Ready, Aim, Fire!

Starting next round at 7:00 9:00 tonight. Just wanted to make sure everyone knew.

Still Need PMs From:

• Surt
• The Hobo Tortle

edited 23rd Nov '14 4:45:13 PM by BlackMageAnolis

Anyone here?

edited 23rd Nov '14 12:21:58 PM by BlackMageAnolis

Don't expect people to just send in all their actions within the first two hours or so. We all live in different timezones and have varying times of activity on this site. For instance, I live in Australia, so right now it's morning for me.

Sorry... I was kind of thinking about that, but I guess I'm just impatient. Hopefully, next round, the 24 hour time limit will help curb my impatience.

First Round

Newark, 2017. It's raining. Raining pretty hard actually. The streets are empty. No one wants to do any business in the rain. No one wants to do anything in the rain.

All except for one little boy.

He scurries through the streets, holding a package close to his chest to keep it dry. Running in the rain, out of it, in the rain, out of it, until he stops. He turns the corner on a seemingly random alleyway. He knocks. A single person answers.

"What do you want? Can't you see it's raining' outside?"

"I g-got...the p-package"

The man just stares and looks at him. A series of clicks and shuffles are heard from the behind the door before it's thrown open. He looks to the left, and to the right. He gives a nod. The boy comes in, drying off his hat and coat on the Welcome mat in front of the door.

"Hello, Anolis."

The boy looks up, then starts looking at the floor. He didn't think he'd be in the home of Tungsten right now...or at any time. The notorious hacker had been looking for...something. Says it can help him take the city. Not Newark. Nobody cares for Newark. No, he wants New York, but with the way everything's running into the ground, everyone wants New York.

"Uh...hey, Tungsten."

"I see you've brought the package." His voice sounded like a sleazy rat. You think he'd be some sort of cartoon villain with that nasally voice.

Before Anolis could say anything, the large man snatches the box from his hands and hands it to Tungsten. He smiles and opens it, taking out a small USB drive and putting it into his computer. However, after a minute of clicking and typing, his eyes lit up. He started saying a long string of curses, and his screen lit up with a sea of smiling faces that should be very familiar to some people. After his face contorts with anger and he starts running his fingers through his hairs like some expectant father, he turns to the boy.

"You."

Anolis jumps up. That face Tungsten was giving him was the face of nightmares.

"You bastard!"

He throws the computer off the table, and it explodes in a flash of light and sparks.

"YOU F***ING BASTARD! YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY 'ME?! PLAY ME, YOU F***ING PRICK?!"

Anolis turned to run, but the man grabbed him before he could make a single step out the door.

And then, it was all over.

On the news tonight, there was a report of a deadly assault that took place in an apartment in southern Newark. The neighbors heard screaming from what sounded like a small child for about two minutes before calling the police. When the police arrived, they found the body of a ten-year-old child, his face so battered you could see some gray matter in there. Another young man was found there, his hands bleeding and the bones in his knuckles exposed. Him and another man who was at the house at the time were arrested that night.

Word spread quick of Tungsten's imprisonment. However, what seemed to be on every hacker's mind in Newark was what the guy was after...

The rhythmic tapping of the computer keys was music to the ears for a young, rising hacker by the name of Nine Tailed Cat. Her tongue sticking out in a cartoonish fashion, she typed away, making her way through the firewalls and barriers guarding her treasure. Well, not her treasure yet at least...

A meeting is being held at the town's planetarium. A single guard is staffed to guard a giant Class 4 laser. He has goggles specifically tuned to that laser's wavelengths, and he's armed with a taser and even a loaded pistol on his side. The last thing he wanted to hear was the whirring of the machine as it started up. He freaked out. He started making his way around the machine to the controls on the front. Climbing up the ladder, he saw the laser point at...something in the night sky.

Aw, s**t, s**t. The boss is gonna kill me... He takes a key out of his pocket and fumbles to find a keyhole. After a little while, he finds it and sticks the key in the hole, turning it to turn off the machine. It whirs to a silence.

