Snipexe

The interns entered the cruelly bright room. The light of the fluorescent bulbs above them reflected against the laminated safety memos they clutched, revealing words that could only be dragged from the darkest depths of a tortured soul. They laid out their memos upon the floor, arranging them in a complex sequence unknown by all but the greatest of the occult. Signs were placed in carefully chosen locations, warning those who entered of the danger of their blasphemy. With this task done, the final of their preparations were complete. One of them walked to the wall and carefully turned the light switch. The lights faded, their cyclopean buzzing replaced by absolute silence and the mute glow of the emergency exit sign. One of them opened a book, it’s cover beaten with the passage of time. On its spine was written the words “Dark Alley Health and Safety Code.” It was an ancient scripture, first inscribed into text by the Mad Inspector Arnold Smith. Within this codex lay the power to summon the great ones from the space between the Alleys, and rend reality itself into tatters. The first began at a whisper, “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cam R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” The others repeated the phrase, their voices echoing into the eternities. The refrain was chanted again, then again. Over and over the words were repeated, the utterances seeming alien in the mouths of mortals. As did the screams that soon followed. One by one, the interns crumpled to the ground, the presence of divinity crushing all that remained of their souls. As they lay on the ground writhing, a light billowed forth from within the pentagram both dark and bring, black and white. The edges of a figure soon appeared, hinting at a form that stretched beyond human comprehension. The figure took its first hesitant step in eons, then confidently strode forward, is appearance solidifying as it did so. It was that of an average looking man, with a simple haircut. On him was a rather ordinary suit, and in his right hand he held a clipboard that could alter the destiny of the planet and all who walked upon it. “You may know me as Memobringer the terrible, the Final Inspector, the Unjust Policy, and the Greatest of Firings. Upon my shoulders rests a weight greater than even Atlas’, that of managing the paperwork of the most dangerous guild in the universe. My name is Cam, and someone has committed a safety infraction.”

As the woman awkwardly fumbled the cups, Grey sighed. The service economy just wasn’t what it used to be. Grey grabbed the 3 cups, holding 2 in one hand. “Thanks” he said as he walked out. Well that went rather terribly. But he had gotten his coffee. And that was all that mattered. He popped the lid off of one of the cups, slurped it up, and went in search of a coffee crazy creature.

“Nope, and the quicker you give me that coffee, the less awkward this situation will be for both of us. I know I’m probably making you uncomfortable, the hat I’m wearing is at least triple your age, so it probably looks a bit ratty. It might have a few holes, but it gets the job done. Now, my coffee?”

"Wonderful, I'll take 3 more." He grabbed the cup, and popped the lid off, dipping his tentacles inside. Despite there being no actual openings in said tentacles, the liquid still drained from the cup. That was much, much better. The world became crisp as the caffeine flowed through his vain. He shook his head, feeling his tentacles writhe more energetically. He grabbed something like 100 chrysts from his pocket and dropped them onto the bar. “Assuming you guys aren’t like the rest of the coffee places I go to, that should cover the cups.”

Grey looked at the women, and simply responded, "Black, Grey." With that kind of dress it would be best to leave it to as short a response as possible.

Grey walked in, a rather tired look on his tentacled face. He had been running experiments practically straight since the smurf had been beaten down. Today had been a particularly bad day. Not because of the testing he was doing. It was a perfectly ordinary baseline, prep for later procedures. No, someone had broken the coffee machine. Ordinarily, a broken coffee machine was not enough to get Grey to leave the Alleys. But this one, had been special. Someone had been doing dimensionally linking, and via a misfire, linked the machine in Alley 687 to the best coffee dimension ever. It had been great. Grey hadn't even had to go that far to get it. He swore by that coffee, literally at times. Then, today, the storming new intern Jerry had decided that it needed a nice clean and dropped it into a black hole. To top it off, apparently one of the many monsters that was running around the city still was anti-coffee. All the usual joints Grey visited had either been closed or a burned out hulk. Once he got his 4 cups, that would be the next thing on his to do list. He turned toward the apparent manager of the establishment. "Please tell me you guys have coffee? The literal best machine broke, and I would kill for a cup. And yes, if it gets me a cup faster, you can take that literally. No need for haggling. Look at me, I can pay."

Hey Mods! Not a priority, but can I get Grey approved for next Era? Normal Denizen restrictions apply outside of the Dark Alley. (link to original character bio)

They would not. In the books Parshendi do not gain an inherent skill when they change form. Switching forms makes it easier to do the task by enhancing your physical and mental capacity, but it does not give them the skills to be proficient, which is where the point boost comes from. It’s like if a volleyball player played football (soccer) for the first time. They may have more physical prowess then the average person, but someone who has practiced will likely be better than them.

Sorry, for the delay, I kept get sidetracked in the middle of writing this post. I think the main thing is that we need to capitalize as much as possible on analysis the first day and night, because if we can nail the inquisitor down then, it obviously simplifies things. I would assume as well, that the conversion will happen D2 (Assuming a misting is hit tonight). A one person elim team is, while convenient for staying under the radar, better the bigger the game, (bigger the game=more targets for scans and analysis) and because we have relatively few players, it’s more likely they could influence the lynch.

I’m really sorry guys. I’ve been trying to write a post over the past week or so, but I’ve just been way too busy to be able to commit enough time to this, especially in a way that Itiah.’s amazing roast deserves. I really wish that I could have, but unfortunately real life has to take precedence. So I’m going to go ahead and post the 5 stanzas I have, but please consider this a forfeit.

@RayOfSunshine

I think I can do this. I’ll sign up.

Grey shook his head as the smurf mimicked a toddler throwing a tantrum, and smashed the ground, sending a bit of fire his direction. He stepped to the side, enjoying the breeze the flame generated at flew past him. It was such a rookie move. Villains needed to learn that raw power wasn’t worth much when you didn’t have any skill. “Well that wasn’t very effective. You just leveled a building, but didn’t give me a scratch. Now, when you fail, not only will you have beaten to a pulp, but you’ll also have to deal with the reams of insurance paperwork that little stunt caused. Not too mention the boom you’ve just given the construction industry. Be careful that you don’t have any investments in that area, or you could be arrested for investment fraud. Fraud, that’s how they always get you. This is of course assuming that you’re alive by the end of all this.” He told the smurf as the Stranger snapped the lad’s neck. He watched as several asteroids appeared, and then promptly vanished, likely taken care by the other Denizens. He couldn’t help but snicker as the smurf’s arms were ripped off. “Now that’s style. Watch carefully. I bet he’ll slap you in that face with them, and then make some quippy line.” The Stranger did just that. “See what I mean? So much more effective. It’s terribly violent, sure, but you also can’t help but feel it’s a little bit funny. It builds rapport with the common man, giving you support for your future empire, while also just being both humiliating and brutal. Plus, it just looks awesome on instant replay. It’s a near perfect execution of a textbook method of attack.” The textbook that he was referring to was the “Villainry: Principles, Theories, and Execution, Advanced Edition”, required reading for denizens. “Calling it now, I bet you’re considering with responding with another blunt force attack. Instead, try something a little more precise. Maybe a dozen Aluminum shards from all directions, or Soulcasting fleshy appendages on his face. The latter is a personal favorite of mine. Nothing like looking in a mirror. Now, let’s see what your smurf brain can come up with.”

Oh no, I didn’t take any offense. I just believe that main plots are a good thing that help to provide cohesiveness. I understand that I’m not exactly in the majority, but I still like taking advantage of democracy.

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Here’s my best guess (With basically no pre-knowledge besides gameplay) Metaknight (Brawl) Greninja (Brawl Wii U-Pre Nerf) Pichu (Ultimate) The above I’m relatively confident on, but the following is based on complete guesses: Fox (Melee) Link (og) Name one character who dies from 7 Brandon Sanderson Series.

