Gears of War Mafia - ( Game Over! )

[The Goat]

Sorry,

[unvote. Vote, MsM./b]

[The Goat]

Sorry,

[unvote. Vote, MsM.

[Ms Marangal]

Cool.

go after Mac tomorrow please?

I think that hammer clears you...

[Venmar]

Final Votecount of the Day:

Votecount 7.2

[L-4] Guille2015:

[L-4] Messiah:

[L-3]

Angelious Nero:

Messiah

[L-4] The Goat:

[L-3]

Mac:

Ms Marangal

[L-4] Viomi:

[LYNCHED]

Ms Marangal:

Angelious Nero, Viomi, Mac, The Goat

Not Voting

• Guille2015

Deadline

• May 26th, 2013

Mod Notes

• I do not believe anybody is V/LA.. I might be wrong however.

[Venmar]

10 A.E
The Battle of Ephyra

Marcus leaned forward and puffed a large breath, releasing a mist of dust. He choked and coughed, debris and more dust falling all around him. Eventually the tremors caused him to collapse to his knees, still coughing, his eyes watering. The building shook and slowly calmed down, the dust starting to settle. Marcus was nonetheless pissed off and tired, wiping his dusty mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

Marcus looked at Private Backlin, a gear with a thick Indie accent, who was struggling to free his foot from a fallen bookshelf. Reaching to help him out with one hand, he clicked his inter-com with the other. " Is everyone alright? " he barked, heaving the bookshelf with his whole strength. A small traffic of concerned gears flooded in, most saying they were fine. Marcus blinked every time one of them reported a deceased gear.

The bookshelf cracked and creaked. " Thanks mate " the private muttered, his voice raspy from the dust, now leaning forward massaging his injured foot, " Damn Locust ".

Marcus nodded, agreeing. He helped the man to his feet with a firm hand and clasped him on the shoulder. Private Backlin was heavy and layered with hard muscle, and made for an intimidating gear. Once upon a time, the same man in front of him would have been a bloodthirsty enemy, back when the UIR and the COG were at each other throats. The UIR were a strong bunch, resilient and witty, strong and formidable, and brave. He knew that the private has killed COG gears long time ago, but now he was fighting alongside with him, Gear and Indie, as if nothing has happened.

Marcus picked up his fallen lancer rifle and strode forward, the private trailing him closely. The house was being "sieged" by the locust, cutting Marcus from Dom and Tai, as well as the rest of his close friends. Marcus was given the command of a small amount of squads, about 4 with 4 men each. The death toll that just came in signaled that 2 of those squads just got wiped out. 9 men remained, him included.

But damn were the Locust crafty. Not only were they slowly adapting COG technology into their own, they were now using gear operators to use that technology against us. A locust behind a Hammer of Dawn module seemed to become one of his worst fears right there on the spot. The bastards forced a hammer of dawn strike on the house, and the center was a hollow crater, he could smell it. His nose prickled and twitched at the smell of charred wood and metal, the smell of death that remained of his two decimated squads.

Coughing one more time, Marcus glanced at the private and beckoned for him to follow, starting to stride forward, Lance raised. The house was very old, dusty and fragile beyond belief. The hammer strike seemed to nearly rip it completely apart, and he could tell. The walls were ripped and cracked in every room and hall, large fissures ran along some of the floorboards, and the ceiling was patchy with disrepair that broke under the pressure. Marcus had to wipe falling dust from his eyes constantly just to prevent himself from going blind.

Slowly, Marcus joined up with the other three members of Private Backlin's squad, stationed in a dirty dining room. Backlin greeted them in gorasni, the native tongue of the UIR, clasping hands for a short while. The group had a mini reunion before Marcus impatiently barked an order, and the group snapped into focus. The squad falled in behind Marcus as they continued the exploration of the house. Outside, gunshots and explosions dominated the sound of the city, as the locust fought gears and the gears the locust. An epic battle turned bloody and bad.