"Whew!" He breathes a sigh of relief. Jumping down, the last thing he wanted to hear now was the laser turning back on. With too little time to turn it back off, the laser fires at the moon.

jdj42: did u see that?

NESgamer190: what the moon laser thing?

jdj42: Yea! wonder who could've done that?

bRaHiAn1: I say it was a hacker.

NESgamer190: well naw dip, sherlock.

jdj42: We know it's a hacker but who?

bRaHiAn1: Let me check my telescope real quick.

jdj42: see anything?

NESgamer190: Hey give him time

bRaHiAn1: It was NineTailed, I know it.

jdj42: How so?

bRaHiAn1: Dude look.

NESgamer190: Holy crap you're right.

jdj42: What, what is it?

bRaHiAn1: It's a fornicating Ed face.

NESgamer190: Dude nice

jdj42: Bebop nerd

William Radar Storm: Hey did anyone see the moon laser thing?

jdj42: Just scroll up you fornicating slowpoke

A blue Pontiac swerves around the corner, followed by a couple of other cars. Trails of machine gun fire blaze from the windows, and the Pontiac start taking some major damage. In the passenger's seat, a man, username jondanger23, clicks and types furiously on a small laptop.

"Aw, dammit!" He tries to find any possible way to escape the cars behind him. He yells to the drive, "Right! Now!" The driver nods and makes a hard right into an alleyway. The other cars follow, but one isn't so lucky and crashes into the building beside it. That car contained a Mr. Speedchesser, another notorious hacker in Newark.

"Alright, I think I got this!" Some car blockers start appearing in the road in front of them. "Drive!"

"What?! Are you crazy?!"

"You heard me, drive!" This USB drive is worth more than a few human lives.

The car goes full force against the car blockers. And then, impact. The car goes flying into the air, spiraling and flipping as the men in there are tousled out of their seats. They hit the ground moments later, bouncing up and down until finally they come to a stop. A couple hundred feet back, another car driven by a Ms. Ichigo collides with the barrier and starts flying as well. The car stops somewhere behind Jondanger's car. However, before anyone else could get out, another car comes out of a nearby alleyway crashes head-on into Ichigo's car, killing her nearly instantly. The other cars start to turn around, probably assuming that Jondanger is dead and the drive long gone.

Out of the savior car, another man comes out, username Makeyejr. He runs towards Jondanger's car, yelling his name to make sure he's okay. Upon opening the door, he sees that the driver has died, but Jon had miraculously survived.

"Oh, thank God! You scared the crap outta me there."

"Could you give me a hand here? I think I'm bleeding."

"Aw, well, no s**t!" He helps him out of the car. "Still got the drive?"

"Yea, still got it..."

Meanwhile, a young man named Surt is sitting idly at his computer. He sees some sort of thing on the news about another hacker death that happened recently.

"It's like they're the freaking mobs of the twenty-first century." He sighs, and heads over to TV Tropes to get his nightly fill.

Checking his mailbox, he finds a PM from his friend, The Hobo Tortle. Curious for what he has to say about all this crap with hackers and the moon and this thing everyone's after, he opens the message...

Kills

• Wall (crash) Speedchesser
• Makeyejr (crash) Ichigo Pocky Chama

Surviving Players

• jdj42
• Jondanger23
• Nine Tailed Cat
• NESgamer190
• William Radar Storm
• Makeyejr
• Ichigo Pocky Chama
• Speedchesser
• bRaHiAn1
• Surt
• The Hobo Tortle
• Black Mage Anolis

Next round starts in 24 hours.

edited 23rd Nov '14 6:56:48 PM by BlackMageAnolis

FACKING HELL MY REVENGE FAILED.

Two kills in the first round? What is this madness!?

Second Round

It's been a couple of weeks since the Tungsten incident in Newark, and it seems most of the hackers in the city now know what exactly he was after. Well, maybe not exactly, but they knew it could give them complete control of any local economy, effectively allowing them to control an entire city.

