Majestic

Well, I've played Mafia a lot, can't not take up this opportunity... Could the brave bird Majestic Eagle join the game?

Awesome. I'll read a few too to get the hang of it but it seems straightforward. Cheers Winter

So I'm trying to find things and it's working horribly. Could you possibly tell me the latest LG? Cheers. Edit: Is it LG37?

Ohh, alrighty. On it

Don't you have to be in the game from the beginning to play? I might read a couple of the quick fixes to get the idea and then maybe join one at some point.

Awesome! The Brandon Elimination games look great. I mean, I've played Mafia and ToS before quite a bit so I know the general mechanics, but these ones look a lot more in-depth. Are they easy to get into? And do they kind of follow the RP writing-wise? I'm an inquisitor in disguise

Hmm, I won't be able to write now but the Paradox Chamber looks interesting... I wish I was imaginative enough to just come up with Epics that aren't Cannon Fodder

Haha. Did you literally write that just because?

Ohh, ok. Thanks dude

Ok Wastelands done. Hey Voidus, what arena style were you thinking of? Oh and I really need to find out what ninja'd means.

Bisbane - Day 9 Mother Nature was up early to discuss plans with her Table of Evil Nature regarding the recent spot by Nightwatch. The female she'd spotted yesterday turned out to be a pretty powerful water manipulator who could create freak waves up to 40 meters. Unsurprisingly, she insisted the others call her Tsunami. As well as that, she could control the wave (the smaller the better) and, to top it off, had enhanced vision. In addition, during the meeting, a dark skinned lad had strolled in, proclaiming, "I am Magma! Add me to your team!" A little practice had revealed he was able to summon miniature volcanoes from the earth. Oh, and he shot lava from his hands. He was insistent upon the usefulness of that particular power. That was basically it, so far. Coming to the close of the talk, Nature had reiterated the dangers of attempting a stunt like this. The rest of the table, except for Twister, seemed pretty nervous but still wanted to give it a go. That seemed like a good sign, in the very least. Now Nature was patrolling through her kingdom, with the aide of a speed Epic, to catch up on how everything was going. First was the foodstuffs, overlooked by a scruffy man who went by the nickname of The Tiller. Apparently, he could plant food seeds with the touch of a hand, but clearly there was a catch as he still required workers to assist. Perhaps his power had a cooldown? Whatever it was, the work was going good, so Nature had nothing to say. After she travelled to her army. The progression seemed slow, but the General of the army, a Gifter called Frontline, assured her there was nothing to worry about. Nature decided to have a more in-depth roam at a later date. Finally, the power and water plant. These were controlled by some simple civilians with expected expertise, and unfortunately not an Epic. Oh well. It was better than nothing, she supposed. At least the majority of the area was working. Still amazed at how quickly her rule had been established and the fact that she even had food, drink and electricity, Nature simply let it all take place. Her laws were simple: Don't kill, use Epic power without being checked first, and steal, and you could live a happy life. Break any of them and you'd be sentenced to some years in her detention facility on the borders of Brisbane. Nature had also decided that her subjects would also be rewarded every Sunday, where her TEN would battle in a designated spot in the middle of town. Nature didn't need Epics to influence the people. No, they were simple - work and contribute, and you'd not get into any trouble. The society was generally positive. Hopefully, it would stay that way.

Ah, alright. I'm doing a bit for the Wastelands right now, so I'll see what I can do later.

I take Skippy Voidus, could you please update us on when the tournament battles start and the sequential order of the fights? Cheers

Good point. I'll leave Boost behind for now. Maybe my little tsunami Epic is just powerful enough? So day 9 would be Tuesday.... Ok, I can use that.

Yeah, point. By the way, what day of the week is day 9? Was day 1 Monday?

@winter devotion Chase's powers are awesome. Or he could, you know, only have the powers for a certain amount of time. Or there could be an Epic that disallows that. Or he can only set laws that are seen as plausible by the rest of the city. Just some of my ideas. Maybe he has an impulse to kill the criminal, and who would rule a city with no subjects?

Looks like you win... If you want I can write the tsunami in 2-3 posts time. I am allowed to have an Epic called Boost, right? (He's like Upgrade just a bit weaker)

