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Nightmare Mafia
- Thread starter Coloursfall
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Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Mai
Banned
<Must I explain this to you?> Turning to the child, the one who had accused it, the Nightmare began its explanation. <We are all Nightmares here, or at least all of the truly innocent ones are. While it may be probable that this was a pure slip, I must beg to differ--assuming you are not a Dreamer than you would know well enough that being one of us becomes you as an innocent. While I remember confusing games on their own, remembering whether you are for the general populace's destruction is a rather intuive thing. Forgetting your own alignment is a bit much to believe, and if you recall your alignment then piecing together the name of your alignment is not too difficult.
And, on top of that, you began with an accusation; several. "Seems almost primal?" Well, while I do despise my other half it is unlikely that this was meant genuinely. Next you had accused Newton, admittedly on causes of silence, but when their alignment flipped today it seems that their quiet was not due to intent to harm. And, as you could see, they had spoken--rather softly, the girl should have spoken up more--just a short while earlier. And afterward you accused Metallica Fanboy (however, I will give you the dues of not starting the lynch); generally regarded as experienced; can be quite helpful; most likely a bomb or unsafe to kill as a Dreamer. We had little leads other than inactivity, however when there were others I must wonder.
Mistaken votes are often; however I feel that this may not be one. Defend yourself, ole_schooler.>
((Wow I'm terrible at this. Oh well.))
And, on top of that, you began with an accusation; several. "Seems almost primal?" Well, while I do despise my other half it is unlikely that this was meant genuinely. Next you had accused Newton, admittedly on causes of silence, but when their alignment flipped today it seems that their quiet was not due to intent to harm. And, as you could see, they had spoken--rather softly, the girl should have spoken up more--just a short while earlier. And afterward you accused Metallica Fanboy (however, I will give you the dues of not starting the lynch); generally regarded as experienced; can be quite helpful; most likely a bomb or unsafe to kill as a Dreamer. We had little leads other than inactivity, however when there were others I must wonder.
Mistaken votes are often; however I feel that this may not be one. Defend yourself, ole_schooler.>
((Wow I'm terrible at this. Oh well.))
ole_schooler
This WILL be the last time you see me.
Would you rather do nothing, and abstain? Fine, suspect me if you must, but I would call on those that do nothing, on those that claim their goals are "amoral" and "just," and call them out as the Dreamers here. You claim to hate your other half, Mai, but take no move against them. I even offer you an opening, and you repay me with suspicion? Remind me not to help you out again, Dreamer.
And by "innocent," I meant I thought Newton was a Dreamer, and against us. What kind of terror can you raise by being unable to move? I was surprised by her Nightmare status. A poor move on the Dreamer's part, as had they killed someone else, I would still have called for her death, and they would be one more step ahead.
And by "innocent," I meant I thought Newton was a Dreamer, and against us. What kind of terror can you raise by being unable to move? I was surprised by her Nightmare status. A poor move on the Dreamer's part, as had they killed someone else, I would still have called for her death, and they would be one more step ahead.
Phantom
Uh, I didn't do it.
GONE! MY SMILE, MY SMILE! WHY?!
Must they take everything? ALONE! ALONE! ALONE! I failed in my revenge! I failed!
She sat outside the group of Nightmares that crowded the newest catastrophe. Her mind buzzing. The one true thing keeping her steady was gone. Now she was nothing, useless. Not that she'd been useful in the first place. Now, with her other half gone, she was nothing. Literally half of what she was.
Now they all point fingers at each other, calling each other 'Dreamer'. Would more death solve this? Is it ever an option? NO! THEY WILL PAY FOR KILLING THEM. PAY WITH THEIR USELESS LIVES!
She listened to the voices chatter away, but one stood out. Accusing ole_schooler of being Dreamer. Mai made sense. At least as much sense can be found in this mess.
Must they take everything? ALONE! ALONE! ALONE! I failed in my revenge! I failed!
She sat outside the group of Nightmares that crowded the newest catastrophe. Her mind buzzing. The one true thing keeping her steady was gone. Now she was nothing, useless. Not that she'd been useful in the first place. Now, with her other half gone, she was nothing. Literally half of what she was.
Now they all point fingers at each other, calling each other 'Dreamer'. Would more death solve this? Is it ever an option? NO! THEY WILL PAY FOR KILLING THEM. PAY WITH THEIR USELESS LIVES!
