The Return to Liten (Game Over)

[Slaxx]

ah

well

I will put the goats, oats, and the boat back in my tote

bag.

[Thor665]

Your party was smote in the throat, don't emote.

[SaintKerrigan]

Something has happened in the game. Stand by while I take three days to write flavor about it... >_>

[SaintKerrigan]

Shoot, I was hoping to be done with this before my class started...will finish this up once I get back, but regardless of whether I finish the flavor or not, you will get a flip tonight.

[LimMePls]

Good logic is good.

OMFG! This is what I've been saying the whole time! Good fucking lord.

[AlmasterGM]

Yeah, but Slaxx needs to buddy, so let's give him some slack (LOL PUN).

[Slaxx]

7/10

[AlmasterGM]

I'll take it.

[Slaxx]

I do buddy every game

Just a heads up

/ends meta defense

[LimMePls]

^^Self-meta means less than nothing.

[Slaxx]

I know.

[Twomz]

I'm not dead yet?

[Thor665]

You had a special role power you didn't tell us about, yes? If you're lynched the game enters eternal twilight and both sides in the war agree to a Parcheesi tournament to decide the fate of the planet.

[SaintKerrigan]

Final Day 3 Vote Count

(7) Twomz: MagnaofIllusion, LynchMePls, Thor665, AlmasterGM, apathyplusCUPCAKES, camn, Slaxx

(2) apathyplusCUPCAKES: ThAdmiral, Furry
(1) camn: HackerHuck
(1) Furry: Cogito Ergo Sum
(1) HackerHuck: Twomz

Not Voting: no one

With twelve people alive, it takes seven votes to lynch.
The deadline is Wednesday, December 1st, 2010 at 11:00 a.m. CST.

- A lynch majority has been achieved! -

Wreckage of Dropship

Apollyon

Colonized Sector 2, UTP Planet Liten, Tynnfred System
December 4th, 2486 SC (Day 4, Month 15 LC)
2323 hours SST (2047 hours LLT2)

Sara stood near the IED, staring idly at the pressure cap on the end of her left arm. She lost track of how many times she'd tried to grab something with that hand today, only to realize that it gone, separated from her by that vile Arkon. Earlier in the day, the pain her body suffered was horrendous, but she'd refused to take painkillers, not wanting to risk dulling her mind. Thankfully, over the course of the day the harrowing agony had subsided to a muted throb. She still felt like hell, but at least she was in the fifth circle of hell now instead of the ninth.

She turned her gaze towards the IED. A power source with infinite energy...purportedly the most valuable discovery in the history of humanity, and the key to defeating the Arkons.

It damn well better be worth the price we're paying for it...hell, we can't even come up with a good name for the damn thing...

"Sara."

Looking up, she saw Dylan approaching her. "Dr. Gordon thinks he's got the flycraft readied enough for a test flight, and wants you to observe."

Sara nodded. "Stay here and keep an eye on the IED, then."

"Aye." He looked at her left arm, then at her again. "How you holding up?"

"Well enough, considering. Thanks for asking."

He nodded. "I'll be honest...when you first came to the Meggidos, I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle the challenge. You looked too much the thinking officer rather than the commanding officer. But after what you went through...well, you've earned my respect."

"Thank you, Dylan."

She put her right hand on Dylan's shoulder, and he reciprocated the motion.

"Go down to hell..." Dylan began.

"...get out of hell..." Sara continued.

"...rinse and repeat," they finished together. Sara took her hand off his shoulder, and he hers. Nodding her goodbye, Sara strode off in the direction of the flycraft construction zone.

It wasn't long before she saw it: a large, rectangular, ultrasteel platform, with guardrails and seats welded on top of it, as well as a rudimentary pilot's console in what Sara presumed was the front of the flycraft. Underneath this platform, four long ultrasteem beams jutted out, two from the bow and stern sections of the port side, and likewise for the starboard side. At the end of each beam was a maneuvering jet; the front two jets were each fitted within a strange, claw-shaped apparatus, while the rear jets were simply welded directly to the ultrasteel beams.

