Justice League UNLEASHED 2

[Yoruichi-san]

Justice League UNLEASHED

Second Arc: Of Magic and Men

 

 

 

 

The 2nd Assemblage of Supervillains:
(Have BTSC, choose one player each Night to carry out kill, and once in the entire game, may save one player from the lynch)

Lex Luthor: (Man) A mere man, yet he earns the title of Superman’s greatest adversary for his intellect, ambition, and powers of manipulation. Each Night, he may control the actions of one player if he is able to correctly identify their role. He will be informed if the manipulation is successful and/or if his action was redirected, but not to whom.  Subject to all role restrictions (if he unknowingly breaks one of them or the player unknowingly breaks one of them due to having been manipulated, the player’s action will fail and he or they will be informed it failed due to breaking of a role restriction). The player he is manipulating is subject to block/redirection. If he manipulates a role that receives information, he receives the information as well. The player he is manipulating is not informed they were manipulated. Cannot manipulate Amazo. If he manipulates the Flash or any Day action, must specify during the nth Night that he will use the action on the nth Day (and hence no other). He may choose the message targets during the Day.

Ares: (Magic) The God of War, not at all bitter about the lack of worship to him in the present era *whistling*. Uses his powers to rile up his opponents against each other. Any Day, may select a player to change the vote of. As it is a Day action, it cannot be blocked or redirected, but can be manipulated.

Solomon Grundy: (Magic) Undead zombie corpse of a mob boss, is short on wit but definitely not short on strength. Being undead, can only be killed at Night by the magic of Hawkgirl’s Nth metal mace and requires a majority of votes to lynch. Any Night, may use brute force to prevent a player from acting.

Felix Faust: (Magic) An ancient sorcerer (yeah, we mean ancient) on a never-ending quest for mystical power. He may channel the spirits of the dead. Any Night, he may use the abilities of a dead player if he can correctly identify their role or choose a player and determine if they are magic or man. Cannot channel Amazo (being an android who doesn’t have a spirit to channel), or Hawkgirl (being from a different world whence her spirit will return to upon death). Subject to all role restrictions, which are reset upon the player’s death.


The Independent:

Amazo/Professor Ivo’s Android: (Man...kinda) An innovation creation by the late Professor that can replicate the abilities of the beings it comes in contact with. Each Night, it may choose one player to learn their role and copy their abilities (this action cannot be blocked, redirected, or undone). On the nth Night/Day cycle, it may also use n/2 (rounded down) of the abilities it has learned.  (If he chooses to use Day actions, must specify the Night before that how many Day actions he will be using)  Not subject to any role restrictions, except Lex’s RID manipulate, and Batman's item limit.  If he copies Batman, starts out with Batman's initial arsenal.  If he replicates Superman, he gains his invulnerability and susceptibility to krytonite. Invincible for first two Nights and Days. If blocked or redirected, each block or redirect will only affect one of his abilities.  At any time, but only for one Night/Day cycle in the entire game, Amazo may activate turbo mode, in which he is unkillable, unlynchable, unblockable, unredirectable, and unundoable.



The Justice League:

Superman/Clark Kent: (Man) Somebody save me...well, that’s what he’s here for. Each Night, may choose one player to save. Cannot save himself and cannot be saved. Due to his Kryptonian physiology, he cannot be killed at Night without the aid of kryptonite. However, since studies have linked prolonged exposure to kryptonite to cancer, no one carries it around with them, hence an attacker must return to their secret HQ to retrieve it, and cannot perform any other Night action in addition to the kill. Use of kryptonite must be specified with the kill, and cannot be used two Nights in a row.

Batman/Bruce Wayne: (Man) The only founding JL member without superpowers, he is arguably the strongest due to his intelligence, discipline, and inner strength. Now comes equipped with his own trademarked utility belt! Any Night, may use an item on his belt, however, once the item is used, it will be gone and no longer available. If blocked, item is not used. Items on the belt (and their quantity):

Batarangs (2): May use to injure a player and prevent them from acting.

Grapple gun (1): May use to spirit himself and another player of his choosing out of danger (save).

Line Launcher (1): May use to zip line a player away, saving them from the lynch.   (May use this at any time during the Day but must either choose not to act the Night before or the Night after)

Cryptographic sequencer (1): May use to hack into a player’s computer and receive the same information they receive that Night.

Smoke pellets (3): May use to disguise himself so that he may watch and find out the players who acted on his target.

Tracers (3): May place on his target and find out who they acted on.

Kryptonite (1): (In lead casing) His backup plan, just in case...

Wonder Woman/Diana: (Magic) Themysciran Princess with power second to no man. Each Night, may use her lasso of truth to find the answer to one TRUE/FALSE question (PM’s question to host and host will answer TRUE/FALSE). Cannot be redirected. May not ask about pending actions.

Flash/Wally West: (Man) Fastest man on earth...and, as Hawkgirl likes to point out...single. Uses his super-speed to ferry messages b/w roles. Each Day he may choose two roles, one to send, one to receive and the next Night the sender will be informed they may send a message and to which role. The receiver will not be informed of the sender’s role. As it is a Day action, it cannot be blocked or redirected, but can be manipulated.

Green Lantern/John Stewart: (Man) Using his power ring as an extension of his will, he may choose to do one of the following actions each Night, not the same two Nights in a row: save, block, redirect. Cannot redirect a player to themselves. Cannot die as long as Hawkgirl is alive. If Hawkgirl dies, also gains the option to kill.

Hawkgirl/Shayera Hol: (Magic) Her tongue being the only thing sharper than the spikes on her Nth metal mace, this Thanagarian dynamo may target one player any Night to kill with her weapon or she may choose a player to find out if they are magic or man using the magical properties of her weapon. May not choose the kill action two Nights in a row and may not target the same player two Nights in a row. Knows the identity of Green Lantern. Is revealed when she dies.

Martian Manhunter/Jon Jones: (Man) Sole survivor of his species, each Night may use his telepathic abilities to delve into one player’s mind and redirect their action, or use his ability of invisibility to watch and learn which players acted on his target. Cannot redirect players to themselves. May not target the same player two Nights in a row.

Zatanna Zatara/Herself: (Magic) uoy no lleps a tsac lliw ytuaeb reH. Each Night, my use her backwards magic to undo an action if she can predict it. Predictions must be in the form “[role A] [performs X action] on [player B]”. Applies to the action itself, not what the player intended, so includes actions that are being manipulated and/or redirected and is assessed after manipulation/redirection. Zatanna’s action itself cannot be redirected, and trumps all other actions in case of loops or conflicts.

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen: (Man) The world’s greatest archer...or so he likes to think. Always hits his target with deadly accuracy. Each Night, may choose a target and make their action unblockable and unredirectable, or choose a player to determine if they are Black Canary. If he finds Black Canary, gains BTSC with her. May not target the same player two Nights in a row.

Black Canary/Dinah Lance: (Man...well, not really but you know…) Strong willed and skilled at judo, each Night, may use her canary cry to either incapacitate a player, preventing them from acting, or to echo-locate them and find out their target. May not target the same player two Nights in a row.



Miscellaneous rules:

***Note: 1 Supervillain and 2 Justice Leaguer roles have been removed.  It will be announced which, but certain roles will know if other roles were removed.***  

Things that will appear in Night Post: Kills, successful saves (including undo’s), blocks.  Blocks will not be shown in this setup but the player will be privately informed they were blocked. Kryptonite use will not be shown. Block on block will result in a canceling out of actions and will not be shown (observing roles will also not see anything happening). Everything else in the Night/Day Post is subject to creative license ;P.

In the event of a tie: if the tie is due to use of Ares’s ability, no one dies. Otherwise, all tied players die and the last player(s) to add/remove/change their vote(s) to create the tie(s) dies.

All “cannot be killed at Night”’s will appear as saves, from a saving role that is not shown as acting otherwise in the Night Post if possible, otherwise random, and all “cannot be lynched/saved from lynch/no one dies” will be indistinguishable.

In case of loops: Manipulate>Redirect>Block 

In case of roles acting on the same player: Lex’s manipulate>Amazo using Lex’s manipulate, Amazo using any redirect>Martian Manhunter’s redirect>Green Lantern’s redirect, and of course, any block will prevent the player from acting.  