She listened to the voices chatter away, but one stood out. Accusing ole_schooler of being Dreamer. Mai made sense. At least as much sense can be found in this mess.
Zero Moment
Vinyl Scratch
- Pronoun
- He
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
((whups))
The night is coming quickly, the fat, shining moon in the Nightmare rising. There is a hasty vote, and then a name comes up - Twofold Malice will die tonight. Two figures loom up over the small Nightmare - Gehangte and the Barbed Wire Seraph's metal extensions creak to life, ready to hold the Nightmare down to present him to the coreof their world for judgment. The Seraph lashes out with his steel wings, binding the arms and writhing tentacles of the condemned behind his back, while the massive clawed spider legs of Gehangte carried him at the head of the gruesome parade of remaining Nightmares.
He was carried through the broken landscape, all the while smirking. He may not have won, but they would see.
Soon enough, they reached the Hart, the being revered by the Nightmares as their creator, the source of the dark power that helped them rise. Not so much a creature as a fixture of the landscape, the Hart was a twisted pillar of flesh, bones protruding like branches and a great mass of spiked tentacles curled at the base. The massive skull of an ancient stag with massive, curling antlers serves as a 'face' of sorts, eye sockets spewing smoke.
Twofold Malice was presented to the beast, who twitched with anticipation for the kill.
He turned to the others.
"So this is what I get." he said, steadily, though for once uncertainty, almost fear was creeping into that normally arrogant voice. "I try to protect you, flush out the intruders, and you choose to kill me. Do you just hate my honesty? Hate me for calling every single one of you sods out? Whatever." he spit, "I'm not the one who needs saving. I'm fine. The rest of you lot can stay here and rot in your own sorrows for all I care." He went silent, his frame shaking slightly, but he faced the beast with a steely expression.
The Hart's tentacles shivered and rose, wrapping about Twofold Malice, squeezing him tight to the flesh of the pillar, blood pooling at the base of the pillar. His screams were muffled by the pulsing flesh, but were still enough to make even the spider-legged Gehangte cringe. When the beast was done, it dropped the now-lifeless body, broken and bloody, before going still except for the smoke from its eyes.
Twofold Malice (ole_schooler) is dead. He was Nightmare (Innocent) - Aligned. You have 24 Hours for Night Actions.
The night is coming quickly, the fat, shining moon in the Nightmare rising. There is a hasty vote, and then a name comes up - Twofold Malice will die tonight. Two figures loom up over the small Nightmare - Gehangte and the Barbed Wire Seraph's metal extensions creak to life, ready to hold the Nightmare down to present him to the coreof their world for judgment. The Seraph lashes out with his steel wings, binding the arms and writhing tentacles of the condemned behind his back, while the massive clawed spider legs of Gehangte carried him at the head of the gruesome parade of remaining Nightmares.
He was carried through the broken landscape, all the while smirking. He may not have won, but they would see.
Soon enough, they reached the Hart, the being revered by the Nightmares as their creator, the source of the dark power that helped them rise. Not so much a creature as a fixture of the landscape, the Hart was a twisted pillar of flesh, bones protruding like branches and a great mass of spiked tentacles curled at the base. The massive skull of an ancient stag with massive, curling antlers serves as a 'face' of sorts, eye sockets spewing smoke.
Twofold Malice was presented to the beast, who twitched with anticipation for the kill.
He turned to the others.
"So this is what I get." he said, steadily, though for once uncertainty, almost fear was creeping into that normally arrogant voice. "I try to protect you, flush out the intruders, and you choose to kill me. Do you just hate my honesty? Hate me for calling every single one of you sods out? Whatever." he spit, "I'm not the one who needs saving. I'm fine. The rest of you lot can stay here and rot in your own sorrows for all I care." He went silent, his frame shaking slightly, but he faced the beast with a steely expression.
The Hart's tentacles shivered and rose, wrapping about Twofold Malice, squeezing him tight to the flesh of the pillar, blood pooling at the base of the pillar. His screams were muffled by the pulsing flesh, but were still enough to make even the spider-legged Gehangte cringe. When the beast was done, it dropped the now-lifeless body, broken and bloody, before going still except for the smoke from its eyes.
Twofold Malice (ole_schooler) is dead. He was Nightmare (Innocent) - Aligned. You have 24 Hours for Night Actions.