The leader of the squad, a veteran of the Pendulum Wars from the looks of it, covered in battle scars and the tattoos of an Indie, filed in beside Marcus, curiosity in the elder's voice, " Where is this man you call Dom? Did he not have most of our forces? '. Marcus nodded sternly, " Yes, he does. He is two blocks north. We need to get Foxtrot 4 and move to his position before the locust overrun the house. "

The man seemed satisfied with the answer, but remained beside Marcus as they advanced through the house, the gunfire of the fight outside creating a steady hum. Marcus looked to the man and grunted in annoyance.

" Can I help you? " Marcus muttered.
" You that Marcus Fenix fellow aren't you? "

Marcus nodded. The man's face turned dark, and the veteran wrinkled his nose before spitting to the side and retreating back to the safety of the squad behind them. That offended Marcus more than he thought. Some veterans don't forget the past, this one seemed to be no exception. Marcus was a fierce gear fighting for the COG during the Pendulum Wars, he is a hero, and killed many Indies. He didn't make many friends that's for sure. An eerie silence filled the rest of their journey. It made him feel awkward.

Later they stumbled upon Foxtrot 4 in left win of the house, holed up tending to their wounded. It seemed that they got false information from them, because only two of the squad remained alive. The deceased had nasty burn marks woven over their corpses. One had both of his legs charred and burned off, the other had his torso melted down the right side, cutting it half it's original side. The stench was choking, he pressed his massive hand against his nose before he spoke to the remainder of the squad.

" Who's in charge in here? " he remarked, squatting down beside the corpses to examine them. One of the gears stepped forward, a skinny youth who had to be no more than twenty years of age, his helmet splattered with blood and his chest plastered with ash. He saluted Marcus with his left hand, which Marcus noted had a couple fingers missing.

" I am in charge sergeant... or at least.. now I am. "
" Who was your superior before you? " Marcus asked.
" Sergeant Wandill, sir. " The lad pointed at the corpse that had it's torso melted down in half.
" What's your name Gear? And give me an update of the area while you're at it ".

" Corporal Trinis, sir ". The lad coughed before continuing. " We were cut off from the other squads when the hammer fell. I believe they both got obliterated from the looks of it, they were in the direct blast zone. Sergeant Wandill and Private Unteen here died from the shockblast. Since the hammer, the locust have been slowly advancing across the courtyard "- the corporal pointed out a window, onto a small field of green and brown grass and trees to top it off -" They have been staying back though, I don't imagine they like the charred ground of the hammer very much. I fear It's cooling off, however, I believe the locust will come back in a couple of minutes. "

Marcus had to agree, and sullenly nodded in approval. " We must go then. Dom and the greater part of our forces rest up north, we will have to regroup with them and rejoin the defence of the city ". Marcus glanced around his small band of 6 men, 4 of whom were Indies who would backstab him if it came down to the thick of it. He decided they had to move.

" Gather what weapons and ammo you can " he barked, now standing up, all serious. " We leave now, and fast. "

Reluctantly, the two gears stripped their deceased comrades of ammunition and weapons, and any grenades they could find. For reasons he did not find surprising, the Indies gladly took their share of the loot. Shaking his head, he leaned against the doorframe and hoped Dom was faring better than he. The Tac-Com has chosen an ill day to be down.

----



Marcus yelled in defiance, squeezing burst after burst from his rifle. Gunshots flew by in waves, some in sporadic patterns, but the sound of them whipping was enough to give him the chills. Yet, the adrenaline surprisingly made him forget about such things. Reeling backwards, Marcus pressed his back against their side of the sandbag wall, emptying a hollow and empty clip from his rifle, glancing around him.

Only three of his original men remained. They were halfway to Dom's location, pinned down in a small checkpoint put up by the COG. All three died in the bloody ambush that now had him pinned down. They went down like a sack of potatoes, and their screams made the rest of them uneasy and discouraged. To his misfortune, the remaining gears were all Indies. That was just great..

They were outnumbered vastly too, and the intercoms provided no connection to Dom's task force to request aid or reinforcements.

Marcus shouted for a magazine, but the Indies around him ignored him and fought for themselves. He shouted more loudly and clearly at one of them in particular, a middle aged man with scars on his face. The man stared back for a second and shook his head, sprawling away from Marcus. That made him furious.