Under the night sky, a lone man sit and types for a little bit before stopping to sip some of his hot chocolate. He rears back, the hot drink burning his tongue, and he sticks it out for the cool breeze to sooth the pain. His phone rings, and he reaches into his bag to pick it up.

-v^-Hello-v^-

"What is it?"

-v^-We've found our target.-v^-

He sighs. "Do you really have to drag me into this?"

-v^-You said you needed the money, didn't you?-v^-

"Not all the money in New-"

-v^-Ness, just do it.-v^-

He hated that pet name, but he begrudgingly agreed. He got back on his laptop to search for a Mr. Surt.

Surt turns the corner, his heart beating like a galloping horse and his breathing heavy as his eyes dart back and forth out of the alleyway. He opens up his laptop and starts clicking away.

"Got to make sure I got this..."

About a mile away, the hacker Makeyejr starts noticing something. His chest starts feeling weird, and his breathing starts running of a set pattern. He feels his heart.

"Oh, damn."

He starts convulsing, and it's only a little while before his malfunctioned pacemaker finally kills him.

Surt closes the laptop.

One step closer.

He steps out of the alleyway, putting the laptop back in his bag. Need to report this to Hobo...

NESgamer190 starts turning the corner to find Surt, taking the pistol out of his to shoot when he sees something in the distance...

"What...the...hell..."

Another hacker appears to be sitting in the opposite alleyway, concentrating heavily on Surt as he makes his way to his car. Opening the door, Surt jumps in and turns the key, and the engine springs alive. Putting the pedal to the metal, the car starts rocketing off. However, it soon careens into a building,knocking over a pillar.

NESgamer190 takes the chance from this friendly hacker, and runs out and shoots. Despite being a hacker, he was never one for subtlety. Finger on the trigger, he fires. The hammer springs back, and he unloads the magazine into the car. The door opens...and Surt's body slumps out.

The killer then runs back into the shadows, taking off his gloves and discarding them.

A week later, Hobo hears the news. This devastated him. He had lost everything to the other hackers. His money, first and foremost, but then his wife, his ten-year old child, and now his only friend. He contemplated doing it for a little while...

A song starts playing on the radio. Simon and Garfunkel, Old Friends. Yea, he thought. Old friends...

Out there in the cold, another lone hacker bundles up in layers upon layers of clothing. He follows the sidewalk diligently, and he makes a left onto the next street. However, before he can make his next step, a car runs him over, splattering his brains all over the sidewalk beneath him.

Inside the car, a little kid is screaming. Her mother is trying in vain to keep what little cool she has left. Suddenly, she has control over the car again, and she brakes hard.

"Margie, stay here!"

She nods, her face wet from the crying. The mother then runs off to the body.

"Oh...Oh, God..." She takes out her cell phone. "Hello? 911? Um...I'd like to report a...car accident..."

William lowers his headphones. "That'll tell the bastard from calling me a Slowpoke."

"Is that really all you did this for," Nine Tailed Cat asked him.

"Are you kidding? You think I'm that petty? I want what everyone else wants, the drive!"

"Dude, I was just joking..."

"...Right..."

The news was very busy lately.

A suicide in a run-down apartment on the northern side of town. A case of vehicular manslaughter from a possibly intoxicated mother. A murder near the bank. The newscasters couldn't get enough of it.

And neither did the forum-goers...

Kills:

• NESgamer190(Pistol)Surt
• William Radar Storm and Nine Tailed Cat(Car)jdj42
• The Hobo Tortle(Suicide)The Hobo Tortle

Surviving Players

• jdj42
• Jondanger23
• Nine Tailed Cat
• NESgamer190
• William Radar Storm
• Makeyejr
• bRaHiAn1
• Surt
• The Hobo Tortle

Next round begins in 24 hours.

