Re: Mafia: The Last Resort [N2: A Broken Monolith]
09-12-2011, 07:25 PM
And then, without decorum or hesitation, Pick Yer Poison is hanged.
Pick Yer Poison was Daniel DiCarlo, the head chef. Partially due to the technology available within the Last Resort but mainly because of his impressive skill, he took care of all catering and bar tending within the hotel. His true passion, however, was mixology. The cocktails that he created were of such a high standard that to drink one would temporarily boost the receivers abilities (although he noticed that this effect would tend to vanish dramatically over the course of the following drinks, naturally). He had the ability to give out one of these cocktails to a person of his choosing each night, and any night actions or powers of the drinker would be increased. Pick Yer Poison therefore was a Monolith, and was Town aligned.
The daily death having been taken care of, all the residents began to wander back to their rooms.
In spite of this, their passage was soon halted.
One by one the guests turned and noticed the bright light to the east, most of them for the first time. Now, however, it was no mere glow. A new blazing sun, twenty times as large as the normal one was perceived to be, filled the night sky. It seared white hot, demanding the attention of all those below. They could feel the burning heat on their faces, a heat they knew would be capable of burning the flesh from their bones if it wanted to.
Fortunately, it did not.
Instead the new sun stretched even further across the sky, which still remained dark at the untouched edges. Even so, the duskiness quickly drained away into the burning light, sucked inwards as if dragged into the bright opposite of a black hole.
And then it was gone.
As if it had never been there, the stars twinkled peacefully amongst the blessed blackness of the night. All the same, the guests knew that something had been taken.
The Night phase has begun. Due to the effect of the Sun, night has been shortened to four days and as such will end on 16 September, 8PM GMT.
Pick Yer Poison was Daniel DiCarlo, the head chef. Partially due to the technology available within the Last Resort but mainly because of his impressive skill, he took care of all catering and bar tending within the hotel. His true passion, however, was mixology. The cocktails that he created were of such a high standard that to drink one would temporarily boost the receivers abilities (although he noticed that this effect would tend to vanish dramatically over the course of the following drinks, naturally). He had the ability to give out one of these cocktails to a person of his choosing each night, and any night actions or powers of the drinker would be increased. Pick Yer Poison therefore was a Monolith, and was Town aligned.
The daily death having been taken care of, all the residents began to wander back to their rooms.
In spite of this, their passage was soon halted.
One by one the guests turned and noticed the bright light to the east, most of them for the first time. Now, however, it was no mere glow. A new blazing sun, twenty times as large as the normal one was perceived to be, filled the night sky. It seared white hot, demanding the attention of all those below. They could feel the burning heat on their faces, a heat they knew would be capable of burning the flesh from their bones if it wanted to.
Fortunately, it did not.
Instead the new sun stretched even further across the sky, which still remained dark at the untouched edges. Even so, the duskiness quickly drained away into the burning light, sucked inwards as if dragged into the bright opposite of a black hole.
And then it was gone.
As if it had never been there, the stars twinkled peacefully amongst the blessed blackness of the night. All the same, the guests knew that something had been taken.
The Night phase has begun. Due to the effect of the Sun, night has been shortened to four days and as such will end on 16 September, 8PM GMT.
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