What a piece of junk...

Joshua, Bill, and Pal glanced at her as she arrived at the site. "Ah, there you are," Joshua commented. "I want you to be on hand to witness the first test flight of our makeshift flycraft, the

Subitaneous Chimera

!"

Pal stared at the scientist. "Substantial

what

? Is that even Standard E, Doc?"

"The word is 'subitaneous', and it most certainly is a part of the standardized English language," Joshua insisted.

"I dunno," Bill murmured. "It's a bit of a tongue-twister..."

"Let's just go with my suggestion," Pal stated bluntly.

Joshua rolled his eyes. "Please.

Silver Ducky

is hardly an appropriate name for such an important vessel as this, and you make horrific use of a terrible metaphor."

"But hey, at least we all know what the hell duct tape is," Pal countered. "I don't even know what the fuck

either

of those words you used mean--"

"That, my friend, is one of the benefits that comes with a good education," Joshua lectured proudly.

"Oh, I'm soooo impressed. Wanna take a bet on which of us got laid more in high school?"

Sara waved her arms. "Okay, folks, let's just get around to that test flight, shall we? Who's flying the...thing?"

Pal raised his hand. "Used to bulls-eye bluehorns down in Urchin's Canyon back home, and in an uglier wreck than this."

Joshua huffed. "You have no appreciation for the marvel that has been put together in less than a day, do you?"

Suddenly, a voice called, "Sara! Sara!"

Turning around, Sara saw Dylan running up to her.

I trust he's got a good reason for abandoning the IED.

"What's wrong?"

"Kestrel found an Arkon device in Wesley's pack," he explained.

Sara felt her face go pale.

Shit, not again...

"Do we know where Wes is?"

"Kestrel's got him back by the IED, with a laser rifle pointed at his face."

Sara turned to Joshua. "Guess you'll have to conduct the test without me. I need to get this resolved."

"Please do," Pal requested. "I don't want that God-fearing motherfucker frying my brains in my sleep."

Ignoring Pal, Sara make quick time back to the IED's resting place, followed closely by Dylan. Soon both of them were there. True to Dylan's word, Kestrel was standing nearby, covering Wesley with her laser rifle. She didn't take her stare off of him as Sara and Dylan approached.

"What's the story, Kestrel?" Sara inquired.

Continuing to focus on Wesley, Kestrel replied, "We were both on our break, Wes goes through his pack to find his Bible, and then the thing fell out."

"I swear I don't know how that thing appeared in my pack," Wesley protested.

"

What

thing?" Sara demanded to know.

Dylan strode over to the chest containing the IED and picked something up off the top of it. "This," he replied, ambling back to Sara and handing the device to her.

Sara took the object from Dylan and examined it. This device was shaped like a small, bumpy, green-black cube, with multicolored lights emanating from each bump. It was definitely not a human artifact. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at Wesley.

"Sara, please!" he pleaded. "An Arkon must've planted that there when I wasn't looking!"

"Yeah, and how are we to believe that?" Kestrel countered. "Believe me, I want to trust you, I really do. But those Arkons have proven to be devious bastards."

Sara sighed. "Dylan, round up some of that cable from the

Apollyon

wreckage. That should keep him out of trouble while we investigate--"

Without warning, she heard two small explosions off to the west. Moments later, a bright red flare shot up into the sky. Her blood turned into ice.

They're here...

"Belay that order, Dylan. Go tell Dr. Gordon and Pal to get ready for immediate departure, then get Bill and start packing shit up. Move it!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Dylan ran off to accomplish his task. Sara turned back to face Kestrel and Wesley.

Why do things always have to be so complicated...

"Kestrel, keep covering him while I find something to restrain him," Sara ordered.

"With all due respect, Sara," Kestrel replied, "this isn't going to work. We can't keep dragging him with us while we take out the jammer. I hate saying this, but there's only one thing we can do."

It didn't take long for Sara to decipher what Kestrel meant, and her stomach churned.