Redirect loops will be terminated on the first return, i.e. if A redirects a block to A, will show in the Night Post as A being blocked; if A redirects B’s redirect to A it will effectively block B’s redirect and nothing else will happen. Only the initial redirect target and action will be seen by observing roles, i.e. they will see A acted on B, but not B acted on A.

Unless otherwise specified, role abilities (things that a role must actively choose to do, i.e. actions) can be blocked/redirected/manipulated/copied, but role attributes (i.e. passives) cannot.

All actions are considered to be initiated at Night and ‘go through’ during the transition b/w Night and Day, so a player’s action will occur unless blocked or manipulated.

Players will not be informed of the success/failure of their actions unless otherwise stated.

Players are free to say whatever they wish in the thread as long as they do not make a false claim about the host or the rules. The host reserves the right to clarify any seeming misunderstanding about the rules.

No reproduction of game related material from outside the game thread in the game thread.

Please address your questions to the host in purple. Thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

In the watchtower the lone figure stood, staring out into the horizon receding along the blue and green orb below.  Her thoughts along with her gaze had lost themselves in that vibrant golden glow, the same glow which had glinted off the armor of her countryman, her companions, the day she had been raised to the rank of warrior, the day they all had, the happiest day of her life.  But the brilliance of that golden glow had been nothing compared to the glow on their faces, which in turn was nothing compared to the glow in their hearts, for to fight; to protect their home, to put their lives on the line for its honor, and even to give their lives; that was what they have been made for, what they sought in the deepest reaches of their souls.

 

But her connection to her comrades and her home had vanished like the halo now had, intenable except in her memory, leaving behind only the shadows of loss and yearning.  The warrior sighed.

 

“You are thinking of Thanagar again,” the martian’s smooth voice glided into her consciousness as his physical form glided into the room.

 

Hawkgirl snapped around, furious at hearing the interloper speak the name of her home.  “Stay out of my mind, Jon.  You have no right to be in there.”

 

The martian shook his head slowly.  “I understand your loneliness, I too have lost my home.”

 

“Understand?  How could you?  It’s not the same thing.  My home is still out there, yours…”

 

Her lips froze and her voice trailed off as she became aware of what she had been about to say.  Jon’s marked brow sagged, the only sign he ever evinced of his internal agony.  Hawkgirl started to lift a hand as if in apology, but the martian had already phased into invisibility and no doubt was on his way out.

 

Green Lantern felt something brush past him lightly as he leaned against the doorway, glaring at the Thanagarian warrior.  “Jon was just trying to help.  You shouldn’t have said that to him.”

 

Becoming aware of this new presence, Hawkgirl’s mouth clamped shut and all signs of contrition fled from her features.  “He shouldn’t have read my mind,” she replied petulantly.

 

“It doesn’t take a psychic to read what’s on your mind,” the soldier retorted.  “And you call yourself a warrior?  If any of the men in my regiment had been as sulky as you, it would have gotten us all killed.  And if any of the Lanterns in the Corps were, entire planets could be destroyed.”

 

Hawkgirl’s face reddened to a hue deeper than her hair.  She gripped the handle of her Nth metal mace so tightly her knuckles went pale, but she clenched her lips and pushed out of the room, also brushing past Green Lantern, but definitely not lightly.

 

Under the relentless assault of his opponent, it was all the hero could do not to buckle.  As soon as he managed to parry a punch or a kick or a well-aimed knee, the next attack in the expertly coordinated sequence came at him from an unanticipated position.  His adversary was truly a master in the art of combat, and because of that, he was forced to go all out despite boasting superior physical strength and superhuman speed.  Superman smiled.  He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

 

The next blow, a flying roundhouse, came towards his left, and the last son of Krypton pivoted and raised his left arm to block.  His opponent landed with demi-god like agility and transitioned into a low sweeping back kick without wasting a breath.  Superman propelled himself upwards to avoid it, and noted his adversary’s back was to him, providing an opening,  finally!

 

As he moved to take advantage of it, though, with a hard cross, his opponent leapt up with an extraordinarily high back flip and landed behind him, wrapping muscular arms around his neck.  

Superman gritted his teeth and struggled against the death grip for what seemed an interminable interval, and finally decided on thrusting back and attempting to fling his opponent over his head.  It worked, and his adversary released him and performed another mid-air somersault before landing in front, facing him.

