Blackhoofs Warhammer 40'000 Game [BASIC]

[LilyElizabeth]

Kae, I'd suggest doing a careful reread. Take your time and have fun with it. It's only a game.

 

 

Oh, and remember, you win if you vote Red. ;)

[Sakaea]

I probably won't get to my vote today, just FYI. I'll carefully read thru everything tomorrow, and decide then.

[amegakure]

blah i almost had this..

[LilyElizabeth]

If it makes you feel any better, Amega, I was going to push for your lynch after we got Red.

[amegakure]

whaaa!! hows that make me feel better :( anyway hope to see you all when my game comes up! you to hoofy

[Blackhoof]

Vote Count

 

Red(1)- Lily

 

With 3 alive 2 are needed to lynch!

 

 

 

  On 2/19/2012 at 3:08 PM, Sakaea said:

Dear mod, we have 3 players left. Myself, Red, and Lily.

 

Yay for scum and SK taking each other out! Awesome.

 

Not yay for me being swing vote

 

quite right, i forgot to count lenlo out.

[Red2111]

VOTE: LILY

 

yay for them taking out eachother. it would be end game if both of you were on a team, so by process of elimination i'm gonna trust you Kae; though the whole Levi lynch still doens't sit right with me.

[Sakaea]

I'm starting a re-read now; who did you two each "protect" each night, please.

[Sakaea]

Pretty much made my decision, I'm just waiting for your lists of NAs before I vote.

[LilyElizabeth]

I self-protected every night except last night. Last night I protected you hoping the mafia would try you. They didn't so it didn't do any good, but I gave it a shot.

[Sakaea]

Ok, thanks. Red, your turn.

[Red2111]

self protected each night, especially with the Finder being killed off N1.

[Sakaea]

Ok.....really hate being the swing vote.

 

Vote Red *crosses fingers and toes*

 

My reasoning is the Levity lynch. Neither Lily nor I counted, and we accidentally put her at L-1 then hammered. Red wasn't even voting. So I'm thinking, since I'm town, Lily is also. Gawd, I hope I'm right...

[Red2111]

Kae her lynch landed when i wasn't abe to get on the CPU so i didn't get a chance to vote or even voice in on her lynch.

[Sakaea]

Well, I think Lily is the real doc. Hoof, where are you? The suspense is killing me....

[Sakaea]

HOOF!!!!! Your modly bod is requested.

[Blackhoof]

Just keeping it hanging, my friend

 

The town of Tarsum gathered in the central square at dawn, and for the rest of the day they argued and fought, bickered and quarreled as the Magus and his Patriarch- the bloated Genestealer that had initiated the infection and grown strong off his numerous slaves- watched in amusement. Despite the losses they had suffered, there were still many Genestealers left, possibly enough to overwhelm the remaining populace. However.... one thing stood between them and their victory- that Psyker. The healer who could protect the townspeople if they were attacked who certainly tip thje tide in Tarsum's favour, so he had to be eliminated first.

 

Taking the guise of the Psyker, the Magus shambled through the crowed, took to the central stage and pointed at the real Psyker. "You are an imposter!" He cried to the shocked Healer. "I am the real Psyker here! This fake captured me, tied me up and left me to die, but I escaped! We must kill him!"

 

As the townspeople surged in rage up the steps, the real Psyker held up his hand and raised his quiet, wobbly, elderly voice as high as he could. "My friends, please, this man is NOT who he says he is! I am me, not him! He wears a disguise, I can see right through it! Please, you must believe me!"

 

The townspeople backed down, confused and unsure. It was in this moment of indecision that the Magus struck.

 

Shedding his disguise, the Magus screamed a forbidden word and sent a blast of Psychic force at the Healer, knocking him off the platform and into the crowd. "NOW!" He roared, and all around the square man-holes were ripped aside, and genestealers poured out, ripping into the terrified crowd, sending blood and limbs flying in all directions. Laughing maniacally, the Magus chanted and sent bolts of jagged lightning into the chaotic melee, frying both civilians and Genestealers in his madness.

 

The Imperial Guardsmen were being overwhelmed, unable to cope with the alien monsters. Things were grim for the people of Tarsum, when suddenly, from the middle of the crowd came a cry- "ROUGHNECKS, RALLY!" Richard Krieg, leader of the Roughnecks gang, wielding two autopistols in his calloused and tattooed hands, began firing short burst of fire into the Genestealers all around him, mowing them down like wheat before a scythe. The other roughnecks- experienced fighters all- joined in, wielding lasguns, autoguns, even bolters as they fought back against the Tyranid horde.

 

smiling, the Magus pointed his staff at Richard, and began chanting. Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground by a brown-cloaked form- the Healer! Stunned into inaction by his shock, the Magus could do nothing as the Psyker wrapped his hands around his throat and began strangling the life out of him. Gasping for air, the Magus wrestled with the Psyker but the Healer was unrelenting, his grip like an iron vice.

 

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, the Magus managed to gasp out a single word, and the Psyker was sent flying backwards once more. Gasping for breath, the Magus pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his staff, ready to end the healer once and for all. he began chanting, saying unholy words that would bathe the Psyker in living flames that burned like the sun, ensuring an agonising death.

 

Richard saw what was happening, and started running for the platform. The Healer had helped him and his men numerous times throughout the years, and it was time to repay the debt. Raising his autopistols, Krieg was about to fire when a Genestealer smashed into him, its claws only narrowly missing the gang leaders face. Dropping his pistols and drawing his long knives, Krieg lashed outwards, slicing off one pair of claws, making the Genestealer screech in rage. The creatuer, using its second pair of taloned arms, began slashing at Krieg before he could finish the job, cutting deep gouges into his lightly armoured chest.