There's got to be another way, a way to prove Wes' innocence without killing him!

The more she thought about it, however, the more she knew that Kestrel was right. They couldn't afford to lug Wes with them to the jammer, and they couldn't leave him here to expose their plans to his brethren. It almost killed Sara herself to think it, but ultimately this was the only way to help ensure the survival of the others...

"Fine," Sara slowly withdrew her laser pistol. "But I'll be the one pulling the trigger."

Kestrel nodded. "No argument from me, ma'am. I'm not relishing this, either."

With a nod, Sara turned to face Wesley, a lead brick settling into her heart. His eyes were closed, and his lips were moving silently. Reluctantly, Sara stepped closer to him, until they were only a meter apart. Another explosion went off in the distance, from the south this time.

"I'm so sorry, Wes," she whispered. "I wish it didn't have to end like this--"

He opened his eyes and smiled serenely. "I don't blame you. It's for the best. The Lord will take care of me, now." He looked deeply into her eyes. "It was an honor to serve with you, Sara."

I'm not entirely sure about that...

"It was an honor to serve with you too, Wes. God be with you."

"God be with us all."

Quickly, before her nerves talked her out of it, Sara raised her laser pistol and shot Wesley squarely in the heart. He made no sound as the red beam pierced his body; with the smile still intact on his face, he slumped forward and impacted the grassy ground face-first. Sara watched intently, waiting for any sign of change to Wes' body.

Seconds passed...seconds turned into minutes...yet Wesley remained irrevocably human.

Dear god, what have I done...

Behind her, a voice yelled, "What the fuck's going on here?"

Sara turned around and saw Chuck and Furry standing nearby, panting heavily. "Oh, fuck..." Chuck murmured.

"I made the wrong call," Sara stated flatly.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Then another explosion sounded off, and Sara snapped back into focus.

"You light off the flare?" she asked.

Furry nodded. "There's Arkons everywhere, thousands of them!"

"Then let's get the fuck out of Dodge!" Sara pointed at the IED case. "You two get that thing over to the flycraft! Kestrel, get the Nutcracker and bring it to the flycraft as well!"

They scrambled off to carry out their orders. Other scouting pairs began to arrive, and Sara tasked them with packing up the equipment and loading it onto the flycraft. She fell back to the flycraft, scanning the horizon for any sign of Arkon arrival...

Suddenly, a cloud of dirt, grass, and rock erupted into the air, and the ground rocked vehemently, sending Sara tumbling to the ground. She landed directly on top of her bandaged right arm, and she gritted her teeth in anguish. Determinedly she pushed herself back onto her feet.

"Chuck, you got that pack bomb made yet?" she yelled.

"Affirmative!" he hollered back.

"Good! Set a one-minute timer and wait for my mark to activate it!"

She grasped the boarding ladder with her right hand and began slowly ascending the flycraft. Another explosion rocked the ground, but Sara managed to hold fast to the ladder. As quickly as her crippled body allowed, she finished climbing the ladder and stood on the flycraft. She glanced at the two columns of seats lining the port and starboard sides of the flycraft, pilfered directly from the dropship and welded to the ultrasteel floor.

I really hope that welding job holds...

The port side of the flycraft--where the ladder was also located--had five seats, while the starboard side held six. All the seats on the starboard side held strapped-in occupants, while two of the port seats--those closest to the front--were vacant. An ugly metal box, welded to the floor at the back of the flycraft, contained the various packs and equipment they needed to take with them.

Near the front of the flycraft, Chuck held Wes' former pack in hand, stuffed with enough explosive equipment to send anything in a five hundred-meter radius straight to hell. At the very front, Pal occupied the pilot's seat. He glanced back at Sara nervously.

"About time," he grumbled. "The

Silver Ducky

was getting nervous--"

"We're

not

calling it that!" Joshua objected.

"Fuck you, Doctor! The pilot

always

has final say on the name of the ship. Them's the rules!"

"Can it!" Sara growled as she took the nearest vacant seat and strapped herself in. "Chuck, activate the timer and throw the pack bomb overboard, then get your ass in a seat! Pal, lift off on my mark!"

"Can't I do it now?" Pal inquired as Chuck hurled the pack bomb overboard.

Sara ignored him as Chuck raced back to the other vacant seat, to the left of Sara. Nearby, the ground blew up, and a yellow laser narrowly missed the

Silver Ducky

.

This is getting close...

"I'm in!" Chuck yelled.

"All right, Pal," Sara shouted, "get us the hell out of here!"

"With extreme pleasure, Sara!"

Without warning, the

Silver Ducky

shot straight up into the air, and Sara felt like God had dropped a black hole on her lap. The air whooshed past her swiftly, chilling her face thoroughly. The flycraft trembled violently, and Sara feared that the fragile creation would shatter itself across the surface of Liten at any given moment. Suddenly, the upward acceleration stopped, and the

Silver Ducky

began rocketing forward with rapidity.

"Yeehaw!" Pal hollered. "Now

that's

what I call getting the fuck out of Dodge!"

Below them, a loud, reverberating thunder was heard. "Well, those guys won't be causing no trouble for us no more," Chuck remarked dryly.

"It's gonna be awhile before we get to our LZ," Pal added, "so y'all might wanna try and get some shut-eye."

"Good idea," Sara acquiesced. "I'm making that an order, Meggidos." She looked at Furry and Joshua, sitting on the opposite side. "I'd strongly advise that you get some rest as well," she added.

"No argument from us," Furry answered heartily.

Leaning as far back as her seat allowed, Sara closed her eyes and sighed. For a while, at least, there could be some peace from all this strife.

And then Wesley's face filled her mind...

Twomz, Wesley Hudson,

Human SOB Operative

, was reluctantly executed on Day 3.

Night 3 has now begun. The deadline is on Monday, December 6th, 2010 at 7:00 p.m. CST

I apologize for the time it took to end the day, but my internet decided to have a threesome with Satan and Murphy. (In other words, she got fucked up and I couldn't get online, period. I'm currently lucky just to have gotten this post off.)

In case I can't lock the topic after I post this, please don't post after this, kthnx.

[SaintKerrigan]

Slaxx has requested replacement. Searching for one now...

Edit: The replacement gods have been kind to us today. nopointinactingup replaces Slaxx, effective immediately. Make a fuss over him, guys!

[SaintKerrigan]

Southwestern Edge of Istor Forest
Colonized Sector 1, UTP Planet Liten, Tynnfred System
December 2nd, 2486 SC (Day 30, Month 14 LC)
0618 hours SST (2730 hours LLT1)

Sara gazed at the legions of tall, thin, brown-gray trees that comprised the Istor Forest through her tacvisor, laser rifle in hand. It had been two Liten days since they'd landed on the planet, and as of yet there had been no contact with any of the colonists. While it could simply be that the hypothesized group of escaped colonists simply lacked the proper equipment for either detecting or contacting the Meggidos, it also wasn't hard to consider that this was all a wild goose chase. Hell, there was no guarantee that the Istor Forest was where they'd fled to...

Martin ambled up alongside her. "Wow, that's a lot of fucking trees. How are we supposed to find those colonists in all that shit?"

With a shrug, Sara replied, "Portascanners and a lot of diligence."

"Yeah, but this is like looking for a hypothetical needle in a galaxy-sized haystack, if you catch my drift," Martin remarked. "Anyway, Margaret sent me up here to relieve you of your watch." He smirked. "Enjoy your...assignment from the major."

Sara arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you'll see..." Martin winked at her and turned away to face the forest, laser rifle held at the ready. Sara turned south and strode back to the temporary camp.

What was he implying...is something wrong?

It didn't take her long to spring-walk across the boing grass and reach the camp. Margaret's insta-house was in the approximate center, and she was there, leaning on the door, gazing at Sara as she approached. "Feeling tired?" Margaret asked, once Sara was close enough that she didn't have to shout.