Ummm... Shhhh

Corfe - 3 weeks after Calamity Ding. Aeroplane. Boarding for Australia. Anthony Hill felt lucky there was an Epic willing to soar them through the skies to the huge, populous country. The small fee was doable, and the deal felt great. Why was he leaving? Well, quite simply, Anthony was sick of England. Too many dominating Epics and city-destroying fights between the insensitive Slontzes. Rumours were passed that Oz welcomed anybody, and from the looks of it, Anthony was prepared to believe that. So many sights! Ding. This is your Captain, Metalbird, speaking. If you've ever been on a plane before you know the drill. For those who don't, you have a lifejacket underneath your seat and an oxygen mask above you. These are just a few safety features aboard my lovely flight. Sit back and enjoy, ladies and gentlemen, and I'll see you all in Australia. Ding. Anthony did just so. Relaxing into the luxurious, leather seat helped him to blissfully release. The tall fellow next to him was already snoring. Poor guy. Probably spent countless nights working to support his family. If he had a family, that was. Anthony's lived somewhere in the US. They still managed to chat, which was nice, and it reassured Anthony immensely. After lift-off, the ride was barely eventful. The most that happened was a portion of turbulence in the first 30 minutes, which the Captain assured was only the wind. Anthony caught the eye of his neighbour, who was awake and alert now. Anthony made the first move to break the ice. "Hi," he began, "I'm Anthony. And you are?" "Bill," the man replied, "Bill Faren. I'm a journalist. My travel to Australia is strictly formal." But Anthony caught the quick wink and the gleam in the man's eye. Wow. Those were extremely blue eyes. How had he not noticed that before? "That's cool, Bill. I don't exactly have a single job. I mostly do odd work for the Corfe community, here and there." "Awesome. I love the UK. Do you--" Ding, Bill was promptly cut off. This is Metalbird speaking. If you look out of your windows you might see Australia. Repeat, we have entered Australia. A general cheer erupted from the passengers, and Anthony joined in, feeding upon the beaming faces. Not literally. Mentally. We should arrive at our destination in a quarter of an hour or so. Refreshments will be available shortly. If you would like... The Captain trailed off mid-sentence. Anthony frowned. Why did he stop? What was happening? Bill looked a bit nervous now too. What had caused Metalbird to halt the short speech? His queries were answered as a trail of maroon blazed across the window. Another frown. What was that? Was that an Epic? Wonder soon turned to worry as the implications of that question became apparent. If that's an Epic we're probably going to die... Utter, and complete, silence. The peace before the storm. That was when the screaming began. Anthony removed his seatbelt and slid towards the cockpit. Slid because the plane was visibly nose dipping. Sweaty palms opened the door, and when Anthony peered inside, he was greeted with nothing. Nothing, of course, except the ground below, which was edging closer and closer. "Everybody!" he screamed once back in the body of the plane, "This plane is going to crash! Brace for impact! Do anything you can to--" The left side of the vehicle ripped away, a bunch of terrified passengers including Bill along with it. A huge roar sounded. The unattached wing sliced through the air, smashing into trees and bushes. Chaos ensued. Anthony knew this was the end. The tail vanished, taking the back part of the aeroplane with it. Soon after the right area was gone too. Only Anthony and a few lucky people were still alive. Not for long... As fate zoomed ever closer, all Anthony could hope for was leaping from the plane last second. It would probably explode, anyway, incinerating him. A mental countdown started. 10... "Be prepared to jump, guys!" 9... The doubtful group just stared at him like he was crazy. They were most certainly correct. 8... "Sparks, just do it!" 7... Nothing. Blatant lack of survival instincts. 6... "Fine, I'll save myself." 5... Air rushing by as Anthony prepared his run-up. 4... I love you, Mum and Dad... 3... Eyes open. Breaths steady. 2... Ready, ready... 1... NOW! He sprinted the short distance and leaped. It wasn't enough. Anthony was propelled forwards by the blast, clothes melting thanks to the heat. When in contact with the ground he slid a short way and finally came to rest near a shrubbery. Anthony groaned as he rolled over to check for wounds. Yep, there were plenty. Huge gash on his right leg. On his arm he could glimpse bone. Severe burns covered his body. Sparks, he couldn't see out of one eye. So this was it. After everything, he was still going to die. The minutes rolled on slowly and painfully. Anthony didn't know when he would die. Eventually, unconsciousness beckoned him, and he gratefully accepted the offer. "Sparks!" a woman yelled in his ear, noting the wreckage of the plane. "Are you okay? Don't move! Sparks, man!" Anthony could only croak, "No survivors," before the darkness consumed him.

Shame I'm not planning for an Epic called 'Forestfire' that can literally just burn the trees in a matter of minutes. Wait.

Can you redirect a tsunami that dissipates once it's reached its target? Besides, a big enough tornado can stop a redirected tsunami, I'm pretty sure.

Haha For those in the Wastelands, could one of you possibly let me send a death-bearing tsunami upon your humble city? @Hemalurgic_Headshot This could be a way to help Sandstorm escape

One of yours? The name sounds pretty awesome.

Just finished Dalles. Sparks, Fate ended it brilliantly. Shame I had to ruin it Anyway, onto Corvallis now, I guess.

Event Horizon, controller of all things gravity, was lazily chucking a black hole up and down in his palm when a commotion began. He slowly turned to hear the news. Apparently, Quicksilver had only gone and revealed himself, nearly driving Arsenal over the edge, and was on his way back. Ah, propaganda. Event Horizon loved instilling manipulated facts into some filthy subjects. Before sucking their whole being into a black hole, of course. The noises it made was so soothing, especially the screams. Event broke his trail of thought and returned to his little game. Quicksilver wouldn't be too long, and in all honesty, Event was anticipating a mission for him and the other Slivers. Preferably without BusDriver. Or anybody else, really. Without anybody else besides Quicksilver himself, of course. Just him and Quick, serving the Dalles, the chance to finally outshine the others and leave an impressionable performance. That earned a small grin of satisfaction. Oh, Event Horizon was looking forward to the next few weeks. The Dalles would crumble beneath their rule, and the Slivers would be unbeatable. But most importantly, he was back.