Well he did fool me sorry zoom, blizzerd didnt want to reveal his second medic and said je had you on your suspicion list. his fault
it would have served its goal if the game went on brutos, also i would have stepped in if people bandwagoned him
M M M M M Monster Kill!!!!!! Infils had no chance this round, like the base crew had no chance last round.
Blizzerd the scout? Orrly who would have expected THAT ... :p So you got some extra clues huh? Thats what I was talking about ... :mad:
I kinda like how bandwagoning is done by the base crew/BE 3 outta 5 times lol. Jus' gotta keep in mind not to do it, if ya a baseycrew. Gives some explanations, yo!
Lol, lucky early win. I guess that's that. It really didn't matter who would have died today, as me and Blizzerd had everything figured out. Zoom and I would have healed each other and Blizzerd, meaning that there would be no way for Blizz to die basically. It's complicated. So, I guess that's that.
"Where is ScardyBob," Brutos asked, "Without him, the voting is a tie, two each, Jessiah and Recon." "I guess we kill them both," said Aeoneth. "Hey now, boys, let's not do anything hasty," Brutos said, "I trust Jessiah, turn your votes on z100m." "Shut up," Aeoneth said impatiently, "The votes are final. Do you have any last words, Jekotian scum?" "I have but one," Jessiah said, before shouting "DUCK!" Aeoneth dropped to the ground, expecting someone to attempt to strike at him, but there was no one and nothing. Jessiah quickly came up behind him and wrenched his sidearm from his grasp. "The tables have turned, do you have any last words," Jessiah asked with a maniacal look of glee on his face. A shot rang out behind Jessiah, followed by a booming voice, "I vote Jessiah." Jessiah crumpled, screaming in pain, the shot had torn through his hips. ScardyBob approached Aeoneth, his rifle barrel still warm, and helped him to his feet. "Jekotia will rise again you Imperial pigs, ju-" Brutos tossed a pipe to Aeoneth, which he promptly brought down on Jessiah's skull. From the corpse fell a single micro-recorder, dislodged from Jessiah's ear by the blow. Blizzerd stooped over the body to retrieve it. "Does anyone wish to know what he recorded?" blizzerd asked the room at large. Several heads nodded, and blizzerd handed the micro-recorder to Brutos, before rushing back to his quarters to retrieve his FCOM. "He had me fooled," Brutos said, "I told him last night that I knew he was the infiltrator, but I didn't want this to end so soon, and I would help him survive a little longer." "You tried to side with the spy?" aaaaaa50 shouted in fury. "No, it was a ploy, and he saw straight through it," Brutos replied calmly. Blizzerd returned with his FCOM, and retrieved the micro-recorder from Brutos. "If you are hearing this, I am most likely dead, and you Imperialist bitches can go to hell. This is my personal log of my time spent at this prison, starting with the day I killed the warden." *BEEP* "Day one. Command radioed in to tell us there was another pair of spies at the prison, but the transmission was cut off before they could say who. When I told GodHand of the other spies, he was already in a panic. He told me to vote for him, to divert suspicion from myself, because the guards had already found him out. I decided to spend the day snooping around for bullshit clues to draw attention away from him. When I found a clue that could possibly turn everyone against Cloud, who I hoped wasn't one of the other spies, I tried, and failed, to set a change in motion. GodHand died today, leaving me alone and fearful, scared of the other spy pair more than the basecrew." *BEEP* "Night one. Metal Smith, time and time again, proved himself to be far too intelligent, far too dangerous. Kylegar had assured me Metal Smith was a guard when I had escorted him to the wardens office for interrogation. Fucking maniac bastard, I wish he was alive just so I could watch him die again. Tonight I became a traitor to the Republic. Accident or not, I could never redeem myself for this." *BEEP* "Day two. I pushed the anti-Cloud band-wagon a little and I was overjoyed with the results. A double kill, both prision guards! I love it when these morons forget how to count." *BEEP* "Night two. Decisions, decisions... At this point my greatest fear has become the other spy. After killing Metal Smith, I have decided that the only way to survive is to ignore that there is another spy and kill without discrimination. I cannot