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I believe eye color is hereditary, (on Roshar that is) so you could base it on their parents eyes.

Grey wandered through the streets of Alleycity, enjoying his Cornetto. Despite his lack of a mouth, he still enjoyed the variety of flavors it provided. He was listening to more strains of Grieg, when a chuckle echoed through the street in front of him. It reverberated, drowning out even the music inside of his skull. Grey started. That was, that was terrible! No finesse, no style, nothing. Just a bland laugh for ambience. He’d never truly gotten into the evil laughs. Not having a mouth kind of cut off the opportunity, but even before then he had never been much of a laugher. It had never appealed to him. It seemed like a waste of breath. Why laugh when you can instead spend your words attacking your opponents belief system, or destroying their worldview. All this wasn’t to say that he wasn’t aware of the finer points of a good laugh. They had had seminars at the DA. PR had required it. You couldn’t have your reputation destroyed by a laugh like the one he had just heard. If a denizen was going to do an evil laugh, they were going to do the evilest of laughs. Grey made a snap decision and turned toward the direction of the chuckle, breaking into a jog as he did so. It didn’t take him long to find the source. If the vaporized block hadn’t been evidence enough, the props from a 1950’s kaiju movie confirmed it. Obviously they weren’t the source of the sound. There several of them, and a villain with that kind of laugh wasn’t going to to hide among their henchman. That only left the blue makeup demo. He really needed a new wardrobe decorator. Someone with blue skin shouldn’t wear a robe. It made you look less like an intimidating villain out to take over your [insert various countries, towns, planets, galaxies, and cul-de-sacs here], and more like a smurf in his dad’s pajamas. The blue skin was honestly probably a mistake, another reason to fire the wardrobe director. And the stars. Well they were different. It was nice to see something different, stars were rather uncommon among the DA, seeing as they were associated more with the ceiling of a child’s bedroom then your average mad scientist. But it worked on the smurf. Maybe that was because the glowing stars contrasted nicely with black Shardblades and mouth. Overall though, the smurf was a run of the mill villain. Rather basic. Grey watched as he rushed someone in armor, tugged on his hat string, then paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Hi,” He said into the smurf’s mind, “What’s up! I honestly don’t care. Anyway, can I ask, why do you have to chuckle so loud? Look, I get it, evil laughs are lovely and all. Not exactly my style, but when done right, it can really add to the mood, and I mean, while it is cliche, judging by the fire and such, laughing on an entrance is rather classy. But again, I have to say. Why so loud? A truly good evil chuckle, it doesn’t start loud. It starts quiet, almost a giggle. Let a few out, and then be silent for a few seconds, build up tension. Then when its nearly become awkward, start laughing, but at the volume you use when gossiping about someone and you want them to hear. Then crescendo. Build up the chuckles, adding layers, adding depth. Let it grow, but as it grows in volume, it will grow in size as well. Then before it gets bloated, cut it off. Leave it with an edge. You’ve gone from a whisper to a raised voice. That’s all you need. Now, if you need some examples of how to properly do it, there’s a few I can recommend. The Stranger for example, has got a wonderful laugh. He’s had centuries to practice, and trust me, they’ve payed off. If it gives you any idea, he’s the guy they use as an example in the powerpoint. Voidus, I think could work too, though as more of an example of understatement. You getting all this? I really think you ought to be taking notes. Let me know if you have any questions.”

Crap, I spaced this. I'll try to have it up soon

I think @AonEne / @Blessing of Potency wanted to make a plot submission as well?

We’ve officially decided that the length will be between 2-6 months, sorry.

I selected other, as I wasn’t sure where eldritch stuff went on the spectrum of custom Alleyverse magic versus Other, so I selected it as well. So my vote for other is for Lovecraftian/eldritch elements to remain in the Alleyverse.