Mailliw73

Max woke up in the Reckoners' bunker, startled for a second until he remembered where he was. He got up quickly,telling Dr. Pace, the only other one awake, that he was going to meet with some of his contacts on the street. Leaving quickly, he went to walk the streets, only his pistol tucked in his pants and an extra clip in his pocket. He needed to appear inconspicuous. Reaching the downtown area, Max met with Nic, one of his contacts who still had access to a printer and had printed lots of small flyers with images of a black fist and spread them everywhere two nights before, when Max had first started this. Once Nic had shut the door, he turned to Max excitedly. "Max! You're just in time! We're ready! Everyone's meeting in ten minutes on the corner down the road." "What? What did you do?" Max began to worry. "There's an Epic on her way down here and we're going to take her down! We're starting it! We've started a rebellion!" Nic was almost shining with joy, but Max felt only dread. It had only been two days. The citizens of Portland had always been strange, but they didn't make up their minds this quickly. They'd be slaughtered. They needed to plan, not rush into this. That was why Max had gone to meet the Reckoners; they had experience with this. Nic pulled him out the door and onto the street. They reached the gathering on the corner. Max was impressed by the amount of people who had shown up, but it was still too small. Max slipped away from Nic and began to try whispering to the people, trying to get them to leave. People just shut him up and a couple slapped him, rebuking him for being weak. Max headed down a side road to watch. If this was his rebellion, he was responsible. But the fools wouldn't listen to him. Even if there were fifty of them, they couldn't take down any Epic of real power. The crowd hushed and Max watched as an Epic in a light blue dress rounded the corner. Freeze. The Epic he had seen Electro take the day before. She assumed her namesake and froze as she saw the gathering on the corner. "Down with Epics!" A voice shouted from the midst of the crowd. Others took up the chant, all of them pulling on black gloves and raising their fists above their heads. No, no, no. Max thought. This was bad, but all he had was his pistol, nothing of substance. Freeze laughed and shot the man who had first yelled with an icicle, dropping him immediately. The crowd roared in anger and swarmed for her, trampling fallen members under their feet. Freeze shot her ice as fast as she could, taking a few lives, but in the end, she couldn't keep up with the mass. The black-fisted crowd blocked Freeze from Max's view, but as they parted, shouting in triumph, Max felt conflicting feelings of dread and glory. He had done this. He had started a movement. They had taken down an Epic. Then he saw the body. Freeze's dress was torn and tattered, blood matting her blond hair to her skin. Her face was hardly recognizable. Two members of this Black Fist lifted her body up and the crowd began chanting, "Black Fist! Black Fist! Black Fist!" Max felt sick. This was a mob, not a rebellion. He had done this. He had started a gang. Electro followed as Timeport led him to Neverthere's house. When the dog-like demons showed up, Electro fired upon a group quickly with Starscream's small missiles. He killed half of them before he heard a disturbance a couple streets over. Seeing that Timeport had the last houndmen taken care of, he stomped over to the yelling he heard. He arrived as a small group of people lifted a body above them. As he looked closer, he barely recognized it as Freeze, the Epic he had recruited for Corpsemaker. Once the crowd saw him in his mech, they went silent. Then, almost as one, they raised their fists, all of them clad in black gloves. "Demon! Epic! Listen to us! We are the Black Fist and we will crush you!" One yelled. Electro stepped out of his mech, laughing, as the others took up a chant again. These idiotic people reminded him of the gang that had killed his parents, only with less organization. The bloodlust was the same. Seeing Freeze's body from his new vantage point on the ground, he was furious. That was what had happened to his mother. Now these morons thought they could kill Epics? He'd show them what an Epic could do. Electro stood a few yards back from the crowd, Starscream looming behind him. He stood in silence, flaring his magnetic field to repulse any bullets that would come near him. "Crush me?" he said. "No." With that, Electro Scrambled all of them, his power in top form, pulsing along with his rage. They all looked confused for a second. Then they began to die. He began to blast electricity from his hands, stronger and larger than usual. Electro began to laugh as the "gang" tried to surge forward and attack him. "Idiots!" he yelled, killing the front line of men with one straight blast. "You can't kill us!" The next row fell. Electro slowly spun, decapitating the mob as they ran for him. Slowly, they began to run the other way. "No. You don't get to leave now!" Electro yelled. Electro shot down each person before they made it around the corner. He killed all of them except the last handful. Those he trapped against a wall, two jets of electricity making a V around them. "Now, you'll tell me what you've been doing." The scared, yet defiant rebels chanted one last time. Then they fell, electricity cauterizing their neck stumps. Electro yelled one last time, a scream of pure rage as he blasted all the buildings on the corner. He shattered the windows, leaving ashy marks on each building fro the jets of power he shot. Electro took a couple minutes to pick up each black glove the gang had been wearing and laid them out in a line down the road, a symbol reminiscent of the heads on a pike they did in medieval days. Rage satisfied, Electro walked back to his mech, chest heaving, and went back to meet Timeport. Max had been about to confront Nic about his mob when a mechanized robot rounded the corner. Max recognized it from the Transformers movies and knew that this could only be an Epic. One with enough connections to traverse town in a robot. They probably worked for either Altermind or Corpsemaker. Neither was good. Nic and his crowd noticed the robot too late. A familiar figure stepped out. Blond spiky hair. Punk rock clothes. Electro. Max felt his hatred rising above his dread. This was Mel's killer. This was the man who had set him on this path to start the Black Fist. Max almost stepped out of the shadows to join Nic and take his best shot at the Epic. Fists clenched at his side, he barely managed to keep himself back. Electro was strong enough to kill these men. This mob, this gang of bloodthirsty monsters that Max had created. When Electro began killing them with ease, Max felt his eyes water. Nic was among the first to go. These were the few who had been brave enough to stand up. Though misguided and angry, they felt the same disgust at Epics that Max did. These were his brothers and sisters. Some had families. Some had elderly parents to take care of. All had those who loved them. Max felt their pain as Electro cut them down as cattle going to the slaughter. Max hid on the other side of the building, cutting off his view of the corner, as Electro began killing the escapees. When one head rolled around the corner, Max almost gagged at the sight. Cleanly cut off, there lay the face of someone's love. He had done this. He had given these people hope and now they paid in blood. Max ran down the road, away from the corner, only making a block before he had to kneel and retch. Sick at the sights, but more so with guilt, he wasn't able to keep the bile down. For minutes, Max stayed on the ground, weeping and retching, not able to control himself. When he began to regain control over his body, he sat, numb. A half hour after he had witnessed the massacre, Max began to walk back to the street corner, hoping unconvincingly for survivors. He was empty. His rage had abated in the face of so much death. It slowly ebbed back into his heart as he approached the corner, bodies littering the street. Scorch marks lined every building on the corner, glass riddling the ground. Now empty, the only movement was a line of black gloves fluttering in the breeze. Max picked them up, one by one, and began to walk back to the Reckoners. Electro would pay. Max knew he couldn't save the city from every Epic, but he would save it from one.

