mother shrieked, running out from the shelter of their meager hut next to the road.
The third brother in the gang, Nazuri, chuckled, “Looks like she wants to go too.”
Guzuri didn’t react to his brother’s quip. He was staring at a stranger who was walking towards them, hood of a tattered brown cloak pulled up to shadow his face.
Jiri turned and jeered, “What are you lookin’ at? We’re on the Emperor’s business.”
The cowled figure stopped and slowly raised his head. Involuntarily the three brothers stepped back as a low voice uttered, “You have no idea what my fists have seen, and soon they will meet your emperor.”
“What did you say!” snarled Nazuri. “He can’t speak of the Emperor that way, get him!” Jiri dropped the girl and the three charged.
The figure slid his right foot back and drew back his right arm. “For the likes of you, all you deserve is one finger.” With blinding speed he surged forward, his cowl falling back to reveal a face tanned and hardened by the wasteland. Spinning like a dust devil into the midst of the three brothers, he appeared not to touch a single one of them until suddenly he was through them, standing on the other side.
Stunned by the speed, but further surprised by the lack of anything resembling a strike, the brothers froze momentarily in place. With his back still turned to them, Kenshiro said, “I have struck your vital pressure points using only my finger. If any one of you moves, you will die.”
“Bullshit!” Guzuri turned towards Kenshiro and then screamed as his neck twisted unnaturally before crumpling to the ground. “Guzuri, what happened to you!” Nazuri shouted, and he moved to bend over his fallen brother. As soon as he did so, blood spurted from his nose and eyes, and before he could speak again his skull ruptured, sending bits of brain and fluid in all directions. Jiri, having watched all of this, started gibbering as he remained frozen in place.
Kenshiro merely replaced his hood and resumed his long walk down the road to redemption, revenge and solace. Meanwhile, the little girl walked over to Jiri and pushed.

[Path-Shaper]

Game specific rules:

REVEALS OF IDENTITY ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. Reveals of abilities, real or fake, are allowed.

Because everyone in the Hokuto world is bulging with self-confidence, Self-voting is not allowed, even "to get a lynch".

Days are 32 hours, nights are instant. (Martial artists must be immediately decisive)

Victory Conditions

Town: Eliminate Kenshiro

Scum: Achieve majority OR Kenshiro kills the 3 warlords. If a warlord is lynched, it does not count toward this VC, which becomes null.

[Path-Shaper]

For easy reference to the manga/anime that inspires this story, here is the wikipedia page:

http://en.wikipedia...._the_North_Star

And a much better Hokuto Wiki page:

http://hokuto.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

[Path-Shaper]

This is the RI PM. I randomized then number of grunts (RI's) under the various warlords, so how many exist under each one has no bearing on the game whatsoever.

Quote

You are a total asshole. You are buff, violent, and incredibly stupid. Yet you are the top of the food chain in the post apocalypse world. Only one man in your mind is tougher than you, Raoh/Souther/Shin. You are his foot soldier of the apocalypse.

You are RI.

[Path-Shaper]

The dust swirled and settled, stirred by the restless winds of the wasteland. Ruined towers in the distance emerged finally from the haze, rippling dimly in the heat of a remorseless sun. Kenshiro raised his eyes to the broken towers, all that remained of civilizations glory. What had risen in their place was brutish and ugly, and that knowledge hung upon him like a shroud.

The city, where ordinary people had been living their lives as best they could, now found itself to be a place of the broken and enslaved, people under heel to masters against which they were powerless.

Hokuto Shinken (God Fist of the North Star) had the power to destroy, and the power to heal. Even the power to heal humanities promise. Kenshiro resumed his steady stride towards the ruins. It was time to get to work.

The Game is On.

16 players alive.

9 votes to lynch, 8 to go to night.

Players not voted: Alkend, Ampelas, Bek Okhan, Denul, Eloth, Galayn Lord, Kessobahn, Korabas, Lock, Monok Ochem, Okral Lom, Rikkter, Ruse, Serc, Shadow, Tiamatha

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This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 14 April 2014 - 12:52 PM

[Shadow]

FIrst!!!

[Shadow]

and no one else is on for to play with. I shall return.

[Okral Lom]

Hmm, Path-Shaper's sig is making me hungry. My stomach curses you, PS! Maybe I should go and get some breakfast...

[Okral Lom]

Come back, Shadow! The big bear wants to play with you!

[Okral Lom]

Obviously Shadow is afraid of my enormous bear claws...

[Alkend]

Good Morning, just about to eat my Froot Loops, I thought I would say hello third.

[Shadow]

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:09 PM, said:

Obviously Shadow is afraid of my enormous bear claws...

Is that to compensate for a lack of something somewhere else?

[Tiamatha]

fourth?

[Okral Lom]

Shadow, on 14 April 2014 - 01:12 PM, said:

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:09 PM, said:

Obviously Shadow is afraid of my enormous bear claws...

Is that to compensate for a lack of something somewhere else?

The often-used aphorism about people with big hands applies to animals as well, I'll have you know .

[Shadow]

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:21 PM, said:

Shadow, on 14 April 2014 - 01:12 PM, said:

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:09 PM, said:

Obviously Shadow is afraid of my enormous bear claws...

Is that to compensate for a lack of something somewhere else?

The often-used aphorism about people with big hands applies to animals as well, I'll have you know .

Small brain size due to lack of blood flow. Good to know.

[Alkend]

*Chomps away* nom nom...

[Okral Lom]

Tiamatha, on 14 April 2014 - 01:19 PM, said:

fourth?

Come on now Tiamatha, where's your self confidence? You've got to claim your arrival position with certitude, otherwise we'll smell your weakness and attack!

[Tiamatha]

whats the weekend brealk over Easter going to be?

its generally a very messy weekend and Monday for me

[Okral Lom]

Shadow, on 14 April 2014 - 01:22 PM, said:

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:21 PM, said:

Shadow, on 14 April 2014 - 01:12 PM, said:

Okral Lom, on 14 April 2014 - 01:09 PM, said:

Obviously Shadow is afraid of my enormous bear claws...

Is that to compensate for a lack of something somewhere else?

The often-used aphorism about people with big hands applies to animals as well, I'll have you know .

Small brain size due to lack of blood flow. Good to know.

Yeah, all the blood goes somewhere else, if you know what I mean...

[Tiamatha]

also

FOURTH!!!