Throwing his lancer to the side, he drew a pistol and unloaded a clip into a small handful of drones advancing on their position, dropping them all with bullet wounds that covered their torsos. Reloading, he dropped an equal amount on the second shooting. Marcus cursed when he found out he had no more clips left, and as if Karma was there to be a bitch, a sniper round whipped through the skull of the middle aged Indie, sending him sprawling backwards. Marcus gladly took the mans pistol ammo.

In the commotion, a second Indie cried out, a younger man, as a bayonet pierced through his throat to quench a scream of pain and fear. The drone behind the bayonet lusted for the mans cry and twisted the bayonet to the side, ripping the dying mans throat out with it. The third Indie, the battle-hardened man with a grudge for Fenix, cried out in vengeance and tackled the grey monster to the ground. The two sprawled on the ground, wrestling and snarling. Marcus himself was in trouble too.

A drone climbed over the sandbags and stepped down in front of Marcus, wielding a hammerburst outfitted with a custom bayonet. The rifle must've been empty, or else the drone wouldn't have tried to use it as a melee weapon. Marcus swiftly lurched to the side and elbowed the drone across the face as it staggered forward from a missed thrust. On the swing around, Marcus glocked it in the mouth and then brought the pistol back down to hit it over it's grey head. He finished the creature with a round in the head.

Turning to the veteran, Fenix saw that the Indie triumphed against the drone, but was already wrestling with a second foe. A veteran himself, but Fenix needed the Indie to increase his chances of survival. He unloaded a barrage of shots into the veterans assailant, and dropped two more drones approaching their sandbag formation. To punish his efforts, the sniper that dropped the first indie came back into the picture by placing a round straight through the veterans chest, an impact that sent a shower of blood splattering out of the mans back.

In seconds, A Theron grabbed Marcus by the back of his neck and yanked him backwards, a pull that cut Marcus along his neck. Landing hard on his back, Marcus looked up at his new foe. The Theron drew a long and wicked sword from it's sheath at its side, the sword making a sickening drawing sound as it left it's sheath. Marcus seemed to whimper as goosebumps and chills flowed through his body.

Sprawling to his feet, Marcus lunged away from a deep swing from the Theron, barely dodging a cut that would've opening his throat from end to end. He managed to draw his combat knife and bring it up, but the Theron snarled and clubbed Marcus in the side of his face, sending him staggering. Marcus spat a mouthful of blood to his side, bringing up his knife in defence.

The ever watchful guardian, he hidden Locust sniper took another crack at the bandit of humans. A bullet whipped through the air, and Marcus found himself four steps back when a bullet exploded in his chest. A large spray of dust and fabric spat from his chest at the impact point, and Marcus heaved in shock. Across him, the Theron's eyes were wide and unbelieving, the thing's sword arm falling limp for a split second in disbelievement. Taking the chance for what it was worth, Marcus lunged forward, knife in hand, blood in his eyes.

Driving the knife in the Theron's lower stomach, Marcus brought his other fist and smashed it into it's face, teeth flying out, blood and flesh together. Marcus followed up with a knee to the groin that made the Theron double over. Pulling a second pistol from his holster, Marcus attempted to bring the gun to the temple of the Theron, but was stopped by a sudden swing of a mailed fist.

The Theron recovered from it's shock and rose, overpowering Marcus in seconds, the rise pushing Marcus backwards, causing him to mis his shot. A large grey hand smacked the pistol out of his hands, and a second punched Marcus square in the face, crunching Marcus's and causing him to bend over. The pain caused Marcus to heave blood from his destroyed face, and blood dripping from his flattened nose. Marcus prepared for a last chance, but the Theron was tired of the fight.

Before Marcus could recover, the sight of a long swords appeared at the edge of his sight while he was bent over, and the next second it darted to the side of his neck and travelled from one side to the other, opening his throat up in one graceful motion.

Official General Bardry Documentation:

When:

Day 7

Where:

Ephyra

Cause:

Lynch

Name of Individual:

Sergeant Marcus "Michael" Fenix

Alias of Individual:

Ms Marangal

Details:

During the siege of the Capital City Ephyra, Marcus Fenix and remnants of his forces were slaughtered in a Locust ambush. His squad was cut down in the initial showdown, and the survivors were quickly dispatched. Marcus himself engaged in a long battle with a Theron, where he was outmatched. His toughness and vest saved him from a deadly sniper round, and he turned the fight against the Theron momentarily, but lost quickly after the Theron recovered. Marcus's throat was cut wide open from end to end by a large sword.