I've had two migraines before, both in high school. They tend to start with a small sunspot like you guys said, then I get nausea and, both times end up just taking a 6 hour nap and then being fine. If I don't take a nap, the nausea gets to the point where I'm in the bathroom for quite a while...

Thanks Joe! As always, I had a blast! Apologies to Deathclutch and Elbereth for your lynches. On the day we lynched El, I had been debating between her and Lopen. In the end, I decided to stab Lopen and arrest El. That was the wrong choice. Now I know that my aggressive plays aren't all that accurate. Always. I got up to 4 bags and then realized it'd take too long, so I just went full vigilante at that point.

How did we decide that one control was more direct than others? How did you do this? That's exactly what Chi looks like.

Deathclutch has confirmed that bids were valid until 8:00:59 at which point, the auction ended.

Time's already passed. Either at 8:00 or 8:01. But just in case, ​40.

38. Edit: I'm not sure if GMs are stopping this at 8 exactly or 8:01.

36 wealth.

Didn't we decide once upon a time how Chi, Nighthound, and Lightwards would all work in regards to mind control?

Highest Bid: Orlok, 35 Wealth.

Wow, guys! Thanks so much for nominating and voting for me; I feel quite honored that you all think so highly of me. I thought I might be able to do this, but I just realized the dates are likely to be such that I can't participate. As a lot of you know, I'll be leaving during the summer to serve a mission for the LDS church for two years. I could be leaving sometime in July, but it's not certain yet and won't be until a week after this championship starts. So, I must regretfully drop out and wish the best of luck to whomever is chosen!

2 wealth. 34 Wealth.

?? Are you no longer bidding?

All true.

So the current bid is Hellscythe's for 10 Wealth.

Can you black that one out too then? I'll retract my bid of 50 and we can take it back to 20, which is Mark's current bid. So, Current Bid: 20 Wealth, Mark IV

Are you still bidding 45?

You can bid more than you have, it just won't count. But you have to at least have it make sense.I propose we change all our bids after Hellscythe's of 10 to black and restart the bidding there.

Can I ask why you haven't played any SE? Is it time constraints?

I think that's invalid. You can't just bid up and down. It's a public bid, so you have to at least keep them in order.

Uh what are you bidding?

50.

Uh, you really want that army?

@GMs, is it allowed for players to make bets they can't keep?