"A bit," Sara replied.

Obviously, since it's been at least twenty-four hours standard since anyone's slept...

"I'll be fine, though. Martin says you've got an assignment for me."

Margaret stood up straight. "He didn't tell you?"

"Uh...not really."

"Oh, that buffoon..." She rolled her eyes. "We're not moving into the forest, yet. First we're gonna get some quick R and R." A smile traced her lips. "I think this would be a good time for you and I to alleviate some of the stress we've accumulated the past two days."

Sara paused.

While that's certainly tempting...

"Shouldn't we be trying to find the colonists ASAP, Margaret?"

Margaret chuckled. "Sara, if you don't learn to take care of yourself, you'll just be at a disadvantage when the timing is most inopportune. If the colonists have survived this long, they'll survive until we find them. It does them--and us--no good to abuse our bodies in our search." She crouched on her haunches and pulled open the door of the insta-hut. "Shall we, then?"

Sara nodded. "How long are we going to be resting?"

"Don't worry, we'll only be here for a few hours."

"All right then. I'm all yours, Margaret."

Sara strode up to the insta-house, got on her knees, and crawled through the small door. Margaret followed closely and pulled the door shut. It wasn't long before low moans could be heard emanating from within the insta-house...

[SaintKerrigan]

Night 3 is over. Day will break once I resolve night actions and write

a novel

the morning scene.

[SaintKerrigan]

Kehvit Mountain Range
Non-colonized Sector 1, UTP Planet Liten, Tynnfred System
December 5th, 2486 SC (Day 4, Month 15 LC)
0142 hours SST (2514 hours LLT3)

Despite getting almost five hours to catch up on lost sleep, the rickety flycraft plus Wesley's innocent face haunting her thoughts provided for a fitful slumber for Sara. Thankfully, they were now weaving their way through the Kehvit Mountains. Hopefully they would soon be at

"Mount Ivanova!" Pal called from his perch in the pilot's chair. "There it is! Don't worry, folks, this queasy-ride's gonna be over soon!" The holler earned numerous groans of relief from the

Silver Ducky

's passengers.

Sara glanced to her left. The tallest mountain that was immediately visible, Mount Ivanova was comprised of multiple conical, snow-crested spires. As they flew closer to the mountain, multitudes of level plateaus became visible. Suddenly, not far from the peak of the mountain, Sara saw a tall, elegant structure made of a strange, black-green substance, as well as several alien vehicles and squads of troops on the ground.

"Is that what we're looking for?" she called out to Bill over the noise of the maneuvering jets, nodding her head in the direction of the structure.

Bill took a look. "Yep, that's what we're looking for," he shouted back.

"All right, then. Pal, find a plateau that's near the jammer, but not too close. Maybe we can keep the element of surprise."

"Aye, Sara!" A gentle steer of the

Silver Ducky

, and they began to fly upward and to the right of the jammer.

Once again, Sara glanced at her left arm. Without that hand, she'd be restricted to only using a laser pistol. Not nearly as powerful as a laser rifle, and one-handed aiming was a bitch; but until she could get back to civilization and have a new hand grown for her, she'd just have to deal with it. At least the permeating pain that plagued her body had placated a bit further on the trip over...

The

Silver Ducky

now began to decelerate. Looking ahead, Sara saw a medium-sized rock plateau, with patches of snow plopped on top of the rock. Off to the

Ducky

's right, a plethora of smaller plateaus stretched off in the distance between the landing site and the jammer location. Soon, the flycraft was hovering over the plateau, and slowly it lowered itself toward the ground. The contact with the ground was rough, giving everyone aboard a hearty shaking. Fortunately, the slipshod

Silver Ducky

maintained structural integrity.

Pal lifted his hands off the controls dramatically. "Thank you for flying Liten Airways, ladies and gents. We hope to do business with you in the days to come!"

"Yeah, remind me to bring my mother-in-law next time," Chuck quipped as he unfastened his safety restraints.