Third Round

On top of a building, bRaHiAn1 watches the moonrise. Rather, he watches some Internet videos while the moon rises. The white noise surrounding him puts him in a state of absolute bliss. However, he gets a message from William about...something. He has pretty vague about it, but he wants bRaHiAn1 to meet him near the water treatment plant.

"Ah, geez." He gets up from his spot and walks off to the door.

"Alright, we're into the treatment plant," a female voice rang out.

"Stopping up the pipes, huh," William asked Nine Tailed Cat.

"It's not as simple as that... This system is surprisingly well-protected, even more than some of the banks."

"There haven't been any incidents here. Why the heck would they do that?"

"Not sure. Maybe it was some sort of inside job." She looks up at William. "You tracking Brahian?"

"Uh...yea, he's...at...West Market...and it looks like he's headed for Wickliff."

"Lovely. I think we can get him from here..."

Brahian makes the turn onto Wickliff.

He sighs, "Jesus Christ, what do they want?" And then he gets a little curious. He opens his laptop, checking on the road every once in a while, to make sure he's not being, yep, he's being tracked. He brakes the car to a stop, and starts tracking the signal, only to find...

It's on the other side of the city...

He starts digging more and more into this signal...

"Aw, s**t, s**t, s**t."

"What?"

"He found our signal."

"S**t!" She closes the laptop. Shaking her head, she decides on her next course of action.

"What are you doing," William asks her.

"Digging into this barrier to see what secrets it has." She types furiously, but the barrier cracks within a few seconds.

"You type that fast for that short of a time? This "inside" job doesn't seem very well-done."

"Yea, it's some sort of Trojan. It's meant to go off sometime next September, but...I'm gonna see if we can set it off now."

"Hm... Y'know, I...wanted something from him...but since he's gonna be...well...could...you...?"

"Already done."

"Seriously?"

"Yea, it looks impressive on the outside, but you pull a few poorly laid bricks and the wall comes crumbling down."

"I feel there's a Pink Floyd reference-"

"Don't even think about it."

"Right..."

Brahian keeps typing, tracing the signal through the number of routers its bouncing through. However, after a few minutes, the signal seems to shut off.

"No, NO, NO!"

Brahian shuts his laptop in a fury. A lot of that today, isn't there? He then goes to start the car up, but before that, he hears a slow rumbling from underneath his car. Surprised, he exits the car and goes under a nearby building. The ground seems to be shaking as well.

What is this, an earthquake?

Then, from the middle of the street, an extremely forceful explosion erupts from the center, sending Brahian and his car back into the building. The last thing he was able to see was a bright flash as his vision faded...and his organs erupted onto the ground as he crashes against the pillar.

On the news the next day, there was talk of a gigantic explosion taking place on the corner of Wickliff and School. There were three casualties, over a dozen injuries, and tens of millions of dollars worth of damage both over the streets and especially under it.

News got out on a hacker that had created a Trojan virus in the water-treatment facility that would have created the explosion. He was tracked down, and promptly arrested, but he did mention that the attack happened a lot earlier than he had programmed it to. The local police has its best workers affirming the situation with the explosion.

William Radar Storm heads down the street when he tries to unlock his phone. Passcode: 1487. Invalid.

Damn. Thumb slipped again. He hated that, and tries unlocking again.

Passcode: 1484. Invalid.

What the hell?

Passcode: 1484. Invalid.

"Aw, s**t. What the hell's going on?!''

Passcode: 1484. Invalid. If you input the password incorrect again, this phone will be locked for 1 minute.

S**t.

He starts racing home.

Jondanger23 is going through many of William's personal files, looking over his information to find more information on the whereabouts of the drive.

"I see you got his info, Jon."

"Yea, man. Swiped it at the airport. Guy never saw it coming."

"Kinda makes you think about why he was there. Maybe he was meeting someone..."

"Well, he came in and then left, and he's still in Newark. I don't think he'd be there for a flight."

"Yea, but who?"

"I dunno. I got several possible candidates. He talked to several people in that airport, and all of them were on incoming flights."

"Which is why you need his info to see which one we need to find."

"Bingo."