Ms Marangal had his throat cut wide open Day 7, he was Sergeant Marcus Fenix ( Town x1-Shot Bulletproof Cop Enabler ) of the COG

Marcus Fenix is the main character of the game. A true renowned hero of the Pendulum Wars, Marcus Fenix fought in numerous fights including Aspho Fields, where he received the Embry Star for his fighting. After the Pendulum Wars, Marcus sticked close to his father until E-Day, where he was deployed in many frontline missions against the locust. A honest soldier without the want for special treatment, Marcus refused to take VIP treatment during the Hammer of Dawn strikes. After the strikes, Marcus returned to his fighting until 10 AED, when Ephyra was besieged by a large locust army. Marcus played a crucial part in the fight, but abandoned his post when he learned his father was endangered. Not only did Marcus seemingly not save his father, but he was sentenced to jail for abandoning his post and probably encouraging the fall of Ephyra. After serving 4 long and brutal years in the Slab, Marcus was freed and returned to the fighting even more battle hardened and tough than before. From that point on until the fight on Azura, Marcus became probably one of the best gears alive and contributed towards the utter success of the COG.

Night 7 has now officially started. If you have a night action, please submit it before the deadline of the night, which is Tuesday, May 21st at 8:15pm PST

[Venmar]

Messiah has been replaced by Nul for being absent for too long and not responding to my prod.

[Venmar]

Messiah actually gets to keep his slot, turns out he never "left".

[Venmar]

15 A.E
Jacinto Hospital
Before the Sinking of Jacinto

Barrick spew out blood in an agonizing cough, spraying most of it on his bedsheets in front of him, and a bit dripping down his chin and on to his collar. His head dropped back to the pillow with a silent thud, already breathless from the simple gesture. His eyes watered, and his mouth tasted like rusted copper, the taste of blood. It made him feel sick, the taste of blood. Raising a hand to his face, Barrick whimpered and tried to sit up, but his strength was escaping him, and instead he fell back on the bed exhausted.

Nurses and doctors scurried around in their little lab coats and outfits, carrying medicine or materials, going from patient to patient. Everyone in the hospital, save for the employees, was either ill or seriously injured. During his stay in the hospital Michael witnessed many gears and civilians alike die. He saw many gears die from blood loss, many from trauma, and just as many who died from bullet wounds. But by far, one of the leading causes of death in THIS hospital was disease. Sure, gears from the frontlines with battle injuries came and went, and those were dealt with accordingly, but this hospital in particular was tasked with gears and civilians suffering disease, not injury or trauma.

Rustlung was hands down the leading cause of death in the hospital. Rustlung was another name for Imulsion Sickness, and it was caused by infected lungs due to inhalation of imulsion. Victims suffer serious vomitting, coughing, and trouble breathing. Most cough up or vomit rust coloured liquids while affected by the disease. Most die from the condition. Barrick had it.

Days after days, Barrick would spend holed up in his hospital bed, coughing and vomiting his lungs out in agony, unable to gather enough strength to do anything more than to go to the bathroom. All of the vomiting and coughing was making him exhausted and dehydrated, and he hated being useless and weak. Life was already tough enough.

He sparsely got any visitors. Most of his friends are gears, and every able bodied man had to be summoned to the frontlines to fight the locust. His friends would die to see him, he knew, but they weren't allowed. In a way, it was an interesting contrast. They were out there fighting their own physical war with the locust, while Michael fought his own battle in his bed with Rustlung.

Everyone has their battles I guess,

Barrick sullenly thought. He couldn't have all the glory.

Barrick zoned out like he usually would, prop his head up on a nice and thick pillow, and stare ahead, deep in thought. Televisions weren't working anymore, electricity was being diverted to military operations, so Berrick was left to nothing but himself, his coughs, and some books. Occasionally the doctors would let him play some cards with the other Rustlung patients, but Barrick preferred to be by himself. Ever since he was struck down by Rustlung, he became more and more detached from society. His pain seemed to make him prefer his own company more than the company of the other patients and doctors. Everyone deals with their pain their own way.