 

Suddenly the 'stealer's head exploded in a shower of ichor, and the smiling face of Richard's secodn in command was revealed, smoking shotgun in hand. Nodding his thanks, Richard staggered to his face, and started running towards the Magus once more. "Now i really need that healer," Krieg thought wryly to himself.

 

Just as Krieg reached the platform, the Magus's chanting reached a crescendo, and Krieg leapt at the Magus, knocking him to the ground, sinding a blast of fire roiling into the air.

 

The Magus growled in rage, and a Genestealer leapt onto the platform behind Richard to help its master. The 'stealer lowered itself, ready to pounce as Krieg punched the Magus again and again. Richard suddenly felt a presence behind him, his strange 'sixth sense' for danger alerting him to imminent threat. Instead of looking back, Richard rolled off the Magus just as the would-be recuer pounced. the Magus' look of rage and pain transofrmed instantly to a look of shock and horror as one of his own minions soared towards him, claws scything through the air.

 

Richard never looked back as he ran to the Psyker, helped him to his feet and left. All he heard was a short scream and a startled screech as the remaining Genestealers were killed.

 

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The Patriarch sensed the Magus' death the moment it happened, just as he sensed the death of every one of his minions that day, the psychic link shared between them providing no doubt that the Patriarch was now the only one left.

 

Filled with a seething rage, the Patriarch raged in his underground cavern, his bloated, gigantic form thundering around, slashing the walls and pulverising rocks. Hours later, when he finally got his rage under control, the Patriarch bared his teeth in what may have been a smile. He couls still signal the Hive Fleets, still bring death down upon this world. The world was not as weakened as had been hoped, but any weakness was good enough. After all, the hive fleets had devoured countless worlds stronger than this- a little backwater like Tarsum would be easy to deal with.

 

Settling down upon his throne, the Patriarch bagn gathering his Psychic power, drawing energy from the Warp as he readied the psychic beacon that would doom this world forever.

 

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"I sense something." The healer said suddenly, startling everyone in the previously silent room. "What is it?" Richard asked, who had just been healed of the wounds he had suffered. "It is a powerful presence... it is trying to...." Suddenly he shot up, sending his chair to the floor. "We must go!"

"Whe-"

"To the caverns!"

 

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The party- consisting of the Healer, Richard, the Roughnecks and the remaining Imperial Guardsmen, burst into the Patriarch's cavern. Opening his beady white eyes, the Patriarch growled at the intruders.

 

"Kill it!" The Healer cried, and the part responded, raising their weapons to slay the foul beast. With a flick of one of its wrists, the Patriarch sent them all flying. All of them were knocked unconscious, except for the Psyker who staggered to his feet and began shambling towards the Patriarch, his mind under a brutal assault by the alpha Genestealer. "You cannot win!" The Patriarch's voice appeared in his head, "You will all fall when the hive Fleet arrives!"

 

The Healer resisted, throwing up mental defences and holding off as best he could, ignoring the constant whispers from the alien mind. "Time to DIE!" the Patriarch screamed, and the Psyker was driven to his knees, where he continued to crawl forward. with smug arroagnce, the Patriarch prepared to end the Psyker once and for all, and light the beacon for his hive, "you are so ignorant! you can barely defend agaisnt me, how do you expect to kill me with your mind when you cannot even attack me?"

 

Finally responding to the Patriarch's taunts, the Psyker replied, "You are the ignorant one, xenos." With that, the Healer raised Krieg's kife and drove it into the Patriarch's throat. The Genestealer had been so preoccupied with taunting and beating down the Psyker, that he had compeltely lost touch with the physical world, his senses not registering how close the Psyker was. The Patriarch screamed as he was pulled bakc into the physical realm, blood pouring out of his throat, his hold over the Psyker's mind evaporated.

 

With cold ruthlessness, the Healer pulled the knife out and stabbed it back in again and again, causing the Patriarch to gurgle and cry out with each thrust. As his lifeblood drained away, even his superhuman resilience could not save him. With one last stangled snarl, the Patriarch sagged off his throne and onto the blood-slicked ground, and with him the Cult died as well. There would be no Tyranid invasion, no government overthrow. Tarsum, once again, was safe.

Red, who was the Magus, Mafia Godfather has been lynched!

 

THE TOWN HAS WON!

 

Looks like the trend of narrow wins for the town has continued in my mafia games, oh yeah! :D suspense and drama is the boss! :D

[John E. Kelley]

Helluva job Kae and Lily. Great game Hoof, really good flavor. Team Town ftw.

[LilyElizabeth]

Kae is the hero of this game. I can't believe we pulled the win off after losing the cop so early. Great game, everyone. And Red, it was a lot of fun going head to head with you.

 

And I agree. It was a great game, Hoof.

[Lenlo]

*Lets go of his held breathe, face turning back to its normal color.*

Oh thank goodness. My death was not in vain.

[bgrishinko]

Who's idea was it to kill me off? I woulda won this thing. So hard to win as SK.

[LilyElizabeth]

That last night, I almost protected you, Bg. You were my biggest ally against Red. You came closer to winning than you know. But I went with Kae on a hunch. Turns out it was good that I listened.

[bgrishinko]

Darg.

[Blackhoof]

i felt sure that the mafia/Bg would win that night. it was only by a miracle that the town survived.

[bgrishinko]

Hrmph. If only we had lynched Red the day before.