 

The man of steel took a moment to catch his breath.  Then he grinned.  “Not bad, princess.”

 

The amazon’s lips curved up as well in response.  She straightened and brushed a loose lock of hair from her face.  “Again?”

 

A red blur flashed past the open doorway.  A moment later, it came back, this time entering the room and stopping besides the dark form that was intently typing into the console and simultaneously scanning three computer screens.

 

“Wonder Woman is sparring with Superman?” the speedster queried with incredulity somehow pronounced by the lines of his mask.

 

The vigilante paused just long enough to grace the source of the interruption with his patented cowl-covered scowl.  “Do you want to spar with her?”

 

“Uh...well…”  The scarlet speedster stammered as a phantom pain flashed down his side, an echo from his previous encounter with the amazon princess.  Suddenly he noticed an alert blinking on one of the screens, and in a manner true to his name, changed the subject, “Hey, what’s that?”

 

“Woohoo!”

 

Peels of petulant laughter pierced the space between buildings as a snake of ice sprung forth around them in midair.  Sliding along it came two figures, the first a man of middle stature, clad in a white fur lined light blue parka, holding the ice gun in one hand and a canvas bag in the other, in which betrayed suspiciously gem-shaped bulges.  Close on his snow-booted heels followed a skinny goggled man in an orange and green costume, toting a substantial green backpack, and grinning from ear to ear.

 

They were immediately pursued by a volley of arrows.  The first man adjusted the angle he was holding the gun to alter the path of ice it was generating.  The second man ducked his head slightly to his left and the nearest arrow just missed the strap of his goggles.  “Nice work, Lenny!” he cried excitedly.

 

“I told you not to call me that!” the parka-ed man chided, turning to his compatriot.  As he did, though, he noticed the slew of arrows unexpectedly curve and change course, as if guided by some sort of magic, to turn back onto them.  “Duck!” he cried.

 

The goggled man hunched down, covering his head with his hands.  The beam emanated from the ice gun glanced over his head and hit the flock of arrows, freezing them.  The man shivered and tenderly felt around his head, noting the tips of his spiky hair were now ice cold and rock hair.  “Hey!  That wasn’t…” he began.

 

Abruptly his thought was cut short as the serpentine ice bridge beneath their feet cracked and crumbled.  

 

“Aaaaaahhhhhh!” the ice man cried as he began to plummet downward.   The other man quickly retrieved a gun-shaped item from his pack and shot a torrent of a viscous, metallic substance onto the ground below, creating a mirror surface.  Instead of crashing onto the ground, the forms of the two men fell into the surface, vanishing.

 

“Darn it!” cursed the attractive blonde clad in a tight black outfit that had been in pursuit.  She turned to one of her companions, a pretty brunette in a tail-coat and top hat.  “Can’t you do anything, Zatanna?”

 

The magician shook her head.  “Sorry Dinah, the technology Mirror Master uses is more science than magic, and my spells won’t work on the mirror world.”

 

“Breaking the ice with your canary cry was a good move,” remarked her other companion, a fair haired man carrying an impressive bow and dressed like Robin Hood.  “Normally we’d have him dead to rights by now, but Captain Cold teaming up with Mirror Master makes it difficult.”

 

“Well,” remarked the bird of prey meaningfully.  “Didn’t we join a team as well?  Maybe it’s time to call in reinforcements…”

 

The shadows on the walls of the alcove danced in the flickering light of the candles.  Their accompaniment was played by a low murmuring chant in a language so long dead that what the last historians of it had written was itself in a language long dead.  The reciter, a bony figure in a purple and silver robe who had been considered tall in his time...a time long, long ago, knelt, hunched, hands clasped together with index fingers protruding out, with his eyes closed, deep in concentration.

 

Five especially substantial candles, whose flames burned with an unusual blueish hue, were arranged around the center of the floor, delineating the vertices of a large pentagram.  Strange symbols were painted along and inside it, in a fashion that would have seemed haphazard to the casual observer, but were meticulous and quintessential to the task at hand.

 

“How much longer is this going to take?” demanded the man lounging on a couch on the other side of the cavern, who exuded in self-confidence what his head failed to exude in follicles.