While starring, a hand waved in front of him, breaking his concentration. Looking up, Barrick smiled when he saw Doctor Snow, an elderly man with balding white hair and a thick white stubble beard. The doctor had a smile of his own, as optimistic as always. " Michael, how are you doing? " Doctor Snow asked in a cheerful tone, as he always did. " You seemed out of it for a second. "

Barrick chuckled. " Yeah... I do that more and more it seems. How can I help you doctor? "
" Just checking up on you is all. I have a few a spare minutes free from work, thought i'd come and drop it on my favorite patient. "

Doctor Snow's smile always made everyone else smile. He had a very pleasant and welcoming personality, knowing how to make those around him raise their mood from a low one. During his time at the hospital, Barrick had the doctor drop in on him frequently, providing him aid and constant support. His bushy but small stubble beard gave him character that would remind you of the ideal loving grandfather.

Barrick tilted his head to the side. " Would be always nice to smoke one of my cigars again.. " Barrick stroked his moustache thoughtfully, " Sure would love that, I miss my cigars and my lighter. " He imitated lighting a lighter with his fingers, flicking them as if opening the lid of a lighter. He lowered his hand slowly. Doctor Snow twitched the edge of his mouth into a half smile.

" Your habit of smoking strong cigars probably didn't put your lungs in the best condition, did it? " Snow raised his eyebrow playfully. " Of course, it had no direct connection to the cause of your condition, but it probably won't improve it that's for sure. "

Barrick shied his eyes for a second, but agreed. " Sure do miss it though. I just wish that this atrocious cou- " Barrick broke off half-way during his sentence, stopping to cough violently into a napkin. He shook for a second until it stopped, and then rested his head back, his eyes tired and seemingly lifeless. " cougg... This atrocious cough. God Damn it I tell you. "

The Doctor sighed and rested the back of his palm against Barrick's forehead, pity in the old mans eyes. " I am sorry for you. I cannot give you anymore medicine I fear. Your condition

is

improving however, I believe. " The doctor smiled. Barrick almost believed the mans reassurance, but he was no fool. The Doctor smiled once again, and said " There's a visitor here for you. "

Bowing and saying his good-bye, the doctor turned and left. Barrick was left in his bed confused, staring after the departing doctor, who was looking at his watch, no doubt his break was up. Surely, a couple minutes later, a visitor came, and Barrick was dumbfounded when he saw who it was. Gasping, Barrick nearly cried out, tears welling up in his eyes.

---

Barrick was later found dead in his bed the next day, blood pooled around his mouth and lips, phlegm splattered over his shirt and sheets.

Official General Bardry Death Documentation:

When:

Night 7

Where:

Jacinto Hospital

Cause:

Lynch

Name of Individual:

Corporal Michael Barrick

Alias of Individual:

Viomi

Details:

Corporal Michael Barrick came down with Rustlung Disease sometime before the sieges of Jacinto. His condition slowly got worse, and he died at the hospital because of the disease.

Viomi died from Rustlung Disease Night 7, he was Corporal Michael Barrick ( Vanilla Townie ) of the COG

Michael Barrick was a fellow COG soldier who fought along with hundreds of others against the Locust during the locust wars. Originally a stranded, Michael Barrick joined the COG when he decided that he wanted to spend his time destroying locust rather than sitting around. As a soldier, he served along with Zeta Six during the evacuation of Ilima, where his skills proved essential in evacuating those in the city. Later on in his carrer, Barrick served during and after the Lightmass Offensive, but later suffered from Rustlung. A resilient gear, however, Barrick trudged on to fight on more and more in his career as a COG soldier. An all around motivator in a squad who was a strong fighter, Barrick was an excellent gear to watch your back.

Day 8 starts after Viomi's death, may he rest in peace

Votecount 8.0

[L-3] Guille2015:

[L-3] Messiah:

[L-3] Angelious Nero:

[L-3] The Goat:

[L-3] Mac:

Not Voting

• Guille2015, Messiah, Angelious Nero, The Goat, Mac

Deadline

• June 4th, 2013

Mod Notes

• I do not believe anybody is V/LA.. I might be wrong however.