Sara fumbled around with her belts.

Funny how I never realize just how much I rely on both my hands until I get one of them lopped off by a malevolent Arkon...

Eventually, she untangled herself from the seat, and she stood up, taking a good long stretch before striding over to the storage container in the stern of the

Silver Ducky

. She stood behind the cluster, waiting her turn to retrieve her pack. Suddenly, the crowd of people parted, giving her a clear path to the box.

"You go first, Sara," Dylan said to her.

Sara nodded at him and the others, then went in and grabbed her pack. Striding over to the boarding ladder, she lowered her foot onto the first rung and grabbed the sidebars with her hands.

...well, with her right hand. The missing left hand failed to grab anything at all, and suddenly Sara was swinging in the air, her vice-like grip on the rail with her right hand the only thing saving her from an uncomfortable tumble to the hard rock below.

Aw, shit, that was fucking stupid!

Swinging out the stump on her left arm, Sara clumsily hooked her inner elbow around the ladder and pulled herself back onto the ladder, groaning painfully as she did so. Once she was solidly back on the rungs, she slowly and carefully made her descent, until she finally stood on solid rock. Her face felt frigid from the subzero temperatures, but her temperall kept her overall body temperature at normal human heat levels. It was probably cold enough that she'd need to wear the mask extension of the temperall, though, lest her face freeze on top of all her other ailments...

She stepped out of the way of the ladder traffic and dropped her pack on the bare rock. Despite the inherent maladroitness of a one-handed sifting job, she managed to extract her face mask from the pack without any overly undue difficulty. Putting the mask on her head, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter altogether. It was hard enough just to get the elastic mask to stay on her head; by the time she'd finally gotten it pulled down, the whole thing was skewed left, with an eyehole resting over her forehead. After a multiplex of minor adjustments and changes, she managed to orient the mask correctly. From there, hooking the mask up to her body temperall was relatively simple, and soon her entire body, from head to toe, felt pleasantly warm.

Glancing around, she observed her fellow Meggidos donning their masks as well. Furry and Joshua, however, simply stood with their arms wrapped tightly around their torsos, practically bouncing all over the place with their shivering.

Dear lord, how could I have overlooked this?

"Dylan, get Jack and Simona's packs and take out the temperalls," Sara barked. "Then take Furry and Dr. Gordon to the other side of the

Silver Ducky

and show them how to put the temperalls on."

"It's not going to be a clean fit, Sara," Dylan replied as he carried out orders. "The suits weren't tailored for them.

"It's a hell of a lot better than not having anything at all," Sara responded.

"True," Dylan acknowledged.

"W- wait a minute," Joshua stuttered. "You mean w- we have to get--"

"Oh, knock it off, Josh," Furry remarked, chuckling. "We get naked all the time during the hot summer months, it's no big deal."

"Yeah...b-but we hardly know these people..."

Dylan smiled. "Don't worry, it's not like we're going to have a threesome or something like that. C'mon, let's go get you guys warm..."

Joshua nodded tentatively, and he, Furry, and Dylan all made their way around the back of the

Silver Ducky

and onto the opposite side.

Sara looked up at the sky, a brilliant, crimson hue with nary a cloud in the sky. With the sun setting within the hour, they wouldn't have to wait long to begin their night assault.

One more quick run-through of the battle plan, and then the assault can begin...

"Wow," Ingrid called, standing near the edge of the plateau, "would you look at that--"

BOOM!

The ground shook slightly, and Sara gasped. In the place where Ingrid once stood, a good-sized crater made its abode, with minute body and equipment fragments splattered over the surrounding area.

"What the

fuck

?" Chuck bellowed. "What the hell just happened, here?"

"Holy Christ, Ingrid just blew up!" Pal exclaimed.

Sara shook her head furiously and dashed toward the crater, her mind refusing to believe that the event had actually come to pass. Upon reaching the site, however, it didn't take her long to realize that the horrific, lamentable event was true. Someone had blown Ingrid Cortega to hell, just like they'd done with Simona. And the blood on the ground remained a steady shade of crimson...