"Who the hell says that anymore?"

"I do, and I'm working, so shut the f**k up just for this second."

NES puts his hands in the air, and then walks around the room, picking up a coffee mug and taking a sip or three.

"You need coffee at nine o'clock at night?"

"I'm not much of a night owl."

"What about-"

"That was different. I'd prepared. This was a little...impromptu for me."

"Well, early to bed, early to rise might seem like a good maxim to follow, but the more you sleep at night, the more you leave yourself open to some goddamn backstabber."

NES rolls his eyes and takes another sip of coffee. He then plops down on the couch, and seeing Jon's entertainment center, he decides to switch on the man's Super Nintendo and play some Earth Bound.

Security questions, nothing.

Passcode encryption, nothing.

What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, his phone rings. Well, at least my phone number didn't get changed. He picks it up and answers it.

"Y'ello?"

"Hello, William."

"I'm going to go on a hunch here and say you're the one who stole my info, right?"

"Ooh, clever, clever. Yea, if you want to get it back...I'm gonna need...something of yours..."

"I think you've neglected to give any information about yourself. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"

"Oh, well, the only thing you're going to get is...Wickfill and West Market..."

"...That's only a block or two away from..."

"Just thought it would be fitting is all?"

"How did you-"

"You probably shouldn't have had Location Services on when your phone was on you, dumbass."

William grumbles. He starts debating whether or not this is a good move.

"Alright. I'll meet you there. It's not far, probably a mile or two's walk."

"Excellent. I'll see you there as well."

"Oh, and next time, try not sounding like some cartoonish supervillain when threatening people."

Jon's eyes light up on the other end.

"What, is this not threatening enough?"

"It sounds like the bastard child of GRArkada and Commander Cobra!"

"YOU SHUT UP! Sorry...a little interference, that's all."

William's standing on the corner of Wickliff and West Market, laptop and phone in bag and freezing to the bone. His breath condenses before him, covering his face in a dioxide fog each time he exhales.

"Damnit, where are they?"

On the roof it seems. NES and Jon are sitting on the roof opposite to him.

"I thought you said you weren't one for subtlety."

"If I was, I'd be halfway across town and would have used advanced physics and a bunch of luck to make sure the bullet goes all the way through him and into the gutter below."

"That's not subtle, that's...a little excessive."

"Well, if we were doing it that way, we wouldn't be in his range of vision, would we?"

He trains the rifle on William's temple.

"Any minute now."

"Breaching the laptop now. Why the hell does everyone carry laptops?"

"Portable. Easy to use."

"I know, but those trackpads are awful."

"Focus, Jon."

"Right." He gets back to typing. After a minute or two, he announces, "And done!"

"Would you keep it down," NES whispers harshly. "We don't want him hearing."

"You can take the shot now."

"Oh, can I," he says sarcastically, facing towards Jon with his finger still on the trigger.

"Can you...still-"

NES pulls the trigger, and William crumples to the ground. "Alright, we've got thirty seconds before anyone notices."

"I'm starting to think you're less of a hacker and more of a soldier," Jon says inquisitively, unplugging his desktop and packing it up into a duffle bag.

"Oh, you won't believe," NES replies as he takes apart the gun and puts it back in the case.

Kills

• William Radar Storm and Nine Tailed Cat(Explosion)bRaHiAn1
• NESgamer190(Rifle)William Radar Storm

Surviving Players

• Jondanger23
• Nine Tailed Cat
• NESgamer190
• William Radar Storm
• bRaHiAn1

Next round starts in 24 hours.

edited 25th Nov '14 7:49:17 PM by BlackMageAnolis

And just as we were starting to work together, too... Rest in peace, William, my short-term ally.

(Did we seriously both target the same person twice in a row? I'm amazed.)

edited 25th Nov '14 8:23:58 PM by NineTailedCat

That was rather interesting of note that you and him kept having a common target. This next round, I'm sure if we want a winner, we're going to have to be careful with our action.