 

The hooded man did not respond, but the other figure in the room, who was no mere man by any means...or at least by his own, shook his horn-helmeted head.  “Patience.”  He sighed.  “One of the many virtues lacking in the societies of this era.”

 

“This era has many faults,” the affluent manipulator replied, raising his brow at the disenfranchised deity.  “But at least we don’t think every time it thunders it’s an act of god.”

 

The former god of war harumphed.  “You and your science,” he scoffed, spitting the word out as if it were a Thracian toad.  “It does not matter how much you know, or rather, how much you think you know.  Without a strong hand to guide you, humans are no more than beasts, fighting amongst yourselves for every scrap.  No...you are worse than beasts.  Beasts fight only for scraps that are real, you humans contrive scraps of fancy and then waste real resources fighting for fiction.”

 

“True,” the human seemed to concede for a moment, then continued, “but someone who is sentient of what is contrived can use it to control those who are not.”  He gave his compatriot a pointed look. “I don’t have to try to claim the ground shaking as my own act.”  He laughed contemptuously.

 

The color on the deity’s face deepened to match the hue of his helmet.  He opened his mouth to answer the slight, but as if in response itself, the ground began to rumble.

 

A loud tearing sound reverberated through the chamber and the floor in the center of the pentagram sharply fell, swallowed into the gullet of the darkness below.  The lights of the candles spasmed violently, as if sobbing in terror.  Miasma, black and ominous, ensued to suffuse from the chasm, devouring the ground, the candles, and their crying light.  

 

Slowly a form began to emerge, still covered by the miasma:  the shape of a head...then shoulders, immense and uneven...a blocky hulking torso...crooked, angled legs…

 

After the pair gigantic misshapen feet surfaced, the miasma fell, or rather, pulled away, retreating into the chasm.  As its last tendrils receded back into the darkness, the orifice seemed to suck in and close upon itself.

 

“Well, about time,” the billionaire remarked.  He glanced at the hooded man, who had stood after finishing the spell and came to stand opposed to the other two, completing the triangle, and then turned his gaze to the newcomer.  There was a glint in it as he spoke:  “Let’s begin, shall we?”

 

 

The crow landed on the rickety wire fence that encircled what remained of an abandoned factory.  The wire-cut ends of a human-sized hole gaped where thieves had passed through to steal what scraps of value they could salvage and sell on markets in varying shades of gray.  The torrid afternoon sun beat down on what forsaken morsels were left.  One single pane of aluminum siding, however, stood incongruously intact, for the most part, and the crow cocked its head curiously at the creature it saw in the reflection.  

 

The creature cocked its head in return.  The crow cawed.  The creature opened its beak as well.  The crow turned its head and as its reflection followed, it began to relax.  Suddenly, though, the reflected figure’s body and head distorted grotesquely as what a human being would have described as “a ripple” seemed to propagate over the shiny surface.

 

In a flutter of wings the crow fled as more ripples fanned out, with increasing frequency.  Something jutted out of the surface...an elbow.  It was followed by an arm and a back and legs…

 

“Hahahaha...that was terrific!” Captain Cold laughed as he tumbled out of the mirror dimension.  

 

Mirror Master chuckled and adjusted his goggles.  “Imagine the looks on their faces when they were expecting us to go ‘splat’ but we disappear instead.”

 

“I bet they’re all dancing around like chickens with their heads cut off, like ‘what are we going to do?’”  In demonstration, Cold pulled up his arms in imitation of said fowl and began hopping around on one foot and then the other.  Spurred on by the uncontrollable fits of laughter from his compatriot, he jumped higher, pretended to lose his balance, and began bawking.  To flourish, he leapt into the air, twirling, and...smack into a steel wall.

 

Or what felt like a steel wall, anyway.   “Son of a…”  Rubbing his now slightly more crooked nose, Cold glanced up...to come face to face with an all too familiar S symbol.

 

“Kryptonian?” The man of steel finished for him, folding his arms over his impressive chest.

 

“Well, Lenny, it’s been fun while it lasted,” Mirror Master murmured, backing away.  “But I think it’s about time to dissolve our partnership.  Every man for himself!”  He cried, and whirled around to jump back into the mirror world.  His movement, however, was halted in midair as a golden lasso circled about his waist.