"Those--fucking bastards!" Bill gasped. "Dropped a 'nade in her pack and let it blow."

"Wait, how do you know it was a 'nade?" Furry demanded to know as she threaded her arms through the sleeves of the temperall. "And that it was in her pack?"

"Last part's easy--there's no way the pack could have been so thoroughly decimated without an explosive force from within the pack," Bill explained. "As for the grenade...well, technically it could've been any explosive, but it just looks like a grenade blast to me."

"Yeah, I think Bill's right on this one," Chuck concurred.

Suddenly, Pal called, "What the hell? Oh my god, those Arkon bastards! They killed Psycho!"

Even though dying teammates was hardly a new thing to Sara by this point in time, it still hit her hard.

My kingdom for a day where I didn't lose any men...

Sara and the others made quick time back to the

Silver Ducky

to check Psycho's corpse, but there was nothing different from the other deaths attributed to the Arkons, just the same old eyes rolled into the back of the head.

Psycho...I'll miss you, even if you were a bit of a crazy bastard...

"I know this keeps getting worse, guys, but we

have

to stay focused," Sara told the others bluntly. "I doubt the Arkons missed hearing that explosion, so we're going to have to move fast. Kestrel, Pal, bag those bodies and store them in the hold of the

Silver Ducky

. Then take the Nutcracker and make haste for the jammer."

As the four Meggidos carried out their orders, Furry walked up to Sara and asked, "You sure you don't want to go with them? Josh and I can handle ourselves if the Arkons come snooping around."

"Maybe," Sara replied, "but you should have someone with combat experience to back you up. Besides, I'm crippled, so I'd just be dragging the team down by partaking in the assault. Believe me, if I could join them in combat, I would."

Furry smiled. "I'm sure."

By now, the Meggidos had gathered around Sara again. "This is it, troops," Sara stated solemnly. "This is our only shot off this rock, so go make it count!" She turned to face Jezzy. "Good luck."

Jezzy nodded. "I'll get the job done, Sara. I know what I'm doing."

I hope you do, Jezzy. I hope you do.

"Then I wish all of you good luck, and Godspeed," Sara concluded. She held out her right fist. "Go down to hell..."

"...get out of hell..." Jezzy added, putting in her fist, along with the other Meggidos.

"...rinse and repeat!" the entire squad finished, dropping their fists towards the ground and pulling them away. As Jezzy and the other Meggidos tromped off toward the jammer, Sara couldn't help but feel pangs of regret.

Remember, Sara, it's for the best.

Sara turned to face Furry and Joshua. "Well, we're going to be here for a while. Know any ways to pass the time?"

LynchMePls, Mac "Psycho" O'Leary,

Human SOB Operative

, had his brains scrambled on Night 3.
apathyplusCUPCAKES, Ingrid Cortega,

Human Neighbor

, had a grenade stuffed in her pack on Night 3.

Day 4 has now begun. The deadline is on Tuesday, December 21st, 2010 at 9:00 a.m. CST.

Flavor note: For those of you who are actually paying attention to the time stuff at the beginning of flavor scenes, I'm going to be going back and retroactively editing the times in previous flavor scenes to make it obvious which time zone the characters are in when the scenes occur. This has no relevance to the game itself, so don't fret over it.

[SaintKerrigan]

You may post now.

[camn]

Who was neighbored to apathy?

[Cogito Ergo Sum]

I don't see the benefit. What does that achieve beyond giving scum the knowledge that a certain someone almost certainly has no useful powers?

P.S.

Vote: Furry

[AlmasterGM]

Vote: nopointinactingup

AKA SLAXX.

[camn]

It achieves something.

[Cogito Ergo Sum]

Well, I'm convinced.

[HackerHuck]

I was wondering if Camn would be acting as scummy as Nero and it looks like I'm right.

Alamaster - you never said why Slaxx was scummy and more than half of your posts have some reference to him being scum. Can you elaborate?