[Angelious Nero]

Why would scum shoot a vt over a pr? It makes me think that my "scum is left in the prs" theory is right but then again it could just be wifom to make think that I'm right or maybe Viomi was just shot 'cause no one was really pushing her as scum.

My paranoia is making me think Gullie. Surely scum would fear a killing role.

[Viomi]

Day 8 starts after Viomi's death, may

s

he rest in peace

Fixed

[Mac]

something pinged with my yesterday that made me think nero was scum. but I can't remember what it was.

[Mac]

I realise that post was not helpful at all but it will come to me.

guille why haven't you been blowing shit up?

[Mac]

what are the chances of a scum watcher?

[Mac]

The Colonel Guille hydra did not want to lynch Slandaar and thought KoC was town for rage-quitting. he looks good for red at the moment.

[Mac]

VOTE: Nero

based on Slandaar/KoC interactions I'm happy to assume Nero is the last scum.

[Angelious Nero]

The Colonel Guille

hydra did not want to lynch Slandaar and thought KoC was town for rage-quitting. he looks good for red at the moment.

VOTE: Nero

based on Slandaar/KoC interactions I'm happy to assume Nero is the last scum.

[guille2015]

The Colonel Guille hydra did not want to lynch Slandaar and thought KoC was town for rage-quitting. he looks good for red at the moment.

The first part is accurate in that we didn't want to lynch either Messiah or Slaandar on Day 1. Day 2 is a different story. I started to question Slaandar in 1910, but I failed at the follow-up. The second part is incorrect as far as I remember. We voted for KoC for being scummy. His replacement was just the icing of the cake, which I find hilarious that he failed to replace out and is still in the game. Please refer to were we say that his town-rage was town.

[Mac]

The Colonel Guille

hydra did not want to lynch Slandaar and thought KoC was town for rage-quitting. he looks good for red at the moment.

VOTE: Nero

based on Slandaar/KoC interactions I'm happy to assume Nero is the last scum.

I ISO'd guille before you.

[guille2015]

I realise that post was not helpful at all but it will come to me.

guille why haven't you been blowing shit up?

Yeah, I ran out of bombs when I tried to blow up Rubi. Had only 3 bombs.

[Mac]

The Colonel Guille hydra did not want to lynch Slandaar and thought KoC was town for rage-quitting. he looks good for red at the moment.

The first part is accurate in that we didn't want to lynch either Messiah or Slaandar on Day 1. Day 2 is a different story. I started to question Slaandar in 1910, but I failed at the follow-up. The second part is incorrect as far as I remember. We voted for KoC for being scummy. His replacement was just the icing of the cake, which I find hilarious that he failed to replace out and is still in the game. Please refer to were we say that his town-rage was town.

uhh you are absolutely right about KoC and I'm interpreting one of your posts wrong.

guille can stay as town. Nero goes today I think.

How do people feel about Messiah? there was some things that trouble me with regards to him.

a) his lack of fucking involvement.
b) just.. the set-up. Orange mafia ninja... town tracker... would it make sense for a red watcher?

my head hurts. SOMEONE FUCKING CONTRIBUTE

[guille2015]

How do people feel about Messiah? there was some things that trouble me with regards to him.

a) his lack of fucking involvement.
b) just.. the set-up. Orange mafia ninja... town tracker... would it make sense for a red watcher?

I wish he was more involved, but I don't see him as scum, much less red scum. He fits as orange scum risking that claim since being orange he could deduce that Pirate was not scum, hence Slaandar did not visit PC.

I'm Going to be ISOing Nero in the following days.

[Mac]

hmmm. but as red scum he could bus slandaar and KNOW he didn't visit PirateCat.

[guille2015]

Why would he do that?

[Mac]

i don't know. if it's slandaar v messiah as it was and there both red then a watcher is more suitable role to seem town than fakeclaiming as strongman.

[The Goat]

i don't know. if it's slandaar v messiah as it was and there both red then a watcher is more suitable role to seem town than fakeclaiming as strongman.

The issue with this theory is the lack of a town watcher. Which town PR do you feel would be absent with two scum teams?

Also, if Messiah was fake claiming, I have no idea why I wouldn't be dead.