 

A hard tug on the rope from its owner and the goggled felon came crashing to the ground.  “You were saying?”

 

The incapacitated Mirror Master and the enervated Captain Cold exchanged looks, then gazed warily at the line of formidable figures in front of them.  “Awww craaaaa…..”

 

 

 

Doctor Fate: Y-san

Roster:

1) Phil1882

2) Nana77

3) bonanova

4) tolecnal

5) flamebirde

6) onetruth

7) dee_tot

8) plasmid

9) TwoaDay

10) Kikacat123

11) Araver

12) Barca

 

 

Roles will be PMed shortly.  Please confirm in this thread when you receive yours.  Thanks.

 

Night 1 will begin as soon as roles are sent, will end tomorrow 9/11 at 9PM CST.  

 

[tolecnal]

Confirmed!

[phil1882]

confirm

[onetruth]

Confirming

[bonanova]

Role received.

 

The revised numbers are 3 / 1 / 8?

Are the wincons listed somewhere?

[flamebirde]

confirmed.

[Yoruichi-san]

The revised numbers are 3 / 1 / 8?

Are the wincons listed somewhere?

 

Yes.

Last faction standing unless otherwise stated.

[Kikacat123]

Confirming!

[plasmid]

The revised numbers are 3 / 1 / 8?

Are the wincons listed somewhere?

 

Yes.

Last faction standing unless otherwise stated.

Confirmed. And crud, when a host says "unless otherwise stated" and the OP doesn't have any statements of otherwise-ness, that makes me think there are secrets in play.

Can you confirm or deny the existence of secret abilities or secret wincons?

[dee_tot]

Confirming

[Yoruichi-san]

 

 

The revised numbers are 3 / 1 / 8?

Are the wincons listed somewhere?

 

Yes.

Last faction standing unless otherwise stated.

 

Confirmed. And crud, when a host says "unless otherwise stated" and the OP doesn't have any statements of otherwise-ness, that makes me think there are secrets in play.

Can you confirm or deny the existence of secret abilities or secret wincons?

 

 

I think it just means you should play more of my games...

 

I actually use "unless otherwise stated" a lot, I tend to set general rules of thumb (see the 'Miscellaneous Rules' section), for reasons including but not limited to: 1) Making things shorter, and 2) To hopefully facilitate players being able to figure out answers to questions in case I'm not online

 

On that note:  there are no secrets, unless otherwise stated ;P 

[nana77]

Confirmed and woohoo for a Y-san game!

 

And save Nana unless otherwise noted.

 

Normally I would not say that but I was killed n1 in my last bd game.

[araver]

Confirming.

[TwoaDay]

Confirmed!

[Yoruichi-san]

<7 hours left in Night 1.  Remember to send in your actions...lol...

 

If neone sees Barca, please let him know the game started...

 

On an aside, saw a preview of Gotham...OMG looks so good .

[nana77]

My request for a save was for Superman, not Green Lantern. GL should do whatever GL feels like so no saves are doubled up.

[flamebirde]

Nth metal mace? Classic Y-San.

[Yoruichi-san]

Night 1

 

 

A patch of cold had briefly chased away the heat and humidity of summer.  Hence the air was crisp and clear and the line of light sliced through it cleanly before opening up into a doorway sized oval.

Through the portal of light a helmeted silhouette emerged.  As he stepped through, the rift in space time re-sealed itself behind him.

The figure stared at the house in front of him, plain and unassuming, like all the other houses on the block.  But anticipation and dread filled his thoughts as the other him began talking in his head.

“I know,” he answered it after a moment.  “I know…”

Nana impatiently flipped through the 380 channels on her plasma TV, going from a sports channel to a cooking show to another sports channel to a Spanish soap to another sports channel…

A sudden chill in the air woke her up from her revelry and she spun around.  

A gaunt figure in a dark robe stood behind her, his bony fingers twisted around a talisman of some sort, chanting in a tongue she had never heard before.

“Who are you?  How did you get into my house?”

The figure raised his head, revealing jaunty features set in a sickly pallor.  “I am the world’s greatest wizard, I am here to kill you.  You should be honored.”  His thin lips turned into what was most probably supposed to be a smile, but the end result appeared to be a leering grimace.  “As for how I got in here...well, magic opens many doors…”

He began chanting again and abruptly Nana felt her throat constrict and herself unable to breath.  The leering grimace deepened.

