|
||
|
|
|
|||||||
| Register | FAQ | GFWiki | Members List | Donate | Arcade | ChocoJournal | Mark Forums Read |
| Welcome to the Gamingforce Interactive Forums. |
|
GFF is a community of gaming and music enthusiasts. We have a team of dedicated moderators, constant member-organized activities, and plenty of custom features, including our unique journal system. If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ or our GFWiki. You will have to register before you can post. Membership is completely free (and gets rid of the pesky advertisement unit underneath this message).
|
![]() |
|
|
LinkBack | Thread Tools |
|
I say if they don't respond in time TOO BAD we plough on through. I'm not going to sit around waiting just because the Mafia hasn't killed me yet.
"Being a negative twat" Not at all "supporting a counter point in the political palace." Cheers for banning me so I couldn't double check Frank's phone number, we had a great time not catching up in North America. Life has been off the hook, thanks for asking!
|
|
The Mafia left me a present this morning.
------------------------------------------------------ 06:02:52 AM The carnage began in the unlikeliest of places. Furby owned a farm in rural Ohio; the farm had been in his family for generations, and business was good enough that he had been expanding his fields in recent years. Furby was enjoying his standard breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, sausage, corn bread, and a small glass of orange juice when he heard a commotion out on the farm. Something had riled the chickens up; “Might be a wolf,” thought Furby. Moving a bit slow from such a carb-heavy meal, he sauntered out to take a look, and was puzzled at what he saw. Each of his 250 chickens had a small string coming off their leg, and they were clucking up a storm. Furby picked up one of the hens to have a closer look, but just then, a chicken on the far end of the henhouse exploded with a loud bang, sending a puff of feathers everywhere. The other chickens’ squawking reached a crescendo, and Furby noticed too late that the hen in his hand, and every other chicken, had a small stick of dynamite strapped to its leg, and the string was actually a fuse. He snuffed out the fuse in his hand, but the 248 other chickens began exploding, filling the henhouse with poultry popcorn. In not one his brightest decisions, Furby had used his henhouse to store gunpowder for his antique muskets that he fired at Civil War Reenactments. One of the hens, in a desperate, brainless attempt to escape its fiery fate, jumped from its nest and flung itself at one of the gunpowder barrels. Needless to say, the resulting explosion leveled the henhouse, with feathers, and parts of Furby scattered everywhere. If Furby’s eyes hadn’t been detached from his head, he would have seen a horse and buggy slowly rolling down the road. A man with a long beard, dressed in black held the reigns. A detached finger bounced off the covered roof into the road, and the man smiled. “Cross not the Amish Mafia, lest ye face the ultimate penalty,” he chuckled to himself. Spoiler:
06:57:14 AM Capo’s first mistake was picking up the prostitute from the wrong side of town. His second mistake was getting drunk out his mind and letting the hooker tie him up. His last mistake was giving her the key to his gun cabinet, so she could “examine his pieces.” Once she had cleared out his wallet and any other valuables she could find, she shot him in the chest and left him to die. “That damn two-timing whore,” Capo muttered as the life drained out of him. Spoiler:
07:15:27 AM Secretary of the Interior Crash Landon had just arrived in his Washington office. He’d had a busy morning already, what with the kids crying, the wife nagging him about a dinner party that evening, and trying to figure out the best gift for his mistress’ birthday. The commute, as usual, left him drained, and he wanted a quick pick-me-up. On his desk, the Secretary noticed a plain mailing box, already sliced open. He peered inside and discovered a brownish box with the words “Tim Hortons” printed on the sides that exuded an intoxicating scent. “Excellent! One of our neighbors to the north has sent me some pastries!” thought Crash. He reached in and took a bite out of a maple-filled éclair, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something odd next to the copier. Moving closer, Crash was shocked to find the slumped form of his intern Steve. Steve’s right hand still tightly clutched a half-eaten bear claw. “Dear God!” exclaimed Secretary Landon, “The Canadians have poisoned the…” With that, Crash dropped to the floor, twitching and very soon, dead. When more of the Secretary’s staffers arrived for the day, they discovered his corpse, along with a note inside the Tim Hortons' box: “American tyranny is at its end. We will systematically eliminate your politicians until the halls of your government buildings run red with the colour of blood. Tremble in fear, eh!” The note was signed with a maple leaf and the name Canadian Action Network Diabolical Organization (CANDO). Spoiler:
09:24:34 AM CTU agents arrived at ruins of Furby’s farm and began to pick through the rubble. Most of the farm had been completely destroyed, because along with gunpowder, Furby also kept his bomb-making supplies and other terrorists implements handy. However, beneath a burnt shingle, an agent found a charred business card which read, “Isaac’s Dynamite Emporium, Serving the Amish Since 1876, Isaac Rockgamer, XIII, Proprietor”. 09:55:04 AM An unmarked black Ford Explorer drove up to Isaac’s Dynamite Emporium, and 2 armed CTU agents entered the store. Moments later, Mr. Rockgamer, XIII was dragged from his shop and taken back to CTU Lancaster for questioning (CTU had been monitoring the Amish threat for some time now). Rockgamer proclaimed his innocence, but the evidence against him seemed overwhelming. Spoiler:
10:46:26 AM Secret Service agents were in the process of sweeping Secretary Landon’s office for any additional clues that would give them a lead on the Canadian terrorists. An unassuming man dressed in a dark suit and sporting a cane appeared at the door and flashed his credentials. “Agent Jochie, MI6,” the man introduced himself with a crisp British accent. “I was in town on another matter, and I thought I might be able to give you chaps a hand with these Canadian bastards.” Cautiously, one of the Secret Service agents extended a hand. “We’d be happy to have any help you can offer, sir,” he replied, thinking to himself that Jochie’s appearance was just a bit too convenient… Spoiler:
------------------------------------------------------ Alive (25/28): blue Brent Chaotic Darkcomet72 - Surprisingly Nimble Dullenplain Fresh Frank Hydelloon Jochie knkwzrd Lukage LZ 645 Miravana Plarom Qube RABicle RockgamerXIII Ryuu Shin The_Griffin Tritoch Ultima wvlfpvp Yeldarb YeOldeButchere ZeroSlash Roles: Bystanders – (1/2) CTU Special Agents – (3/3) Security Officers – (2/2) Intelligence Agents – (2/3) Survivalists – (2/2) Vigilante – (2/2) Jack Bauer LIVES Terrorists – (4/5) Mole – (1/1) Mafia – (5/5) Spy – (1/1) Mysterious Strangers RockgamerXIII - ???? Jochie - ???? I’d say neither side has a real advantage right now. CTU was fortunate that the Mafia take their revenge seriously, Terrorist or not. Also, I’ve decided not to mention who visits the Two-Timing Whore at all, unless they’re going to die (like Capo, who messaged me before he had to drop out). At least while the Mole and/or Spy or alive, it’s not strategically prudent for evil to visit the TTW, thus revealing the names of her consorts would suggest that those individuals are good. EDIT: Jochie is an MI6 agent now, for those of you who read the story earlier. His overall motives are still unclear.
Last edited by nuttyturnip : Aug 18, 2006 at 11:10 AM.
Reason: changed Jochie from MI5 to MI6
|
|
Oh why not. VOTE Jochie
Calling himelf an MI5 agent. I'm not falling for that, what would an MI5 agent be going OUTSIDE of Britain anyway?
"Being a negative twat" Not at all "supporting a counter point in the political palace." Cheers for banning me so I couldn't double check Frank's phone number, we had a great time not catching up in North America. Life has been off the hook, thanks for asking!
|
|
An internal agent going abroad does seem a little convenient certainly.
For want of any other evidence at all and being a big fan of kneejerk reactions, I'm voting with Rab for Jochie. |
|
Hmm. I was curious as to whether the mafia and terrorist cell were connected, but it is clear that they are not now.
Oh, and ChocoDecide says Chaotic. While an MI5 officer shouldn't be on "this side of the pond," so to speak, that doesn't automatically make him evil. ![]() |
|
|
MI6 is the global one.
Look at the way nuttyturnip is protecting Jochie though! I reaffirm my vote!
"Being a negative twat" Not at all "supporting a counter point in the political palace." Cheers for banning me so I couldn't double check Frank's phone number, we had a great time not catching up in North America. Life has been off the hook, thanks for asking!
|
|
This smacks of obvious attempt by a bad guy to uncover the identities of good guys. I'm changing my vote to Lukage coz he's either a bad guy or a dumbass. |
|
Yes, because if they saw I was bad, they'd still PM me. :roll:
I'm gonna give my plan a shot, but I need the seer's cooperation. Once they see who I am, they can figure out what I'm up to and make sense of it. Links (Updated 6/21) ...start puttin' 'em in a bowl... ![]() |
|
I'm afraid I have to vote for Lukage. Either he's a bad guy setting an incredibly obvious trap or he's just not terribly bright. I've given Lukage the benefit of the doubt with his highly suspicious behavior before and he turned out to be evil after all, so I'm not too keen on doing so again.
Spoiler:
|
![]() Welcome to the very end of the world's longest traffic jam! |