risk to reveal myself, I must proceed as best I can. I decided to kill KaneTW. He struck me as an intellligent person, so the 'wolf' had to die. I must say, his skull made a satisfying crunching sound. I was quite relieved the other spy hit Trickster - who was full of shit, he never once contacted me - instead of myself." *BEEP* "Day three. I'm trying, and failing, to fuel an anti-Vulkanis band-wagon. I think he might be the medic. It is of no consequence to me either way. If the band-wagon fails, I think I'll join the anti-Kane wagon." *BEEP* "Night three. I followed my hunch that Vulkanis was a medic, and was sadly disappointed. I spent hours deciding in graphic detail how to kill him with his own medical supplies, for irony, and in the end I couldn't even find the mortar shell I wanted to throw at him." *BEEP* "Day four. Foxy strikes me as suspicious, and I have decided that I will use that to my advantage. Hopefully I can fuel a band-wagaon against him. If that fails, I'll join the abstain band-wagon." *BEEP* "Night four. I decided I'll strike Mageknight, poor confused bastard thinks he's a mage AND a knight. Impossible. Fuck, they don't even exist anymore. I am disappointed he was an engineer, I was hoping for a medic. No matter, I have reduced the basecrews' counter-espionage abilities." *BEEP* "Day five. They are on to me. I doubt I'll survive this day. I''ve activated the explosive charge in my chest and tied its detonation key to the end of this recording. You have ten seconds to run." As everyone fled, the nearby control room was engulfed in the blast, taking the auto-turrets offline, and disabling the cell locks. The prison was a prison no more. Riots broke out as the inmates turned to flee from their cells. The guard were safely on the opposite end of the prison, near the vehicle depot, away from the exits the inmates were flooding out of. "Looks like we can finally go home," Brutos said, "Let's see if there's any transports left in the depot." "God dammit, if we hadn't lost Mageknight, he could get these VTOL's running," aaaaaa50 exclaimed in anguish. "Well I'm sure as hell not walking back to command, so you can forget that batshit plan before you even think about it," recon replied. "Hey guys, there's some jeeps over here!" blizzerd shouted. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me, the jeeps fucking suck, I'd rather walk than ride that horse shit," recon complained. "You sure about that?" Brutos asked him as he rounded the corner into the eastern wing of the depot. "That there's a mark VII. A true combat jeep, and quite the ride. blizzerd, ScardyBob, you're with me. You three, find some supplies - rations, fuel, ammunition, anything that may be of use." Brutos climbed into the drivers seat, blizzerd in the passenger seat, and ScardyBob happily sat behind the gun. Recon returned with fuel cans and tossed two to Brutos, who put them behind his seat. aaaaaa50 lobbed some rations at ScardyBob who dropped them into a Sealed Freshness Compartment (TM). Theowning one dumped a few belts of ammunition into the back of the vehicle, and ScardyBob started feeding one into his turret. The other five piled into the slightly larger mark VI. "If you see a Jekotian, shoot at will," brutos ordered, before punching in the door code for the depot's hanger-like doors. As they slid open, brutos activated the jeep's FCOM and made contact with command. "This is Deputy Warren Brutos of the Solus prison facility. Prison defences have been compromised, the majority of our staff has died. We're pulling out. I'm requesting artillery bombardment on the facility. Authorization Julia Foxtrot Nine Omega Delphi Two Six Kilo Four." "Roger that, the rain is en route. The general will be expecting you for debriefing." As they drove along, brutos signalled for recon to pull up beside him. "You guys know the way to Regional, right?" "You're after a race, aren't you?" recon shouted over the engines. "Losers buy the beer," brutos laughed in response. "Too late for that, I'm already drunk," ScardyBob said, as he let off a burst and killed a fleeing prisoner, dropping his can in the process. Brutos slammed down the gas, and started to pull ahead of recon. Looking back, he saw the prison erupt in plumes of earth as Imperial rain found its mark.
And you guys tried to kill me... Not nice I don't think I would've noticed KILLX so fast if he didn't post right under the clue. For the record, rust was the most blatant clue ever.