>Internet videos

>absolute bliss.

Was I watching porn? o_O

Considering how pissed I was at the interruption, I'm going to assume I was. :P

Uuuuuuuh... I did not think about that...

Pff-fht-fft bRaHiAn1 was watching porn.

Joking aside, I swear I meant that as like the environmental version of a butt groove.

Yea, 'cause it said the "white noise" was putting you in a state of absolute bliss. I'm still standing by the environmental butt groove theory. (And I mean the scientific definition, not the stupid normal Americans definition.)

And it didn't sound like you were that P Oed about it. "Aw, jeez," I think I meant that towards William or someone or something for not being specific enough or what have you.

edited 26th Nov '14 5:48:57 AM by BlackMageAnolis

I'm sorry you're going to have to explain what a butt groove is because to me it still sounds like porn ._.

Coincidentally, I was listening to that exact Floyd song whilst reading that part.

Eh, good game. Might as well see who wins.

When you sit on a couch or chair for too long, you tend to leave an impression on the seat. It's like that one time in your life where you're sitting down and watching TV, and you don't want anyone to interrupt you and disturb the peace.

Oooooh ok.

Final Round

NES is urgently playing some forum game on the computer. A little game called Ready, Aim, Fire. He's not going to go into any details, but he like it a lot. The game was simple, no arbitrary rules that only half of the frequenters followed, no stupid little catches that make every action a chore. Just a quick PM, and then about half the day later, another round comes up, and he either lives or dies.

Suddenly, a light flashed from outside on to his screen. He checked to see who was behind him. Opening the window, he was greeted with the sound of a police helicopter, whirring blades, winds blowing his hair and clothing back, and the call of a lone policeman blaring through a megaphone.

"Mr, uh...Ness Gamer One-Ninety. We need you to step outside without any weapons at your disposal. You are under arrest for the civil unrest you've caused."

"Aww, s**t..."

He puts his hands up to his head, and he opens the door. The first thing he's greeted with is the butt of an officer's rifle up to his face. He staggers backwards.

"I know you fellows aren't exactly known for your hospitality, now..."

He's picked back up and hauled off to nowhere. No final battle. No going off in some blaze of glory to rival the gas explosion that happened a while ago. Just some good, old-fashioned compliance...

...and a few days later, the electric chair. Hey, the hackers aren't the only ones doing the dirty work in this city...

Nine Tailed lay looking up at the stars on the side of a hill.

"What a day, what a day..."

She sighs, knowing that William was another hacker killed in this rather pointless war. If they really wanted to, they could've just kept in the shadows, and if anyone died, well, bugger them, but NO, they had to have their twisted little games, people dying willy-nilly, gas explosions (well, that one was kind of her fault, but still), and-

-YOU HAVE A MESSAGE-

"Hm?" She takes her phone out of her pocket, and sees a message from a unknown number:

-Hello, Nine Tailed.-

She sits up, and assuring no one's around with a side-to-side glance, she takes out her laptop and connects the phone to it. A location program boots up, scanning for any data that the message may have on its origin.

Oh, great. Another bouncer... She sees the location bouncing back and forth between several different places, making it nearly impossible to track. She decides to respond to see if she could get any lead on this.

-hello-

A minute or so later, he responds.

-How are you gentlemen-

Really, what is he, like, seven? Checking the signals, a dozen locations start to overlap from the original scan. Better, but still...

-What you say-

-Oh, stop it. What are you, like, seven?-

Another five or so locations overlap. We're getting somewhere.

-I'd say the same about u.-

-Aren't you going to ask me something?-

Three.

-oh right HOW THE F**K DID YOU GET ACCESS TO MY PHONE NUMBER???-

-Oh, it was simple. I wouldn't want to explain the process.-

Two.

-What is this for exactly-

-Well, you know how the game goes. There can only be one.-

One. Alright. Barbara and Niagara. Sweet.