Ding-dong!

Faust frowned.  “Who is that?”

“My...date…” Nana choked.  She gathered all the strength she could into a scream.  “Heeeelllllp!”

CRASH!  The door flew open and a strapping, well built man stormed into the room.  

Faust took in the new arrival’s musculature and glanced at his own...lack thereof.  Sighing, he made a judgement call.  “I’ll get you next time!” He cried before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

The Justice Leaguer yawned.  It had been a long day.  After making short work of Captain Cold and Mirror Master, the League had gone on to stop 23 other crimes...well 24 if you counted helping that kid with the bullies that had been picking on him.  Now it was time for bed.

Before the JLer could snuggle under the warm, inviting covers though, there came a knock at the door.  “Who is it?” was grudgingly asked.

Silence, then came the answer from a voice that seems to carry a strange echo:  “Fate.”

Sighing, the JLer trudged to the door and threw it open.  “Oh, it’s you…”

The visitor nodded slowly.  “It’s coming...and your help is needed.”

 

 

Doctor Fate: Y-san

Roster:

1) Phil1882

2) Nana77

3) bonanova

4) tolecnal

5) flamebirde

6) onetruth

7) dee_tot

8) plasmid

9) TwoaDay

10) Kikacat123

11) Araver

12) Barca

 

Day 1 begins now, ends tomorrow 9/12 at 9PM CST!

[nana77]

I can not decipher the first or last sections, but the middle one is funny as all get out! Silly Faust, trying to kill me even after I ask for a save, omg.

 

nya nya nya, can't touch this!

[nana77]

Doctor Fate: Y-san

Roster:

1) Phil1882

2) Nana77 - voting for tolecnal

3) bonanova

4) tolecnal

5) flamebirde

6) onetruth

7) dee_tot

8) plasmid

9) TwoaDay

10) Kikacat123

11) Araver

12) Barca

 

A welcome back vote for Tolecnal. Long time no see!

[TwoaDay]

Little scared that nana is going for a aggressive baddie approach and set up the first night as a risky validation/exemption thing to seem a goodie, but idk, just a thought

Also I'm thinking maybe Grundy is the baddie that's not in the game? Hopefully we get some more info soon so we can know whether or not to be vigilant towards the Ares vote- switch

[plasmid]

Doctor Fate: Y-san
Roster:

1) Phil1882
2) Nana77 - voting for tolecnal
3) bonanova
4) tolecnal
5) flamebirde
6) onetruth
7) dee_tot
8) plasmid - voting for Barc
9) TwoaDay
10) Kikacat123
11) Araver
12) Barca

Yeah, Nana's not completely cleared. Solomon Grundy is unkillable at night except by Hawkgirl, so if Nana is Solomon then the baddies might have intentionally targeted her for the NK knowing that she would survive and seem to be cleared as goodie. Possible, but not highly likely, or at least not enough to make me want to vote her. Also could be Amazo.

Since Y-san apparently can't find Barc, I'll give him an incentive to drop in and post.

[dee_tot]

Doctor Fate: Y-san
Roster:

1) Phil1882
2) Nana77 - voting for tolecnal
3) bonanova
4) tolecnal
5) flamebirde
6) onetruth
7) dee_tot - voting for Kikacat123
8) plasmid - voting for Barc
9) TwoaDay
10) Kikacat123
11) Araver
12) Barca

 

 

Random vote. Might change it later.

[araver]

Doctor Fate: Y-san

Roster:

1) Phil1882

2) Nana77 - voting for tolecnal

3) bonanova

4) tolecnal

5) flamebirde

6) onetruth

7) dee_tot - voting for Kikacat123

8) plasmid - voting for Barc

9) TwoaDay

10) Kikacat123

11) Araver - voting for tolecnal

12) Barca

No idea on who, so choosing randomly where to apply pressure.

Would really want to know why Nana is acting so aggressive.

[nana77]

I always mock the baddies when they waste a kill on me. It's fun.

 

Are baddies allowed to target other baddies with the night kill?

If Grundy is in the game:

Can they target Grundy with the night kill? Would it kill Grundy?