always
My my, so confident.
always
Bious sat sipping his coke bottle, sweat dripping off his brow. Everyone was exhausted, having taken on quite a flock of Risen.
“I would kill for some Gatorade about now” said LimeGreenPatato.
“You know, I saw some in the Panda Express fridge. I’ll show you where.” said Redbeard.
“Cool, thanks” said LimeGreenPatato, as he got to his feet. “Anybody else need anything?”
“No thanks” said Black Jesus. His hammer was dripping with blood, and he was cleaning it off with a towel. “I need to start repairing these defenses before more of the zombies find their way in.” LimeGreenPatato and RedBeard left to go back to the foot court.
“So, what are we going to do about this problem? I think RedBeard is the leader” said Bulldancer. “We should just kill him now and end it.”
“Don’t be so hasty” said Cyntalan. “We don’t know anything yet.”
“Well, does anybody have a better plan?” asked Bious?
“I do, Sheriff” said Cyntalan. “Let me tell you in private real quick… I don’t trust these guys.”
Bulldancer and Sovi3t rolled their eyes. Exodus and Black Jesus were talking amongst themselves about repairs, and not really paying attention anyway.
“Sure. Be right back guys” said Bious, as he tucked his revolver into its holdster, and left with Cyntalan.
–
At the food court, LimeGreenPatato was happily drinking down his newly found gatorade. “Thanks again.”
“Sure, no problem. But we should probably get back” said RedBeard.
“Yeah, of course… one thing though.” LimeGreenPatato stopped for a moment, looking around to make sure nobody else was here. He leaned in closer to Redbeard, who leaned back away from him.
“I’m with you man” said LimeGreenPatato.
“Er, what?” asked RedBeard.
“I’m with you. This whole thing. I’m on your side. I’ve been trying to contact you.” pressed LimeGreenPatato. RedBeard, instead of showing the acceptance he was hoping for, was looking more confused.
“If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about” said RedBeard, a hint of anger in his voice.
“No, no I’m just saying, me and you against the world. Watching each others back, making sure the cult doesn’t hit us.” stammered LimeGreenPatato.
“Yeah, sure, of course.” said RedBeard, not entirely convinced. “Let’s get back.”
“Sure, let me just go take a leak real quick” said LimeGreenPatato, hurrying off to the bathroom, sweat beading down his back.
Once alone, he stopped over the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. “Fuck” he said. “I chose wrong. I guess there’s always option B.” He reached under his shirt, for a walkie talking he had been carrying. Underneath the sink was a battery pack he had hidden earlier; he snapped it into the device, and turned it on. All he heard was static.
“Sir, this is Alpha Niner, do you read me, over?” spoke LimeGreenPatato.
“Yes, we read you Alpha Niner, what is your status, over” replied the walkie talkie.
“I’m at the mall, request evac. I’ve been unable to make contact. The death cult is in effect, and people are killing each other”
“So you need extraction?” replied the voice.
“Yes, sir.”
“Alpha Niner, you are not authorized to take any further action. Stay put, we are moving in soon. No more contact. Over.”
With that, the line went dead. LimeGreenPatato removed the battery, and tossed the walkie back into the trash. He had better hurry back out to Redbeard before he got suspicious.
–
“Ok, so I know who the cult leader is” said Cyntalan. Bious finished his coke, and tossed the bottle away.
“Really? And who might that be? Bulldancer? RedBeard?” asked Bious.
“No, somebody else” replied Cyntalan. Bious noticed his vision was starting to go dark around the edges. He lost strength in his legs, and went to one knee.
Cyntalan smirked, looking down over the weakened man. “Yes. Me. Pathetic you all are, tearing each other to shreds.”
Bious reached for his revolver, but he was easily disarmed by Cyntalan.
“Yes, so I killed a handful of people. 5 so far, to be exact. Big deal. You guys killed like 8 just trying to catch us. We’re all going to die eventually. Well, at least thats what the news tells you. Worlds gone to shit, the dead have risen, all contact with the outside world is gone. People panic. So I start up this cult. Get a couple of crazies to go in with me; not the brightest bunch, I admit, but they pulled their weight. Start feeding them scripture, passing parlor tricks off as signs of His coming, and promise them an eternity of reward for their deeds. The human mind is weak, it wants to believe, wants to belong, wants to have answers spoon fed to it. So that’s what we do.” Cyntalan was fiddling with some device on the desk, Bious couldn’t really see what it was.
“If you can understand the human psyche as well as we do, then breaking it isn’t hard. Make them think there is no hope, no chance for survival. Scare them with brimstone and rising dead, cut off any contact with the outside world. People get scared. They believe the stupidest things, like Satan is coming to reward them. Or that the entire world was overtaken. Tsk tsk. We never intended for it to be used here at home. No, the virus got out; that was a mistake. People have to answer for that mistake, don’t you think?” sighed Cyntalan.
“But the damage was done. So we had to make the best of it. This wasn’t a village in Kabul, or a tribe in Afghanistan. This was the grand old U S of A. Would our population react the same way as all our other tests? So we sat back. We shut down the signal. We let the dead stay within the quarantine zone.” He clicked the battery into the walkie talkie. “And I was sent in to observe, and to stir up what I could. Hence the Deaths Embrace nonsense. Sorry about the deaths by the way, but you guys were dead either way; us or the zombies.”
Cyntalan clicked on the walkie talkie. “This is Victor Eight, requesting extraction. We are done here.”
“Confirmed, Victor Eight” came the voice. “Alpha Niner also contacted us from there.”
“Idiot, he hasn’t figured out who I was.” said Cyntalan to Bious, who was still struggling muscle control. He clicked back open on the walkie. “Roger. Please send evac stat.”
“Stay put, we are moving in for evac soon. No more contact. Over.”
Cyntalan smiled at Bious. “Nothing personal.”
“With me, it’s always personal” said SoVi3t. He was pointing his double barreled shotgun directly at Cyntalan.
“You government people come in here, killing us, treating us like lab rats, for some sort of chemical warfare you plan to use on the towelheads? And you think that’s not personal?” spat Sovi3t.
“Ah, yes, the wrinkle in my plan. You, my friend, have been Busy. Killing Kaz, good job. But you also killed plenty of innocents too; SikWidIt and Orochizoolander, by my count. That means you’re in the negative with your usefulness, pal. Tsk tsk.” said Cyntalan. “But look, killing me isn’t going to do anything. You kill me, the army is going to come in here and take you out. Let me live, and I’ll make sure you get out of this alive.”
Sovi3t took a dip from his chew. “And what about him?” he asked, motioning to Bious. “Just leave him to die?”
“Something like that. Standard stuff. Don’t worry about it, you’ve been out for yourself since the beginning, why change that now? It’s what I liked about you” said Cyntalan.
Sovi3t lowered his shotgun a bit. “Makes some sense, don’t it?” he said. Cyntalan nodded along with him. “But then, there’s the issue with Pimp Willy.” Cyntalan’s smile faded away.
“You killed Willy, he was a good guy. Knew him before this all went down. And you just fed him to the zombies. I’m 'fraid I can’t just let that slide.” Cyntalan opened his mouth to protest, but it was met with a blast of shotgun pellets as his flesh was torn from his face. He fell to the ground, dead. “Guess I’m even on my killing spree now, ain’t I?”
Bious stirred on the couch, trying to get Sovi3ts attention. “Ah yes, Sheriff. Ya know, I’ve never been too fond o’ the police, and they’ve never been too fond o’ me. I think maybe, just maybe, I owe you this for a lifetime of harassment.” Sovi3t raised the shotgun towards Bious, who was unable to move any longer. He pulled the trigger, emptying the second barrel and blowing off the Sheriff’s hand. And then, picking up the walkie talkie Cyntalan left, he disappeared from the mall as fast as his feet could take him.
–
The Officer sighed. “I’ve got two good men inside, can’t the order wait?”
“No” said the general. “Presidents orders; the entire city of Detroit is to be destroyed to prevent any further spread of the virus. We are t minus two minutes on the bombers incoming.”
“It’s too bad. I’d liked to have seen the report on what went down there.” said the Officer.
“Don’t worry, Victor Eight already uploaded his report remotely.” said the General. “This was not all in vain. I’ll see you for debriefing later.” The Officer saluted him, and the general donned his helmet and left.
The officer poured himself a drink. “God bless the USA” he sighed, as overhead he heard the rumbling of the jets enroute for their bombing run.
The scene faded to black. Big white letters appeared in the middle of the screen
“Directed by M. Night Shyamalan”
Everyone in the theater clapped, the audience was cheering.** Pimp Willy** sighed, standing up from his seat and waving to a few reporters nearby. He hurried outside the theater, to a red carpet premiere covered in paparazzi. He stopped to sign an Autograph for a fan, who had been hired and planted by his agent for the photo op. Flashes went off as people clamored for a picture.
“Pimp Willy, TMZ wants to know is it true you are dating Mila Kunis so soon after your breakup with Zoey Deschanel?” Pimp Willy smiled, answered no questions, and was promptly in his limo and out into the streets.
“How did the premiere go sir?” asked his limo driver. Pimp Willy sighed.
“When I signed on for a movie adaptation of the Walking Dead comic, I didn’t expect Hollywood would fuck it up so bad” said Pimp Willy
“You did see World War Z last year, right sir?” answered tho Limo Driver. They both had a laugh.
“Ah well, I guess take me back to my mansion. I can cry myself to sleep with my 12 million dollar paycheck.”
And with a smile, Pimp Willy opened his copy of the Walking Dead, and starting reading the already well worn pages.
THE END
Civilians Win!
Survivors:
Exodus - Teen Lover #1
Sovi3t - The Psychotic Redneck
Bulldancer - Civilian
Redbeard - Civilian
Black Jesus - Carpenter
LimeGreenPatato - Cult Sympathizer
Whew. Let the post game bickering begin!
God dammit.
Why me?
I think because if you were killed, and the Sympathizer picked Cyntalan correctly, then they’d have 2 mafia without you being able to sniff out which was dirty. It was a solid play I think, over BJ who would have upped it to two night kills, but probably still would’ve come too late to make a difference in the end game.
I knew you was Mafia, Cyntalan. Your first 3 days of voting sealed the deal.
@Kaz were you right?
I will post why some of you (sikwidit) had to die, in order for me to win, in the morning when I sober up.
yee haw
Congratulations man.
I need to get better at this. Cyntalin was like my lowest priority.
Oh also, BJ called it pretty correct in his PM, except he was like “It’s either Cyntalan or RedBeard” followed by “It’s definitely RedBeard” But he knew it was Sovi3t as the Redneck.
DaRabidDuckie sent some guesses in which were like 90% wrong
SWBeta’s list was pretty bad too (albeit from night 1, fuckers always killing him) but he was convinced Duckie was the sheriff
Oh, one more thing, this game was almost completely different.
Cult PMd a kill on Black Jesus night 2, but retracted it for Missing Person before the deadline. Only lynch votes can’t be changed, so I allowed it. And, well, the game would have been drastically different. I think that was like the replay moment of the game.
MVP I think is Bious, but Sovi3t is a close second if not a tie.
Bious got Doofensmirtz right, and even was right on Cyntalan being dirty (even though his investigation turned up negative). Without that info, the civs wouldn’t have stood a chance.
At least I got Dramatix and Doofen killed and suspected Kaz.
Though really, Cyntalin…
Damn.
You know the sad thing?
I used my ability on Cyntalin AGAIN tonight.
WHY did I not listen to my gut.
0_o
GG all. Lookin’ forward to another.
This was a total clusterfuck for mafia’s side, lemme tell ya. By the end of night 1, me and kaz were expecting this to not get much further than night 3. Doof surprised me in outliving kaz, though. I really didn’t expect this, as he was damn near as silent to us as he was to all of you. At least early on. 
Nice jobs guys, game was hella fun as expected 
Was it so Mafia wouldn’t target a vet and think it was a new player with the role?
C- tier baby. Ggs everyone. Btw Mafia, why u kill me on night 3?
Edit: I’m with Soviet, lets not wait till 2014 for the next game… And I want a roll -_-
Edit 2: I can make edits AGAIN!
To soviet
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