-sorry, but I got something to do right now-

-Oh, go ahead. I'll be waiting here.-

Okay, so that means he's bugged me. F**king great. She goes through the routine one more time, attempting to wipe out any bugs and trackers she might have on her phone.

"That'll give me about...fifteen minutes..." She shuts off her phone, turning off any cellular data, location services, and what have you beforehand. "Thirty."

She trudges on, laptop in bag, down the hill and onto the street below.

Jon is in the backseat of his shiny new car he got from...borrowing...all that money from the very nice patrons of his.

"Trying to elude me, eh? Don't worry...I'll find you again..."

He types furiously as he searches for any vacant signal coming from the phone. He can get any cellular data or Wi-Fi from it, so he'll have to pluck at any thread he can get from that device...

Nine is in the driver's seat of her car, about to start it. She waits for a little while.

This might give away my location...

She contemplates this for a little while longer before saying, "F**k it," and starting the car.

Then, hooking up the phone to her laptop, she does the same nifty trick wit her signal that Jon did with his, blasting false signals all the way from 11th to Garden and many others within the span of a second.

She's heading down Lafayette.

"What the hell is this?" It's faint, but it seems there's a multitude of signals all around the city. With a more obvious one heading towards him...

"Hm... I wonder...if I should leave a message..."

She's turning onto Wilson.

"How the hell..."

Barbara...

"Wait... The signals seems to be getting closer..."

The car stops at the corner of Barbara and Niagara, near another car. Nine Tailed hops out, "accidentally" leaving her phone on the passenger's seat while the laptop rests in the glove compartment. She's surprised she didn't notice him, but most don't really see her face.

She takes a gum ball out of her pocket and plops it in her mouth, starting to chew and blow a bubble. Her hood on her head, she walks in some...general direction...

Meanwhile, Jon is too focused on the signal to notice the car or the girl. It seems it's getting stronger and stronger, homing in on his location.

"I can almost taste it, I know I got this, I know I got this..." He keeps narrowing it down, and as the signals are taken out, there's only a single one left.

In front of you.

"Oh, s**t."

It seems Nine Tailed's failsafe had been triggered. Jon leaps out of the car, but before he can make it very far, it explodes, sending shrapnel and metal straight through him.

There can only be one, huh, Nine Tailed?

He slumps to the ground, bleeding too much to be still alive, but no matter. He was already dead from the moment the shrapnel hit.

Out of an empty alleyway, Nine Tailed sees that everything is clear for her to go, and then rushes up and snatches...something from Jon's pocket.

A key.

She starts whistling a tune, walking on as police sirens blare and the fire starts to die down. Only one place left to go, she chuckled. Home, baby.

I did it.

Kills

• Police Department(Electric Chair)'''NESgamer190
• Nine Tailed Cat(Car Explosion)Jondanger23

Once she broke into Jon's home and found the drive, she finally unleashed its potential onto New York City, turning the tides in her favor. She ruled over the city justly and with great care for its citizens.

Wait, that's a bloody lie. Of course she exploited her newfound power to drive America's most powerful city into the ground from the foundation up. The economy suffered greatly, and it was the start of another great depression for these United States. She took more power for herself, city by city, crumbling before her with the push of a button. No associates. No allies. Just her in some rundown place near the Canadian border. She even found some files from the good old US government, selling them off for more money and power.

Within a few short years, the US fell. War struck the nation, both within and from the waters around her.

It was glorious.

Alright, good game, guys.

I'm up for next round. Let's let someone else host, shall we?

Sure. I'd like in again.

Note to self... never shoot myself again... ever.

In any case, I may be up for potentially hostin' one, if nobody else is interested. (Might consider a zombie theme, but who knows?)

Count me in again.

ME

Huzzah! Someone actually won, and it was me! Great game, everyone. As for you, Black Mage Anolis, I'd like to commend your narrating skills, because that was awesome.

I'm definitely in for either hosting or playing next round. Probably playing, since it's fun to see how other people run things.

I'm in for another round.

I shall return for next round!

@Nine Tailed Cat Aw, thank you! 😊