Rodney is a great guy. Oops, nevermind he's a terrible human being.
He likes his sandwiches to be Turkey and Swiss. Triangle cut. Let vern have his crust. Poison the part Rodney eats.
TIB - 2 time award winner "Worst mafia player" at FE (maybe everywhere)
Rodney is a great guy. Oops, nevermind he's a terrible human being.
He likes his sandwiches to be Turkey and Swiss. Triangle cut. Let vern have his crust. Poison the part Rodney eats.
TIB - 2 time award winner "Worst mafia player" at FE (maybe everywhere)
Thirty-five fighters found themselves crowded on a small, rocky platform, floating above the earth. They very well knew there were many enemies in their midst...but who could they be?
"Hey guys great to be in a game again it's been too long it's time for us to mother fucking smash!" Mal screamed with delight.
He was met with a vicious left hook to the jaw by Curtis, crumpling to the ground immediately. He looked up and his eyes met with Curtis', as the two stared each other down.
"Heh." Mal finally uttered. And with that, the battle was on. All thirty-five fighters began to beat the living shit out of each other in a sea of cacophony.
Eventually, the punches began to gravitate in a certain direction.
"Its-a me-a darkus-a black-a" DarkusBlack grinned innocently. But it did nothing to dissaude the growing mob.
"I'm not opposed to a Darkus lynch, obviously." Christian said, cracking his knuckles.
"You say my name a lot, don't you?" Darkus spat, amidst the onslaught of punches being thrown his way.
"And if you want, I can say it again." Christian hissed, narrowing his eyes.
The crowd parted momentarily, letting the two have some space.
"Do it!" Darkus yelled, motioning Christian towards him. Christian turned his back to him before taking a deep breath, as he began to contemplate.
"You deaf or somethin? I said do it!" Darkus shouted as he spat a wad of blood at Christian's back. Christian immediately whipped around to face him again.
"You got it!" he responded. And then he began to charge.
Darkus realized the folly of his ways much too late as Christian bulldozed into him like a linebacker, sending him soaring off the edge of the platform. Or maybe this is what Darkus had wanted all along. None could say for sure.
In any case, by the time Darkus' doomed body had finally reached the earth below, the group learned just what kind of fighter they had sent to his death.
Spoiler
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Darkus (Mario), TOWN, has been lynched.
Abilities:
- Fireball (Attack): Deals 25% damage to target.
- Cape (Defense): Any non-smash attacks targeted at you that night will be deflected back at the aggressor.
Final Smash:
- Mario Finale: Pick any amount of people. This will deal 25% damage to each of them.
But the sun hadn't set on this day quite yet. There was still a box, a ball, and a sword all precariously teetering on the opposite edge of the platform.
A large group stayed out of the whole lynching thing entirely. They had some shiny items to chase. Many began to speculate about what these treasures could hold.
"As legend tells it, the metal box will make you look like this." Zersch said as he held up a picture for the intrepid treasure hunters to examine.
"By my calculations, the party ball just might have something good after all! I'm going for it!" Mal pushed up his glasses and grinned.
"I'm guessing the beam sword is a lightsaber." said Herm.
Elbows were thrown, knees were kicked, hair was pulled. But in the end, three victors came away with the bounties.
Herm has received the Beam Sword
TIB has received the Metal Box
Nick has received the Party Ball
Night 1 has begun. The night will end in 21 hours (~7:20 EST).
Helios walked away from the battlefield glowing brightly. They had granted him an immense power. Would he try to use it for their salvation, or for their doom?
Beam Sword - 
Metal Box - 
Party Ball [Mystery] - 
Final Smash:
