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[Shift Key was The Muscle of the mafia. He was killed by other rogues.]

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NWR Forums Discord / Rogue Mafia: Day 4. The Old Abandoned Castle.

« on: April 11, 2007, 07:52:28 PM »

Ehhhh. Waluigi once again. Continuing a fascinatingly boring story of thievery.

My informant had gotten the last of my golf clubs removed from him yesterday and had left the hospital in the evening. Due to his condition, he decided to avoid strenous excercise and went to the racetrack instead. A go-kart racetrack that he owned. I met up with him there. We made a wager again but on my terms. If I win, he has got to tell me all that he knows. But if he wins, he gets all the information I have. He accepted and fell into my trap. I'm a very good racer, you know. In the Mario tour circuits, I've won gold in the Mushroom cup in the 50cc at least twice. Ha ha ha. Very impressive I know.

So, we raced around the looping track. It was just a figure eight. After the first two laps, I had finally figured out where the corners were. Of course, my constant driving in the grass strategy was not paying off as my informant was somehow in the lead. Time for my secret weapon. I pulled out a bob-omb and launched it ahead of him. It blew up knocking him high into the air. However, he got himself together and continued on still in the lead. Puzzled that he was still ahead of me, I drove off the grass and back on to the highway. I also had a green shell with me and carefully started to aim. But then I thought, heck with this, and just a luanched a blue shell. While he was still in the air, I passed him and crossed the finish line.

"Waluigi's number one," I cried. The stoolie just grumbled something. "Time to pay up. What do you have to tell me?", I asked.

"Ah, hello old friend. So I hear we're finally getting some information today, that's a refreshing change of pace. Refreshing like delicious Coca-Cola." he said. He then added, "If you could show me that information, I'll tell you all that has happened."

"Fair enough," I replied. I then passed along the papers I had collected on the various murder victims.

After studying them, he said to me, "Shift Key was The Muscle of the mafia. He was killed by other rogues."

"The muscle? That makes sense. They'd obviously use the metroid on someone to drain their power and keep them from acting against the mafia. What else?"

"The fact that Sir_Stabbalot had all all his information stolen tells me that he was the victim of an identity theft. This identity theft means I can not know what role he used to be."

"I should of realized that the first day. What else?"

"Stevey was just a rogue who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I guess he was suspicious enough to other people to cause them to gang up on him. Tom Nook however, is a different story completely. He was renting a warehouse to the the mafia and was killed by them because of a rent disagreement. It's a shame to because Tom Nook was a chivalrous villain and was just keeping the mafia close until he could finish them off himself."

"Incredible. But what about MaryJane?"

"Ah. Now this is an interesting entanglement. MaryJane was The Slasher that has been terrorizing this town for years. Appearently, he was trying to kill the shadowy figure you saw running away. However, he was stabbed in the back by some guy trying to act tough."

"A tough guy, eh? Well, this has been very enlightening. Not bad..... for you."

"I suppose you are going to go to the undersea lab now?"

"How did you know about that?"

"It's all over the news. The undersea lab surfaced to the top of the water. A group of people banded together, found it, broke in and started destroying it."

With that, I was gone. I drove to the docks and stole a boat. Sure enough, floating on the water was a giant bubble like lab. Climbing through a hole blasted in a side of the base, I hurried down some corridors. Finding a map, I studied and figured out where the Main Computer was. I raced towards. When I got there I found two people, one dead and the other crying over him. The dead man was a ShyGuy named Shyguy. His friend spoke up.

"We were caught in a firefight man. The gang clearly didn't expect us to get to this room. We were at a standstill so I called for Back-up which was the ShyGuy . We were able to turn the tide and bust in here but by that time, they had made a hole in the floor and were escaping through it. The shyguy, he got caught in the middle of the fight and was taken down. It was an accident. We didn't mean it. He just... he just someone wound up in harm's way," the villain tearfully explained. Then he broke down sobbing.

I left him and went to the computer. In the haste to escape, the gang forgot to delete a sent e-mail. It seems they were going to hide out at an old abandoned castle they had and meet up with a new recruit. I was turning to go when another e-mail arrived. It was from someone claiming their experiment had a breakthrough development. The experiment was being conducted here in this lab. I consulted a map and hurried towards. I found the room and entered.

"Who are you?" demanded the angry doctor as I entered.

"Waluigi. The one and only," I answered, "What is this experiment you have?"

"How do you know about this? Did my wife tell you? Were you sleeping with her to pump her for information on my experiments?"

"Whaaat? No! I got your e-mail. Now what is it?" I answered. This was one mad scientist.

"I see. I was expecting someone else. Now witness the power of science and magic!" he cried and hit a button.

Suddenly, a portal opened up in the room and from it came some dark matter. I watched as it moved along the room towards a table. And there lying on the table was........... Sir_Stabbalot. The Mad Scientist was experimenting on him! The dark matter took over the space commando and suddenly, he sprang to life!

"Brillaint!" yelled the scientist, "I call it the Ing. They have infused this pirate with new life and purpose. How do you feel?"

The space pirate answered:



"And I know just how you can get it," I cried. "Follow me. We're going to invade a castle."

It turns out, I wasn't the only one who learned about the castle hidout. When we got there the next day, a bunch of other people were already there. The 4th day went something like this:

[Stevey]

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NWR Forums Discord / Rogue Mafia: Day 3. The Undersea Hideout.

« on: April 10, 2007, 06:20:12 PM »

Waaah! Waluigi here, continuing my story of villainous ne'er do-welling.

At 8:00 AM, I got up and hurried to the golf course. I had a tee time with my man on the street and on Tuesday's he golfed instead of playing tennis. The course was lovely by the sea. I enjoyed the par 3 with the Koopa Troopa hill. Of course, I made a wager with my secret informant. If I won, he'd tell me what he had learned since tomorrow. If he won, I'd have to dress like Princess Wadaisy and work at his nightclub. I don't think he's all there.

Not that I was worried. I know that there was no one who could surpass my skill at the game of golf. I hit powershot after powershot. Unfortunately, they kept going in the water. Because I was trying to keep the game close. Yeah. That's it. Fortunately, I am also skilled in the art of smack talk. My constant cries of "Today!" seemed to shake him up enough and I beat him with a 15 over par. With my victory secure, he was forced to uphold his part of the bargin.

"Alright," he said, "Listen up. I have about as many valuable pieces of information as Diet Coke has calories. Which is to say, I don't have any information."

"What?" I cried, "That's it. That's all you have to offer me?"

"Yep," he replied. "You..you lousy...I had to bet to work in your nightclub....as a princess! All you had to offer was this? What kind of trade-off is this?" I demanded.

"Not my fault I'm better at making deals than you are. It was a smart business decision on my part," he replied.

"You're cheating," I said and slowly walked towards.

"What...what are you doing?" he cried.

"Are you sweating?" I taunted.

As the paramedics carted his body away, I drove back into the city to see if I could find some more info on my own. I decided to look into this rumor about the abondoned warehouse district. As it happened, I arrived just after another murder had been commited.

Appearently a villain called Ganondorf, who was using the alias Stevey, had attracted a lot of attention to himself. People didn't like the way he kept insulting the gods and desiring the wind. The fact that he had a piece of some golden triforce caused a lot of people to think that he had a part of the treasure. So, they confronted him. And there was a massive swordfight. Ganondorf was able to hold them off for quite a while. But then, someone hit a crane which caused a bunch of crates that it was holding up to come crashing down on Ganondorf. Even in this beat-up condition, he was not yet defeated and cast some black magic towards his attackers. Unfortunately, the crates contained butterfly nets. The attackers were able to repel the black magic towards Ganondorf. With him stunned by his own black magic, someone finally found a sword and put it in his head. Hearing the wail of the siren, they fled the scene. Seeing these attackers run by me, I ran towards where they came from and searched the scene as fast I could for clues. I wasn't able to do as thorough a search as I would have like but I found enough information.

I wondered what I should do next. Who would be targetted now? I found out in a flash. The sirens were not coming becuase of Ganondorf's murder. They were coming because the owner of the warehouse district, Tom Nook, also known as Garnee in some circles, had been killed. Apparently, there had been a scuffle between Tom and some people he was renting too. They had a disagreement about money owed. Tom Nook took a whack at one of the people's legs and the others just pulled out some pistols and filled him with lead and then took off. Although, since Tom Nook was dead, they decided to help themselves to the post office collection he had. With the police swarming the warehouses, I decided to look up Tom Nook's residence and search his house.

He lived in an apartment downtown. Going into a back alley, I climbed the fire escape up to Nook's apartment. Looking at my reflection in the glass shattered it and allowed me to enter. I searched his apartment for clues and came upon some interesting tidbits. Well, going through a book of loans and debts he had, I heard sirens from the police arriving at the apartment. I quickly hightailed it to the window in time to see another figure racing down the fire escape. Someone was trying to get information also. I hurried after and gave chase. We ran through back alley after back alley. Somehow, he managed to give me the slip.

As I stood around trying to figure out where I had lost him, I heard some shouting and ran in that direction. I found Bowser Jr. or as he is referred to on the street, MaryJane, lying dead on the ground in a dark alley. I looked around the alley for who might have done it but saw no one. Lying beside Bowser Jr. was some spiked koopa shells. His back shell had been blasted open and he had been stabbed by a magic paintbrush, impaling him to the ground. Some tires screeched in the distance and I saw the figure of the person I had been chasing earlier running down the road. Was he connected with this. My mind raced with possibilities as I tried to piece together what has been happening these past two days.

I decided I'd better see my informant one more time. Even if he has no information, maybe he could help me piece together what had been happening. The new rumour was that the gang of thieves had an underwater base that they had fled to. I decided I'd check for myself tomorrow after I was finished talking with my "friend".

And so the next day, things went something like this:

[Shift Key]

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NWR Forums Discord / Rogue Mafia: Day 2.

« on: April 09, 2007, 06:51:31 PM »

Waaaaah! Waluigi here. Continuing my stoooory. Since most everyone had gone into the sewers to hunt for the heist thieves, I thought I'd go and play a round of tennis while I planned my next move. Actually, my tennis had a point. I had heard that there was a informant who played there. Someone who could provide me some information on what was going on see. A sort of stool pigeon if you will. The only catch was that you had to beat him at his game. A couple of power shots later and once again, Waluigi stood victorious. So, I asked my informant just what the word is on the streets.

He said word had reached him that, if you put the lime in the Coke you nut, and drink them both together, it will make you feel good.

As I pondered this cryptic message, police cars raced by. Asking some bystanders what had happened, I learned that there had been a death. I hurried to the scene. Turns out, it was a sewer. Coppers were going down to find a body that had been reported to them. Well, thanks to my slim physique, I just casually walked over to a sewer drain and slipped my self in. I rushed through the sewers in the hopes of beating the cops to the victim. As I turned into another pipe, I tripped and fell face first into the sewage. Ohhh, it was lousy. Getting up, I turned to see what I tripped over.

Turns out, it was the victim, a metroid named Shift Key. I remember seeing it briefly when I had arrived in town. Examing the body, I saw the metroid had been forced fed great quantities of booze. In its weakened state, unable to think clearly, it then latched onto a block of ice. While it was frozen to this block of ice, a group of thugs bashed its brains in with some lead pipes. By the way, if you ever get a chance to examine a dead metroid, I highly recommend it. They have a really neat squishy head, almost like Jello. And when you pat the squishy head, it makes a funny little boinging sound. Anyways, after I finished playing the Super Mario Bros. theme on it's head and collected all the information I could from the scene, I hightailed it out of there. Frankly, there's only so much poo gas a person can take.

Emerging into the bright daylight sun again, I pondered my next move. Who would be affected by this metroid's death? Then it came to me in a blinding flash of pain as I hit the pavement. Never stand in the middle of a road after emerging from a sewer. Vehicles don't expect it. Since I wasn't sure how much time I had to get to my suspect, I only let the doctor at the hospital bandage my head instead of putting it into a cast. Stopping only to get some Jello at the Hospital cafeteria, (the metroid really got me craving some) I hurried to the one person who might have a connection with the metroid, the dark space pirate commando. I had also seen him at the docks and the information I gathered from the metroid seemed to indicate that at one time, it was the pet of this pirate commando.

I tracked him down to a seedy hotel called Aether Prime. The hotel clerk gave me his room and name, Sir_Stabbalot. I hurried up to his room only to find the door ajar. Entering the room, I saw that the commando had died. It had overdosed on phazon. Someone else had already been through his room though. It had been ransacked something fierce. I did my own my examination but could find nothing. Who ever had been there before had taken all information on this pirate commando. The only thing I knew about him was his name.

I decided to stop at a local pub to gathered my thoughts of what had happened and see if I could make sense of the clues that had been provided. As I nursed my drink, I kept my ears open and listened to the conversations around me. The big rumo going around was that the hiest gang had fled to the abandoned warehouse district and was hiding out there now. It seems a group of people were going to get together and conduct a search party of their own. I decided I would check back with my informant to see what he had to say on the day's events. So, I hit the hay and got up the next morning.

The second day went something like this:


   

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NWR Forums Discord / Rogue Mafia: Day 1.

« on: April 08, 2007, 09:13:51 PM »

Let's get this game going already!

Wahhhhhhh! Waluigi here. Here to tell you about one of the most interesting capers in history.

It all started one day when I was walking down the street. I had just been kicked out of the dance hall for gesturing towards my crotch one too many times and had no where to go. As I walked along the street, I came upon the local motion picture hall and decided to go in and see one of those talkies Hollywood has been making. After I swiped some popcorn from a sleeping old man, I settled into my seat and got caught up on news around the world. I enjoyed catching up on what others in the business were doing. Al Capone, Bonnie & Clyde and John Dillinger. All of 'em living it up and putting the slip to the coppers.

It got me thinking. I've been resting on my laurels. Sure. Everyone knows there is no greater villain than Waluigi. Nothing can top the time I stole the Mushroom Kingdom's music keys or when I used a Chain Chomp orb and stole a star from Boo on the last turn which robbed him of victory and made me the superstar. Nothing can top that. Well, except for maybe this. Besides here about other gangster's deeds, the newsreel also had a story about a seaside town named Rogueport and a treasure that was rumored to be buried there from long ago.

Cop 1: Wait a minute. That's your story?! You're going to rip off Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door?

Waluigi: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about a thousand year door? I didn't.

Cop 2: Surely you don't think we'd believe a story like this.

Waluigi: What would you believe? A star rod?

Cop 1: Nope.

Waluigi: A bio-form mutagen called Phazon?

Cop 2: No.

Waluigi: A crime syndicate involved in the selling of stolen pocket monsters?

Cop 1: We're not idiots.

Waluigi: Sacred Treasures stolen by the goddess of darkness? A princess kidnapped by a great evil? A triforce? A star road? A racing belt that combines the two great forces of the universe, light and dark?

Cop 2: Each of these is more unbelievable than the last.

Waluigi: What about a treasure buried under a seaside town the whereabouts of which have long been forgotten?

(Cops look at each other)

Waluigi: This story is different I swear.

Cop 1: All right. Proceed.

So, the newsreel says that this long forgotten treasure has just been found. And I begin thinking to myself about how this would be the perfect little caper for me to pull. The theft a thousand year... I mean, long ago ancient treasure. So, after making some money by selling an extra go-kart I had, I sailed to Rogueport. But when I got there, I learned the terrible truth. The treasure had just been stolen. Appearently, it was taken by a group of 5 thieves. Well, I was upset. How dare someone steal from me first.

It turns out, I wasn't the only one upset. Many other villains from the underword had gathered at this spot in the hopes of taking the treasure for themselves. And they were just as mad to learn someone had beaten them to it. I wondered what I should do next when I remembered my mantra: "Only cheaters mess up." And since this band of thieves had cheated me of this treasure, I knew it would only be a matter of time before they messed up. And I would soon be proven right.

Because the theft had just happened, Rogueport authorities shut down all shipping lanes. That meant the thieves would still be stuck in Rogueport. Reports soon went out that the thieves had gone into hiding in the sewers. Other thieves meanwhile had got it into their heads to track down this gang and steal the treasure from them. Even if that meant murder. Desperate to keep people from finding them out, the gang of thieves was just as ready to kill also. And so I embarked upon a strange journey of my own as I navigated the seedy underworld amidst the carnage that would soon unfold. You got that coppers?

Cop 1: We're getting it. Just continue with the testimony.

Well, it didn't take long for people to start accusing one another which set this whole powderkeg off. The first day went something like this:  

[Alive]

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NWR Forums Discord / Rogue Mafia: The list of players and roles.

« on: April 08, 2007, 09:09:41 PM »

This is a quick reference list for everyone to see who is alive and who is dead.

The Players

Alive

18 Days (Giovanni)
Athrun Zala (Master Hand)
Dasmos (Mario)
Pale (Vaati)
Spak-Spang (Iggy Koopa)

There are 5 players still alive.

Dead

Shift Key (Metroid)
Sir_Stabbalot (Dark Space Pirate Commando)
Stevey (Ganondorf)
Garnee (Tom Nook)
MaryJane (Bowser Jr.)
Shyguy (ShyGuy)
Mantidor (Majora's Mask)
Sessha (Belome)
Oohhboy (King Dedede)
Crimm (Wolf O'Donnell)
Thatguy (Croco)
Nuclearspeed (Kaiser Vlad)
S-U-P-E-R (Sturm)
TVMan (Starman Deluxe)
Wandering (Wario)
Vudu (Fawful)
Pittboi (Medusa)
Zach (Donkey Kong)
MysticGohan (Black Shadow)

There are 19 dead players.

The Roles

These are the roles still out there. For a detailed explanation of a role, check the sign-up thread.

Townie Roles

The Mad Scientist

The Tough Guy

Mafia Roles

The Charming Leader

The Brains (1 role acquired)

1 Recruit

and there are 2 townies still alive.                      

[What is the prize?]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafia 15 - Prize Mafia! Yes, Mafia has formed a partnership with NWR Trivia. Sign-up thread.

« on: March 30, 2007, 05:55:33 PM »

Well, it's been quite some time since we had a mafia game on this forum and I think it's really needed. I'm sensing a lot of pent-up rage among different posters and I think people are just waiting for a way to release their anger by killing those who have been bugging them. (Plus, I got tired of waiting for Shift Key) So, here it is. Mafia 15.

What is the prize?

And as stated, this will be a Prize Mafia game. What is the prize you may be wondering? Well, it's not something that can be measured monitarily but through sentimentality.

As stated, I have formed a partnership with NWR Trivia. The winner or winners of this mafia game will get to take part in creating a round of Podcast Trivia. You get to pick the songs. You get to pick the questions. You could even make a bit of a script talking about the games you chose. You get your name or forum name recognized as the person responsible for the round.

TYP and I look forward to seeing what the results of this will be. We both think it could be a very fun idea and we hope you agree.

Now, I should state that if you want to play the mafia game but don't want the prize, that's fine. If you are the winner or a winner, you can let me know then if you want to make a round of podcast trivia or not.

When is the mafia game?

So, for now, I am going to leave this thread open for sign-ups. Sign-ups will close Saturday April 7, 2007. I am shooting for April 9 as the starting day for the game.

Over the next couple days, I will let you know what the roles and rules are and what the theme would be. But for now, I just thought I would get the ball rolling for the next game since I know there are a few people who will sign-up right away before reading the rules.

Podcast Trivia Rules

Just in case you are wondering what the rules are for making a podcast trivia game, TYP has provided me with the following guidelines:

1) All games and songs must be found on a Nintendo platform. (Wii Virtual Console and Nintendo arcade games are valid choices.
2) All songs picked for a game must be found in the game as heard. No rearrangements, remixes, etc. (PSX rearrangements found in a SNES->PSX port are not valid. Remixes of songs in a series that are found in the Nintendo platform game are perfectly acceptable.)
3) Three songs per game.
4) No licensed music.
5) Unless agreed upon otherwise, an episode should be five games long.

I (TYP) offer to help find/pick songs for the winner's podcast, and help coordinate if there is collaboration among multiple winners. Potential winners should understand that we may not be able to find (a good enough version of) some songs and should be flexible. Of course, NWR has the final say on what can/cannot be used and may bend the guidelines above as it sees fit.


There you have it. This could turn out to be a more cutthroat game now that there is a prize available instead of just playing for personal honor.

As always, new people are welcome to join and I am happy to explain the rules to you.  

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Nintendo Gaming / Mario128 = Pikmin. Gamecube's biggest mystery solved.

« on: March 08, 2007, 07:14:41 AM »

So, in Miyamoto's keynote address, he says people always ask him about what happened to Mario 128? His answer is that most have played it.... in Pikmin!

Well, what do the Pikmin haters have to say now?

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NWR Forums Discord / REVIEWS: Svevan and the Secret Shame.

« on: March 06, 2007, 07:56:32 AM »

All right. It is just becoming more and more obvious each time Svevan posts something. He is a flamer trying to fracture these forums and get everyone fighting one another. And he's being completely obvious about it.

I'm going to post an "editorial" about Zelda. Knowing that will get people riled up, I will then quickly post a topic in the funhouse pretending like I'm innocent for the ensuing results. Repeat with the Sonic review. But the thing is, Svevan knew these things would cause a big commotion. That's why he quickly made a topic on it.

It's like Pittboi asking if Miyamoto is past his prime. The first thing he says is "before you get all upset", but later claims he had no idea the topic title would get people so upset. Svevan posts these things knowing he will upset people but then quickly makes a message saying he has no idea why people are upset.

Svevan even has the gall to show us how he riles people up. Low scores for this game, high scores for this game. He's making everyone on this board fight for his own perverse enjoyment.


EDIT: Actual Svevan review added. Written by Svevan. And edited by me.


Pros:

Great graphic avatar
Innovative ideas for getting people angry
Party hats are fun

Cons:

Criteria is uneven
Level design counteracts Svevan's lies
Frustrating difficulty due to design flaws since birth

Graphics: 9.0
The varied phrases are detailed and lush with wordy English effects. Graphically, Svevan is a huge success.

Sound: 6.5
There are catchy qoutes, as well as some horrid awful ones. The voice acting is terrible. Sound effects are convincing and comical.

Control: 5.0
Some great ideas are on display here with the flame bait used in unique ways. Unfortunately, logic is awkward, as is Svevan's primary attack on the game. When the game goes past an hour, Svevan just doesn't work as he should – sometimes reading the manual causes Svevan to make a guess about what the rest of the game is like and he's right, other times the same manual causes him to make an assumption that isn't right.

Gameplay: 3.5
It's too stop-and-go, thanks to the  design. Some paragraphs must be read over and over just to learn where all the criticisms are so you can get the point without dying. Other paragraphs have awkward sentence structure or require you to know a piece of obscure knowledge that you haven't learned yet or ever want to learn.


Lastability: 8.5
Every paragraph is jammed with secrets, and you are scored with laughs depending on how fast you complete them. Quotes are also unlocked, and there is a whole qoute/feedback party game mode to satisfy multiplayer cravings. This package is full; it's just too bad that the main review isn't satisfactory.


Final: 5.0
There's a lot to hate about this review, but with all the extras and the unique flaming scheme, some people may find it worthwhile. I don't recommend the review to anyone, though, and instead encourage a debate to the morbidly curious.





For shame, Svevan, for secret shame.    

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NWR Forums Discord / Throwing Svevan a bone.

« on: February 20, 2007, 08:55:52 AM »

Alright. So, Svevan wants some attention. He wants some way to prove himself better than Bloodworth. He can't ban people or seem to lock threads. (By the way, check out the Gamecube forum for Bloodworth's latest locked thread and instaban. Just awsome.) It seems there is only one way in which Svevan could hope to compete. Yes, I'm talking about a movie discussion. I know that even in this area, Bloodworth still has the advantage but at least Svevan can put up some sort of fight in this topic.

So, to begin with, did you see the movie Breach, Svevan? What did you think of it?

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NWR Forums Discord / Bloodworth: Great Mod or Greatest Mod?

« on: February 17, 2007, 07:36:53 AM »

Bloodworth is taking over. He's been locking threads, changed up the funhouse, ordered people to put party hats on their avatars and now wants everyone to start squealing to him on what they know about people. I, for one, stand by our new leader. Heckava job, Bloodie.

Yes, he is the greatest mod.

Just for the record, Jonnyboy also said Greatest mod.

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Nintendo Gaming / Godzilla: Destroy all monsters melee

« on: February 15, 2007, 07:29:35 AM »

So, with the announcement of Godzilla coming to the Wii, it's got me thinking about this old GameCube. I've actually been interested in purchasing it for awhile now. Most likely off Ebay. But, I've never played it myself. So, I was just wondering what the popular opinion of the game is. To me, it looks like it would offer some mindless fun for awhile with some friends but I just thought I'd check if that was actually the case.

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NWR Forums Discord / Meowfia Dead list: Eat it suckers!

« on: February 03, 2007, 11:24:27 AM »

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.


Let's have a round of applause for Khushrenada, the mafia killer. Yes, it means I'm always killed by day 3 at the latest but I still get my licks in. After the poor showing last game, I came back with a vengence. Taking down a mafia member on Day 1 with my first vote. Yahooooooooooo! I am the man! Boo yah.

And you know what the best part of it is. Thanks to getting killed early by mafia's all the time, I've come to expect an early death. So, to make sure my knowledge and suspicions don't go to waste, I gave a whole dossier or portfolio if you will on a bunch of players to a certain person I know is a townie beyond a doubt. I even let this person know the names of a few others I was convinced were townies also. Hopefully this person will take that information more seriously now and start a townie alliance.

You lose, mafia! I already got the townie alliance going. We can know start continueing more and picking off the people who aren't part of that alliance.

Oh sure, the mafia says. You just got lucky. Please. I have many tricks to figure out your identities. Not to mention, I let my special townie friend know the 6 others I believe to be mafia. Now obviously, a couple of those guesses are wrong but I am sure two if not three of them are spot on.


So, here's to you townies. A gift from your favorite player, the master of mafia. I did the damage I could in the short time I was given. It's funny actually. Since I know I'll be dead soon, I always make sure I act as fast as I can to do what I can in the game. It also occurs to me that my townie friend might actually know the identity of another townie. I just realized I gave him some evidence that, if thought about logically, should reveal that person to be a townie also. Hmm. This is going to be interesting. I can't wait to see how this unfolds.

So yes. As I was saying, I have done my part. Now it is up to my friendly townies to take all the wonderful gifts of knowledge left behind and bring home Khushrenada the win he started for you. Don't fail me. I'll be watching.


P.S. I thought I'd try and roleplay this game. It's a first for me. I hoped that if I kept it entertaining enough that maybe the mafia would delay in hitting me. It failed but I'm not surprised. Hopefully, it will give the townies more incentives to crush the mafia for killing Mr. Muffins, Ian Sane's cat.  

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NWR Forums Discord / Important lesson in self-defence brought to you by the Japanese.

« on: January 25, 2007, 02:45:58 PM »

Who's bright idea was this was? Right now, my only suspect is S-U-P-E-R.

How to defend yourself against english speaking attackers.

[Waluigi or TYP]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafia 12: Funhouse Mafia. Day 3. Nintendo of Japan.

« on: December 23, 2006, 05:57:01 PM »

Another problem people had with the story was the fact that it didn't get it's facts right. For instance, the days were jumbled up. It gave the story a confused air.

Iwata: Welcome. I understand you have had a difficult journey to come here. Indeed. I see that many of you who have started the trip have not been able to finish it. But for the few of you who are left, we have some final tests to perform. The victor of these tests will be our game mascot.

Waluigi: Wahh! I think I can end this whole party right now. The characters voted for me! They clearly want me to be the star of my own game.

Tingle: Ohm Pah Poom. That's not entirely true.

Waluigi: You lousy!

And with that, Tingle suddenly expired. Some say he was hit by a townie mafia. Waluigi was quick to claim that he was the cause of the death of Tingle.

Waluigi: Any other questions?

Error: Yes. I'll challenge you to a duel.

Waluigi: I don't think so, Ken!

And with that, Waluigi took of the mask and exposed Ken posing as Error.

Ken: Ah, heh heh. Seems I found some glitches in the character. I could do some Wavedashing and, had some great recoveries... Goodbye!

And off he ran. Some say Ken was exposed by the fairness cop but Waluigi took credit all the same.

The Moon: Well, I won't stand to be in a world where Waluigi lives as the star of his own game. Your 3 Days are up.

Waluigi: Hmm. There's only one solution for this problem. I must steal the dancing keys of the mushroom kingdom and make the moon boogie alnight long.

The Moon: Nooooo! Dancing my one weakness.

Little Johnny: How long does this story go on? This isn't what happened all at yesterday and it's not funny. Just get to the point.

Narrator: Yeah, sure. So, the Moon was defeated and after that, no one wanted to question Waluigi's claim as the winner. As you can see, Waluigi or TYP has some very good extortion tactics. Those tactics make him a very good politician.

And so with that, Waluigi became the star of Customer Service Boxing Day Extravaganza! You get to deal with a never ending hoard of angry customers. You can never make them happy. You just have to make sure you deal with them in a way that doesn't get them to blow a top. Congratulations Waluigi. How do you feel?

Waluigi: Wah. I hate this game.

Little Johnny: Don't worry I think everyone does. Worst MAFIA EVER!



The End

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafia Funhouse. Who's alive. Who's dead. The roles.

« on: December 22, 2006, 08:12:15 PM »

The players.

Those Alive:

Shift Key - Mr. Game and Watch
BlackNMild2k1 - Ness
Shyguy - Batman
Sir_Stabbalot - G. Haley
Pale - Alex Roivas
Zach - Olimar
TVMan - Stanley
Stevey - Link
Nuclearspeed - Pit
Mario - King Dedede
TYP - Waluigi
MysticGohan - Ichigo
Garnee - Steve
Unclebob - Duck Hunt Dog


And those dead:

18 Days - Ken whateverhislastnameis
Wandering - Townie
Spak-Spang - Townie



The roles:

Mafia Mafia: There are two mafia's in this game. This is the traditional mafia.

Townie Mafia: This is the other mafia it is less traditonal.




In the mafias, these are the roles:

Godfather: This is the godfather of the mafia mafia. He can make a hit each day at any time of the day. However, none of the other mafia mafia members knows who he is. Each mafia member only knows who they are and who the mafia consists of.

Mafia goon: Two other members of mafia mafia. They are just members and can only win with a mafia victory.

Usurper or Secret Godfather: This is the last member of mafia mafia. This person is also the godfather of the townie mafia and can make a hit each day at any time of the day. This person also has a choice. Win with the mafia mafia or win with the townie mafia. Only myself and the usurper know the answer. Whoever, the usurper chooses to win with, the other mafia must kill him to win.

Townie mafia goon: These are the three other members of the townie mafia. They do not know who the secret godfather is. They only know who their fellow members are. If the usurper chooses not to win with them, they must kill the usurper and can win with a townie victory. If they usurper chooses to win with them, they can only win by a townie victory. There is a caveat that if the godfather dies along the way, they can choose to stay a member of the townie mafia or become a regular townie again.

Note: Godfathers will show up as members of the mafia they belong to. Either as a mafia mafia member or a townie mafia member. They will not be revealed as a godfather though. If a godfather is killed, that mafia can not elect a new godfather or make hits, unless a special event/item comes along. Investigated townie mafia members will be revealed as townie mafia.


Townies:

Cop: The cop can investigate 3 people of his choice. He can investigate these 3 at any time of the game. The cop has one other function. The cop is the only one who can kill Ken whateverhislastnameis. However, if the cop chooses the wrong person, the cop will die.

Doctor: The doctor can not protect people. That would be a bodygaurd's role. However, the doctor can give some one enough life support or adrenaline to come back from the dead and cast a vote. Yes, one dead person of their choosing can a cast a vote. And it doesn't always have to be the same person. One person could vote one day, someone else the next. It's up to the doctor. I'll also let the doctor know if it can apply to a certain event/item.


Other Roles:

The Politician: Yes, this will be the shortest mafia. But it could be even shorter yet. The politician is looking to get your vote. For some reason, he thinks you want to get voted for. And if he does get the most votes, he wins the election and the game. This can be done by the day vote or from an event/item. However, not all events/items will apply. Such as the Secret Vote event. The only way the politican can be stopped is by being hit.


And of course there are 3 townies.  
 

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafia 12: Funhouse Mafia. Nintendo of Europe.

« on: December 22, 2006, 07:32:34 PM »

One reason no one ever talks about Mafia 12 is because of the story. The story seemed weak and ill-concieved. At times it seemed as though it was being made up on the spot and it never really seemed to connect with what was actually happening. But judge for yourself.

Nintendo of Europe

Jim: I've gathered all of you characters together today to let you know that Nintendo of Japan has come up with a new gimm!ck for a game... oh sorry, a new sparkling innovation for a game and, instead of slapping Mario on it or some other franchise character, has agreed to let one of you be the star and give you a chance to gain some fan support.

Stanley: That's great! But why is Link here? He doesn't need it.

Jim: I know it might seem that way but let's face it. Link has no other spinoffs. He just has his adventure game. Well, true he does appear in Smash Bros and was pretty popular in Soul Calibar 2, he could use a spinoff. A chance to widen out. Frankly, I think he could use it. The Zelda series is getting rather stale. I mean, Gamespot gave the latest game an 8.8. Clearly, it's getting old.

Link: I have an idea. Why don't we all appear in this title together?

Jim: No. Reggie vetoed that idea. Only the strongest among you should get the honor. I'm not sure how we'll choose this.

Narrator: Yeah, at this point, we all know the drill. The people get together. Let's do this fairly. We'll select one person each day who will be eliminated from the competition. Problem is, some other people get a better idea. Form a group and kill off everyone else so that they win. Then there are those with their own agenda.

Little Johnny: But if people can't appear in the game together, why would they work together in a group called a mafia?

Narrator: Santa Claus isn't real.

Little Johnny: Words can't express how much I hate you right now.

Waluigi: Who's little Johnny?

Jim: That isn't important right now. What is important is that I think you have a great idea there. Select those not worthy. Reggie will want to see you tomorrow to catch up on your progress. Also, some marketing people may wish to talk to you first before the day is done and throw a few "suggestions" your way.

Steve: Hey. Weren't you fired for always giving away information?

Jim: I wasn't fired. I quit.

Steve: Then how come you're working for Nintendo right now.

Jim: Because it's the past.

Steve: Then how did I know you had left?

Jim: Look. Just get out of my office. You are not going to win anyways.

Steve: Cold man. Just cold.

Little Johnny: Abd how can a group of townies win? Only one person gets to be in the game, not a group.

Narrator: I can see I'm going to need some more alcohol for this adventure.

Little Johnny: I hate it when he starts drinking.




Now get voting! The day closes at Midnight Central Time.  

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafia 12: Funhouse Mafia. It's crazy.

« on: December 20, 2006, 06:33:32 PM »

It seems lately that people have been itching for a new mafia game. Or just any forum game to play. Well, since it might be awhile yet until 18 Days posts her mafia and because she kept insisting on calling it Mafia 13, I thought that I would step up into the plate and deliver the long-lost mafia 12. The reason that most people do not discuss mafia 12 is because it is a little bit stupid. Hence the fact that it is funhouse mafia. Yes, mafia 12 is designed to be the shortest mafia game ever.

Now, obviously, it has some competition since the shortest mafia game was 11 and that lasted 5 Days. Fortunately, this game will be even shorter. Yes, it will only last three days automatically. It doesn't matter how many people sign up, there will be mass deaths in order to keep this rule in effect. Best of all, sign-up time is real short. You only get two days to sign-up. Sign-up ends Dec.22 at midnight. Then, the game is played in hectic fashion over the next three days. If you found yourself busy during the holidays already, mafia just came and flipped your world upside down. Yes, this just happened.

More stress? Sign me up! But wait. How do I play? Thanks for asking Billy. The rules are simple. Simply complex. Yes, although the basic will be in place, mafias, cop, doctor, bomber, townies, there will also be a bunch of crazy things given out that just pop into my head. For instance, in every mafia, there will be two godfathers. One is legitimate and makes hits for the mafia. The other is head of a townie base. Both seek the death of the other. However, if a godfather dies, then that mafia can no longer make any hits. Thus, both godfathers will hope to use the other before killing the other one off. Don't backstab too soon! And maybe the mafia's can elect another godfather. It all depends because crazy crap is going to happen all the time.

Believe it or not, there's a reason for that. The theme is loosely based on Smash Bros. Except that you can choose any Nintendo character from any game. Yes, Smash Bros. with a funhouse twist. Which charater will reign supreme? I can't wait to find out. Since this is my excuse for the shoddy workmanship done on these rules, it gives me an explanation for said crazy crap. It's like items. They just come out of nowhere for no reason. So, for instance, anyone with the letter o in the name is immune from being filled for the next hour. Random vote. Two people are randomly chosen for no reason. After half an hour, the one with the most votes dies. Not around to save yourself? Thought you could watch Identity for awhile? Too bad. And a bunch of other zany and wacky items like that will also appear throughout the game at anytime. Like choosing a new godfather. Thought I'd forgot about that, didn't you. What? You didn't? Uhhh, quick! Look at the next paragraph.

So, at this point, I don't think there is anything else I need to explain. All roles will be revealed on the day of playing. There are some other things that will happen behind the scenes that might not come out until after the game is over. Yes, after the amount of people complaing about the rules for mafia 10 and saying I made things too complicated, this is my answer. Not complicated enough. Mafia12 will seperate the real Play-uh's from the players. I don't think that made sense.

But, how could I forget. Voting will be 24 hours, although, things will slow down a lot when I'm not on at night. Ties will be solved the following ways. Both people who are tied in the voting will die but they get to chose one person to take with them. If you die and then talk about a role and reveal info that would help your team. I.e. Mafia member reveals a townie role or townie reveals a mafia role. The team that was hurt by the information gets to immediately kill 3 people of their choosing in retalition. That should settle everything.

So, all that's left is for everyone to start flooding the sign-up thread. I hope I made it big enough. If you don't choose a character, one will randomly be assigned to you. Also, I sure as heck ain't makin' no avatars for this game. It doesn't deserve that much work. However, if you want to make your own, go ahead. Otherwise, just put in your signiture what character you are. That's the best homemade solution for this game.

Final thoughts: Basically, if you want to survive, just kill anyone and everyone you can, because chances are, they're trying to do the same to you. Plus, if you're still standing at the end, chances are you won.  

EDIT: People who have joined.

Shift Key - Mr. Game and Watch
18 Days - Error (not sure who that is)
Spak-Spang - Tingle
BlackNMild2k1 - Ness
Shyguy - Batman (Yes, I know. Not a Nintendo character. But, I'll allow it. I liked the SNES Batman and Robin game)
Sir_Stabbalot - G. Haley
Pale - Alex Roivas
Zach - Olimar
TVMan - Stanley
Stevey - Link
Nuclearspeed - Pit
Mario - King Dedede
TYP - Waluigi
MysticGohan - Ichigo
Garnee - Steve
Unclebob - Duck Hunt Dog
Wandering - The Moon. (I'm guessing Majora's Mask)

Surprisingly, 16 have joined.        

[Pico aka ShyGuy is the killer.]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio -GX: Wrap-up. It finally ends.

« on: October 16, 2006, 01:04:13 PM »

The Lane Corporation
Lab HQ

Out of the time barrier stepped Digi-Boy.

"Digi-Boy?!" exclaimed everyone.

"Great. Someone get a mind wipe device and then send him back to the past," ordered the Head.

"QQQ. Stun ray," demanded Digi-Boy.

A bright light flashed forth from QQQ's eye and froze everyone in the room.

"I'm afraid there will be no stopping my plan. In a few minutes, the past will have so irrevocably changed this future that the past will have become fact," explained Digi-Boy.

"What are you doing? Are you insane? You have no idea the consquences of your actions," exclaimed the Head.

"Oh but I do. I know exactly what will happen. Heck, I sent this robot back knowing that it would waste enough time until I was forced to act. It allowed me the time I needed to put my plans into action in the past. You see, when Black Shadow died from an intergalactic rift, I was asked to help make some devices to prevent that from happening. As I was working on that problem, I met up with Phoenix, an agent of yours. He offered to lend me QQQ to help with the problem. Of course, QQQ seemed to have some problems with his memory. He couldn't access certain things which limited his usefulness. I suspect that it was deliberate tampering on the part of Phoenix to keep time-travel secrets from being revealed. But, since I can get behind any device, I soon unlocked that information. With it, I was able to see what the results of so many things would be and I was able to discover secrets of your organization. I could see how the F-Zero organiztion would end and I could see how I could turn that to my advantage. That advantage will be fullfilled in mere moments," Digi-Boy monologued.

"And just what is you are trying to accomplish?" asked the Head.

"Well, to answer that I guess we should start at the end of the F-Zero tournament. That should be where QQQ stopped talking," explained Digi-Boy, "Let's see. Draq had just been killed and the racers were aware of another killer among them..."


Earth
Outer Space


"You mean there really is someone else killing racers?" asked Jody to Pheonix, "I thought it was just officials just mistaken because they didn't know about the mafia killings. Who is it? Is it Blood Falcon? He didn't seem to have any problem killing Draq and he is evil."

"No," Phoenix replied, "It rather obvious. Who was once employed in an elite division of the Poripoto Army where his unit was responsible for over 70 assassinations? Who was rumored to have become an assassin for hire after leaving that army? Who among us races to quench his thirst for blood? There's pnly one person. Pico aka ShyGuy is the killer."

The two racers faced Pico.

"It's true. Pico likes to kill. But Pico is a hero. He ended mafia terror. Pico not so bad. Pico can be your friend," begged Pico, slowly reaching into his shell.

"Look out," cried Phoenix to Jody, as Pico wiped out a small device.

"PICO-CHU!" yelled Pico, pressing a button on the device. Pico began to glow as electrical energy surrounded him and slowly began to extend outward. Phoenix ran over to Jody Summer and pressed a button under his right glove. In a couple of seconds, QQQ materialized beside Phoenix and Jody.

"QQQ. Deflect that energy!" Phoenix yelled to the robot.

At this point, Pico was focusing the energy into a ball above him. He sent the ball of electric death towards Phoenix and Jody. QQQ stepped forward and absorbed the energy and then shot it back to Pico frying him.

"Well, I guess that's the end of Pico," said Jody.

"No. It's not," answered Phoenix.

"What do you mean?" asked Jody.

"I'm a time cop. I was sent here by my organization because we received information that an event in the next F-Zero Grand Prix would change the history of the entire universe. I know now what it is and have collected the information I need. All this death and destruction, it will be undone. We'll go back in the past to the start of the race and prevent those responsible from carrying out their actions. So, Pico will be back. Heck, so will everyone who died. This will never have happened," explained Phoenix.

"So, Blood Falcon won't win the race?" asked Jody.

"No. In fact, according to my information, he was the only racer who was actually supposed to die in this race. But I guess with all the changes that didn't happen," said Phoenix, "Well, QQQ. Transport me to the Moon."

"The Moon?" asked Jody.

"Yeah. That's where we keep a time machine," explained Phoenix.

A transportation tube opened but out of it came Digi-Boy.

"QQQ. What did you do? You were supposed to transport me," exclaimed Phoenix.

"He did just what I ordered him to do," answered Digi-Boy. "The event that is going to affect the universe isn't what happened here. It's what will happen after when I rebuild the F-Zero organiztion. And I can't allow anyone to stop that," Digi-Boy revealed.

QQQ then blasted Phoenix and Jody with a heat beam, killing them. Looking through their belongings, Digi-Boy noted that Phoenix Lestrade aka ThePerm was just a regular racer or townie and the Jody Summer aka Shift Key was the townie idiot.

"Alright, QQQ. Take me to the lab," ordered Digi-Boy.

At Digi-Boy's lab, there were bodies of all the dead racers. Digi-Boy was conducting experiments on them and cloning the racers. There were also many peices of strange equipment and uniforms. As Digi-Boy worked on QQQ's memory and how to time events so that his plan of action would succeed, Blood Falcon walked in.

"@%&%^&&!" He exclaimed on seeing everything around him. "You've got to be the most sick and twisted individual I've ever met. I mean, even I've got a lot of problems but this is incredible."

"Blood Falcon! What are you doing here?" asked Digi-Boy.

"I saw the flash of energy on the track and raced down to see what was happening. I arrived in time to see you kill Phoenix and Jody. I tracked you down to here to make you pay for that," answered Blood Falcon.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. It will save me the trouble of having to locate and kill you," ansered Digi-Boy. Then he pressed a button and sent QQQ to the past.

Blood Falcon aka Vudu pointed to Digi-Boy and said, "I think you're mistaken. I won't be so easy to take down. I'm the Magician."


The Lane Corporation
Lab HQ

"So what happened to Blood Falcon?" asked the Head.

"He's dead," replied Digi-Boy, checking his watch, "Another minute or so and that will be historical fact."

"So you really know the consequences of your actions, do you? Well can you explain why people in the future wear such strange clothes and everyone looks female?" asked the Head.

"It's quite simple. People are just imitating their favorite F-Zero pilot. That was my plan. I rebuilt the F-Zero organization. I now control the most powerful event in the universe making me the most powerful person in the universe. Planets bow to my every request because I can bring the F-Zero races to them or I can take them away. Moreover, I made the race more powerful then it ever was before. And you know how I did it? I remade the racers. Here, take a look for yourself," said Digi-Boy. He grabbed a couple pictures from a pocket and help them up to the Head.

Here's Captain Falcon, as healthy as ever.


Here's Doctor Stewart. Alive again and no longer worried about her father's killer.


And Samurai Goroh. I think the new look is sure to win her more fans.


"What the heck?" asked the head in amazement.

"Yes. As you may be noticing the racers are now all women. That's what my cloning lab was about. I took their DNA and reformed them. With the women, I just helped make them a bit better. Women love the race now because it has women in a postion of power and as idols. Men like the race because of the women. I'm sure you'll notice the people that you have seen changed look like these racers. That's becuase the race is so huge, people emmulate these racers. They dress up as them to show their support for their favorite racer. And those uniforms have apurpose to. It allows them to run at speeds similiar to the ones their racer would have driven. And I control it all. The racers obey me and get their equipment only from me. That keeps them in line. With the racers in line, my grip on the F-Zero organization is iron tight," explained Digi-Boy.

"Your plan still won't work," said the head, "We have devices installed in the building so that we always keep our knowledge no matter how the past changes. We'll still know you've changed something and we'll still go back and fix things."

"But what if you don't exist in the future? Time's up," said Digi-Boy, "QQQ, activate transport."

The robot did as it was told. Digi-Boy and QQQ vanished from the room. The head could feel movement returning to his body but it was too late. He could see the new future expanding into the room and closing in on all of them. Soon the future change was complete.


F-Zero Organization
3187
Earth
(After Future Change)

The head of the orginaztion woke up. What a wierd dream. He wondered if it meant something. Was there some kind of jealousy or aminosity that he subconciously harbored against the President of the Orgianztion, Digi-Boy. Still, it felt so real. Could it be possible? Had he been in charge of protecting time? Was this reality not right? He tried to shake off the feelings he had while getting washed up for the day. But they didn't go away. What if it wasn't a dream? What am I supposed to do about it? He tried to focus on the day's events. A new championship race was about to begin and he had a long day ahead of him on making sure everything started and ran smoothly. But his thought's kept going back to the dream. Until, he thought about what he should wear. This time, I'm showing my true loyalty. he thought. And now his unease started to leave him. So what if this wasn't right. It sure seemed better then what he had seen in the dream. And besides, the Head was a big Black Shadow fan.

[Draq aka BigJim]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 11. Earth. Yes, the game is still on.

« on: October 15, 2006, 01:14:38 AM »

Draq aka BigJim was driving his racer closer and closer to the finish line. He had nearly made it and soon the competition would be over and he would be the champion. It hadn't been easy. There had been a lot of trials on the way but he had always managed to get through them. And now, he was going to get his reward. A couple racers banged into him a bit but that was nothing ot worry about. With so few racers left, some were bound to figure out were his loyalty belonged. It mattered not since he had a friend who was working to jelp him now. With his back-up, this thing competition was over. In fact, his partner was coming up behind him right now to help protect his back. Smiling to himself, Draq felt euphoria all through him. Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen, he thought. This overconfidence caused BigJim to notice that his "partner" was really about to set off an electromagnetic wave. A small ray gun popped out of the side of the race and blasted Draq's machine, instantly cutting the antigravity power. The machine slammed on to the course and begin flipping and turning in an awesome display of destructive carnage. When it finally came to a stop, it lay on the course, smoldering. Other racers slowed down to examine the wreckage. Getting out of their vehicles, they walked cautiously towards the machine.

At that moment, they heard an evil laugh. And then Draq burst out from the craft, laughing at them. Turning towards his "partner", Draq cackled, "You will pay the price for your lack of vision. If you will not be turned, you will be destroyed. The "partner" answered Draq, "You're gravely mistaken, you won't convert me as you did Mr. EAD." "Oh no, my young killer. You will find that it is you who are mistaken, about a great many things. From here, you will witness the final destruction of the Townie Alliance and the end of your insignificant rebellion. Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends are walking into a trap. Now witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL deflecter shield!" taunted Draq. With that, he pushed a button on his unifrom and his giant circle began to glow. Bolts of energy shot out from the suit and began grabbing meteors in the air. "POWER!" yelled Draq, as he rained the meteors down on the course. They smashed into the empty crafts of the other racers and while the racers leapt out of the way of the meteors Draq threw at them. Continuing to talk to his "partner, Draq said, "The hate is swelling in you now. With each passing moment you'll want to be my servant." "No," the "partner" answered defiantly. "It is unavoidable. It is your destiny," replied Draq. "Soon I'll be dead, and you with me," the "partner" calmly answered. " Perhaps you refer to the feeble efforts of the townie alliance? I assure you, I am quite safe from your friends here." "Your overconfidence is your weakness," warned the "partner". "Your faith in your friends is yours," spat Draq. "Give yourself to the MaxVelocity Mafia. It is the only way you can save your friends. Yes, your actions betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... Jody Summer. So, you love Jody. Your feelings have now betrayed her, too. If you will not join MaxVelocity... then perhaps she will..." "Noooo!" screamed the "partner" and he ran towards his craft. Getting into it, the "partner" called to Draq, "Never. I'll never join your mafia. You've failed, godfather. I am a townie, like my role before." "So be it... townie," sneered Draq. With that, Draq sent a blue shot of energy and shocked his failed recruit with it. "Your feeble skills are no match for the power of MaxVelocity," Draq cried. Then , he sent out beams of energy and ensnared a gigantic meter and started pulling it towards the failed recruit.

As this "death star" began to come closer, the failed recruit hit the switch for the electromagnetic wave gun and shot Draq with it. It killed the power to his suit. The gigantic meteor hung in the air above Draq's head. "You probably expected that to fall and crush me. I guess you forgot that were in outer space," explained Draq. Taking out a gun and pointing it towards the "partner", Draq said, "Young fool... Only now, at the end, do you understand..." He didn't get to finish as at that moment, Blood Falcon came roaring by in his racer and hit Draq head on, sending him flying in the air and landing hard on the race track. "You're all clear kid. Now, let's blow up this thing and go home," Blood Falcon radioed. The failed recruit quickly rewired the electromagnetic wave emitter and turned it into a magnetic beam of energy which he used to pull the gigantic meteor down on Draq. Draq screamed as it came down on top of him. Then, the meteor hit the track and exploded into a million pieces and sparks. The racers celebrated. That was the end of the mafias. BigJim was the Mafia Recruiter for the MaxVelocity Mafia as revealed by the failed recruit. "Finally, we don't have to worry about anyone trying to kill us. That's the last of the killers," cheered Jody. "No," said Phoenix, "There is another."

The Lane Corporation
Lab HQ

"Who? Who, dang you Phoenix, who?" cried the Head.

"Sir, at this point, we feel we have enough information to send out the task force and successfully right the past. As well, if we can meet up with Phoenix, I'm sure he can provide the name."

"Fine. And another thing, find out why Phoenix didn't try to stop this or tell us the details. Sending this robot was a dumb idea. He could have reported to us the facts instead of making us listen to this robot go over every detail," ordered the head.

"But Phoenix didn't send me," replied QQQ.

"What? But how did you come into the future? Your memory was damaged and you couldn't remember how to travel in time," asked the Head.

"My new master sent me. He also requested that I delay in telling you the details," answered QQQ.

"What? But why? Who ordered this?" demanded the head.

"He did," replied QQQ. And with that, he opened a time barrier and from out of it came.......

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Nintendo Gaming / Is this a cheap Micro?

« on: October 14, 2006, 01:53:38 PM »

Just a quick question I was wondering the answer to. I was at a store today to pick up ClubHouse games for the DS and a saw they had a collection of Game Boy Micros. They are the Famicom Anniversary ones. What surprised me was the price for them was $50 cdn. I hadn't heard anything about the Micro's going down on sale. Last I had seen, they were still charging around $89 cdn for them. So, I was just wondering if someone could tell me if that was a good buy for the Micro or not? Does anyone if they're cheaper or going to be cheaper anywhere else? Keep in mind, I live in Canada.

Also, it's been awhile since the Micro has been released and I was just wondering what people thought about the device again. I've never owned an Advance and when I bought the DS, I never did feel like picking one up. But, I might get this Micro. Still, I just thought I'd check up on people's opinion of it before I commit to buying it.

[Silver Neelsen aka NuclearSpeed]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 10. Outer Space.

« on: October 13, 2006, 11:00:50 PM »

Silver Neelsen aka NuclearSpeed had never won a Grand Prix or tournament before. But with the field of competitors down to just him and 7 other racers, things were looking better than ever before for a chance to win. But this desire to win made Silver a bit more uptight than usual since he was making sure he didn't mess up this chance to win. However, his crotchety behavior started to wear fast on the rest of the racers, especially in the heat and sour mood they were already feeling. Some racers began muttering about the fact that since Silver has never won before that might make a big temptation for him to join the MaxVelocity Mafia and ensure his win. Plus, he doesn't seem to be too involved in the fight against the mafia. It's a sure thing. And so, the racers began knocking Silver and his machine around. "Dadgummit!" yelled Silver, "Leave me alone! I ain't no mafia and I certainly ain't no killer! I'm just trying to win me a race." But it was to no avail. The racers kept pounding him. This particular course that Fire Field engineers designed happend to take a low dip so that the course was just a few 100 meters above a lake of lava. However, there had been a small eruption and some lava had spewed up into the air and landed a bit on this low part of the course. As Silver raced along the dip, a few racers pushed him into the spilled lava. That was all it took to kill what was left of Silver's shields. His racer slowed to a stop above the spilled lava. Silver immediately opened the cockpit of his craft. A blast of incredibly hot air hit him and he broke out into an instant sweat. Sparks and haze were everywhere in the air. Silver knew he had to walk up the track to the top to get out of there. He hoped off his racer as it began to burst into flames as it melted on the spewed lava. Silver began walking as fast as he could. At his age, he couldn't run. That is until a spark hit Silver's beard and it burst into flames. Then, Silver ran faster than he had in 20 years. He looked around desperately for relief. And then he saw it. A platform with water just a bit off the track. Officals must have sent it to get him off the course. Neelson ran towards it on the road that extended out from hit. As Neelson ran to the platform, he saw some gold shining in the water. "Gold!" he cried, "Gold! He he. I'm rich now. Who needs you F-Zero." The other racers slowed to a halt as the watched Silver running through the lava field, his beard on fire, yelling about gold. Then they watched him stop at a certain point and start diggin into the flames, looking startled, asking where his gold had went, then stopping when he realized that it had all been a mirage. All that running had a price and Silver then had a heart-attack and fell into the lava where he was consumed by it. The racers finished the race with out incident. Of course, the question was, did they do the right thing? Inside Silver's personal locker was a ton of pills. "No wonder he kept living so long," said an amazed Blood Falcon who promptly started grabbing all the pills he could. "What?" he asked the crowd, noticing their shock and disgust at the scene, "He's not going to need them anymore. Sheeesh." And thanks to Blood Falcons hoarding fo pills, the racers were able to find the information they needed. Silver Neelsen was a regular racer or townie. Everyone left disappointed, except for Blood Falcon. "This is like a bloody treasure trove of pills"

Gomar & Shioh aka Mantidor were enjoying a game of cards together. They also liked doing things together and as such didn't spend much time with the other racers. Hence, they were very surprised when another racer came up to them. "Congrats on coming in first. You forgot to pick up a little gift the Fire Field officials was giving to the winner of this circuit. It's just a little native trinket. An ancient mask of some sort. Anyways, I thought you might want it and had offered to drop it off for you when we realized you forgot to pick it up at the post-race party. Well, see you at the nect race," said the guest, who handed them the mask and left. "What do you want to do with this?" asked Gomar. "Throw it away and lay a card down already," said Shioh. "Fine," replied Gomar. They kept playing for awhile but something started happening. Slowly, the two racers began to get suspicious of one another. He's cheating, Gomar could hear a faint voice whipsering. He's cheating, a faint voice told Shioh. They tried to fight these disquieting thoughts. They looked around the room carefully watching the other. No one else was there. It had to be a voice in their minds. What if he's a mafia member or a killer, the voice asked. How could you know for sure? Maybe he plans on killing you too. It would be the perfect alibi. He always has you to depend on to back up his claims. Finally, the two pilots could not take the strain anymore. "Die, you lying Mafia worm!" yelled Shioh. "I'll get you first, Killer," yelled Gomar. And so the two began to wrestle on another, tearing up the garage they were in. The people from Huckmine (Gomar & Shioh's home planet) have an odd custom of partnering up when young and doing everything together. But, that same team spirit can also be reversed into an incredible hate for the other person if they have a falling out in the partnership. Such was the case now. The fight went on until bloody and bruised, both threw wrenches at the other and then ducked at the same time. The wrenches hit two switches which caused a bunch of chains to fall on them and activate a conveyer belt. Weak and exhausted from the brutal fight, neither could get free of the chains as they caught onto the conver belt and started dragging the two tangled racers towards a garbage compactor. Before the racers were crushed, they heard a bone-chilling laugh. It was coming from the mask. The voice was that of the racer who delivered the mask. "Hello boys. My you've had quite the fight. I guess that's what happens when fear hormones are released in the air and you get subtle suggestions. In case you're wondering why I'd do something like this, allow me to introduce my self. Boys, you just met the leader of the MaxVelocity Mafia. And you're going to pay for the time you saved the life of a racer Deathborn tried to kill. Just another message I'm sending to the rest of the racers to quit messing with MaxVelocity. Ta ta." A few minutes later, the MaxVelocity member walked into the garage, shut down the conveyer belt, collected the mask and grabbed the doctor's certificate Gomar & Shioh kept hidden in their racer and ripped it to peices.

The Skull aka Blackfootsteps was doing some thinking. Why couldn't he, with all his years of experence, why couldn't he solve this mystery? And so, he began thinking things over and trying to solve the clues. But then, he began to think about the killer's victims. And then he realized who the killer would hit next. I have to warn him, realized the Skull. He raced over to the bay of the the suspected victim. "I'm glad I found you. You need to come with me..." the Skull stopped. Lying everywhere was weaponry of every sort along with diagrams of buildings, security cards, and disguises. "Well, good for you Skull. Looks like your going to die again," said the Killer.
"Dang. I'm an idiot," said the Skull turning and fleeing. And as ran from the spray of bullets showering over his head, the Skull thought back to an earlier time when racing vehicles had wheels. Things were simplier then. Back then, you just had to go fast. Of course, there was one spotty batch where the Skull had a breakdown and later had to learn how to drive with the fear. But fortunately, he always had a partner to shake and bake with. Maybe that's what was missing, a partner, thought the Skull as he fell to the ground after recieving a crowbar to the head. If he had a partner, maybe he wouldn't have made this mistake. Two heads are better then one and maybe then he could have solved this mystery. And so the Skull's last memories were of the time he raised under the name Ricky Bobby and those heady days of championships. After the beating, the killer took the Skull back to his bay and then went searching through the Skull's belongings. He found nothing other than the fact that the Skull was a regular racer or townie. Picking up the Skull's head, the killer said, "Alas poor Yorick. I knew him well." And then he left.

The glorious finish of the race was supposed to take place at Earth, just above orbit and in outer space. It was to cap off a glorious tournament across the F-Zero organization and be the crowning glory of it's illustrious history. With all the top racers competing, it was sure to be the greatest thrill for the fans. But instead, five hobbled racers were lined up at the starting line. 29 racers had died over 9 days. There had been talk of just ending the tournament but instead, people and officals just consigned themselves to letting the thing play out. It looked like this would be the end of the F-Zero organization. The sports reputation had sunk incredibly low. People were shocked at the manner many racers were killed. Planets involved with the race had suffered incredible disasters, while the collapse and disillusionment of the race by the fans caused many planet's economies to collapse after depending so much on the revenue it generated. And so, they let it play out. Let them kill one another, people thought. Maybe this way we can start over and be clean from the scars they have covered the race in. Indeed, it was rather telling when instead of counting down for the race to begin, someone yelled from the sidlines, "Just go already." and waved them forward. And so the final race began. No one knew who was in the lead because with all the deaths, the scores had become so jumbled and updated and changed that there was almost no way of figuring out who had been winning. Despite this, all the racers still felt they had a shot at victory and raced off to sieze the moment.

The Lane Corporation
Lab Headquarters.

"My goodness, what a disaster this race is. Why didn't our agent Pheonix do anything?" asked the head.

"I can't answer that. QQQ hasn't given us enough information on the subject. Should we send out the task force yet?"

"No, we still need to figure out who was left of this mafia and who was acting as the killer. We need to wait," answered the head.

"Why don't we just round the remaining ones up already?"

"And do what with them. We don't know who's involved with what so how can we fix this problem when we don't know who to fix. We can't go changing the time back correctly until we know what exactly has to be changed. Otherwise, we just mess up time and tamper it ourselves. It's fine. We just need to finish getting the facts already and then we can move," explained the head.

"I understand that sir but time is not something we have much off ourselves. Already, even our building is being penetrated by the changing past. If it's getting through our time defences, it means we've almost run out of time to act," said one technician by a wall of security cameras.

"Let me see what's happening," said the head, coming over.

"What's happening? The galaxy becomes female only or something? What's with the wierd clothing?" asked the head after scanning the cameras.

"I don't know how this connects to the past but I can tell you that it isn't female only. Some of those people your seeing in the affected regions are men. But I don't know why everyone is dressing that way."

"Men? They sure all look like women. We need to solve this fast. I don't know how this F-Zero competition could be responsible for this. Keep going QQQ," said the head.

[Jack Levin aka Svevan]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 9. Fire Field

« on: October 12, 2006, 10:27:33 PM »

Ahhh, Day 8. That day will live in infamy, known as Death of the Doctors day. It all began with:

Jack Levin aka Svevan racing along the glitzy tracks of Casino Palace. Jack loved Casino Palace. It reminded him a lot of the fame and fortune he enjoyed as a singer. He also liked the giant statues of men holding the dollar sign. That's an interesting fact and should be recorded somewhere in his bio. Let's see. I guess it should be put after the part about being in a boy band and after the part of about his sister sending in his school photograph to get him selected to be an F-Zero pilot but before the part about him being scared of his mom. Anyways, racing along the track, Jack's mind kept racing back to an argument he had earlier. Jack had been given an honorary doctor's degree by a college he attended for a couple days. Jack felt great about it. Now, he could add to his appeal by saving racers like Dr. Robert Stewart did once in the accident that was now 6 years ago. However, he ended up getting into an argument with Dr. Stewart who said the degree did not actually give him the right to practice medicine. So, when Jack was approached by the forming members of MaxVelocity, he was eager to join and get a chance to use his medical skills. But, they figured it was wise to wait until the actual doctors were dead before announcing he could perform medicine. Especially since they forged the document. So, he waited and waited. But he couldn't take it anymore. MaxVelocity Members were dying and he wanted do to something about it. And this was his chance. So, he rammed Dr. Stewart's craft. Hopefully other racers will join my example and I'll finally be able to practice medicine, he thought. He reached down and patted the forged document he kept hidden on the floor of his racer for good luck.

Race officials were still working on prying Jack Levin's lifeless body out from under the statue that fell on to him after he crashed into it. The racers, meanwhile, were being rushed off the planet. The entire gambling community was in an uproar. This had to fixed. Every racer hit Jack Levin. This had never happened before in any race. Never before was one racer solely picked on. This was outrageous and Casino Palace was deluged with angry complaints. But the racers were unconcerned with the complaints. They knew that it was the only decision to make. You see, Jack Levin's racer has an interesting feature about it. In order to satisfy Jack Levin's huge female fan base, cameras were installed throughout the cockpit that broadcast Jack from all different angles during the races. What Jack didn’t realize was that the mole had also installed a camera before he died and it was pointed at Jack’s fake medical certificate. All the other racers saw the document. Thus it was not a surprise when some racers checked through Jack’s belongings and confirmed that Jack Levin was the MaxVelocity Mafia Doctor.

Dr. Clash aka MaryJane was disappointed. He had placed first in the race but the victory was overshadowed by the riot. So, he was doing what he loved, sitting in a chair working on how to make his F-Zero machine better. He didn’t notice the another racer enter until he spoke. “Dr. Clash, how are you?” asked the figure. “Vhat do you vant?” yelled Dr. Clash, startled by the interruption. “Oh, nothing. Just came to chat. I understand that you have 17 patents on F-Zero parts,” replied the racer. “Ya, zhat is trew,” answered Clash, not sure where this conversation was going. “I was looking through them and was surprised to see you had a patent on radios for F-Zero machines. And looking at the schematics closely, I realized that those radios are designed to send signals from in the F-Zero racer cockpit to a satellite. Dr. Clash, have you been spying on us racers?” asked the racer. “I know vhat you are zhinking but you are wrong! Ya, vhat you say iz trew but I am not doing zo because I am mafia. I am doingk it to find ze mafia!” declared Dr. Clash. “I know you aren’t mafia. I am,” replied the figure, “And I’m here to keep you from rooting me out.” Shocked, Dr. Clash got to his feet and ran to his racer, yelling “Mein Führer, I can walk!” He leapt into the racer and took off. I have chew tell ze other racers zis news, he thought. But then he heard the voice of the MaxVelocity member in the cockpit. “It may surprise you to know doctor, that I am also an inventor,” said the voice, “I hope it can equal what you have done.” At that moment, Dr. Clash’s mechanical arms began strangling him. Dr. Clash started wrestling with them. He managed to slowly pry one of his throat and the other. It became an arm wrestle. His left arm fought the left mechanical arm and his right arm fought his right mechanical arm. It went on for a minute. Then the mechanical arms got bored, reached for the steering wheel and drove the racer into oncoming traffic. At the speed he was going combined with his old age caused Dr. Clash to die on impact. His mechanical arms gave onlookers the finger before shutting down. “That’s what Dr. Clash gets for trying to be a cop,” said the MaxVelocity Member to himself.

Dr. Robert Stewart aka Dasmos was looking over his machine. There seemed to be no damage to his craft from the hit Jack Levin gave him. Even though he was satisfied with the outcome of the day’s race, he still couldn’t bring himself to smile. In fact, Dr. Robert Stewart doesn’t smile much. But in this case, it was due to the fact that he was still troubled with what was happening at the race. He had started racing after his father had died racing in the F-Zero tournaments. Dr. Stewart had pored over the details of the accident and was convinced that it was actually murder but he could not prove anything. And now, these memories were haunting him during this race. He had been shocked to learn that some racers were willing to join up with others and kill other racers to get their hands on the prize. But what bothered him the most was the fact that one person was just willing to kill other racers on his own. After what had happened to his father, Dr. Stewart was committed to stopping these people. Mulling over these thoughts, Dr. Stewart was surprised when another racer entered his garage. “Has something happened?” asked Stewart anxiously. “No one’s died lately if that’s what you’re asking. But I do have some news for you,” said the racer. “What?” asked Stewart. “I know who killed your father. It was Bio Rex. I found these documents showing his plans for sabotaging your father’s racer. It’s also mentioned in his dairy,” explained the figure, handing over the documents. “Where did you get these?” asked Stewart. “I found them searching through Bio’s stuff. You see, I’ve decided to take up Bio Rex’s hobby and I figured if I want to surpass him, I best kill a Stewart also,” declared the figure, drawing a gun and firing. “Dammit you, I’m a doctor not target practice,” stuttered Stewart falling over dead. “Actually, Dr. Stewart, you are a townie,” replied the Killer leaving.

Things were not going well for the race. With so many people dead, many planets were suffering major losses of income since people were no longer buying merchandise of the home planet’s hero because he was dead. There were more and more anti race protests. The race was scheduled to make a return to the world of White Land but they withdrew from the competition, not wanting to be involved with the debacle. Because of this, the race moved on to Fire Field instead. It was also announced that the prize would be drastically reduced for the winner of the race. It had been threatened before but never carried. Faced with evidence that there was another racer killing others, race officials finally acted on the threat. With tempers already boiling over, the heat of Fire Field only made things worse. The racers took off, just looking for someone to give them some trouble today. They realized that they didn’t have many chances left to end this disaster and no one wanted to blow it. And so, a tense atmosphere began filling the race.
 

[PJ aka Ceric]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 8. Casino Palace.

« on: October 11, 2006, 10:24:24 PM »

PJ aka Ceric had been enjoying his time in the race. Nothing evil had really befallen him and he even got Lily Flyer in his cab before she died. Unfortuantely, with the ranks of racers thinning, it became harder and harder to get people to go for rides in his cab. And so, he had to concentrate more on the race and his hopes to win big so that he can shove the taxi job in his boss's face. He'll regret not giving me a bigger wage, thought PJ. PJ began thinking of all the ways he might humiliate his boss and didn't notice the situation unfolding before him. Several racers had been taking swipes at a rather large tree and finally one racer hit it with enough force that it began to topple. It fell on the raceway just ahead of PJ. He had no time to react and hit the tree head on. Somehow, PJ managed to survive. Ohh, he thought, my cab is ruined. There goes my job and racing career. He staggered out of the car, bloody and dazed. He started walking along the track in a daze. Then, he heard a rumble and saw the racers were coming back on another lap. Realizing he had to get out of the way, PJ ran with all his strength. He got off the track and started running into the woods. Leaning against a tree, he felt relieved that he still managed to survive. Then he noticed he had a hard time breathing. He tried loosening his collar but his hands seemed to swollen to grip it. That's when he realized his surroundings. Oak! I'm allergic to Oak trees, He realized. He started running but then realized he wasn't sure which direction he cam from. There seemed to be Oak everywhere. Be calm, be calm, just think fast, he told himself. But then he felt his feet bulging to get out of the shoes they were in and he completely lost it and started panicing. He ran one way and not seeing anything ahead, he turned and ran another. His legs began swelling up so much that he could hardly keep putting one leg ahead of the other and his run fast became baby steps. It was getting harder and harder to breath. He couldn't see anymore. His face had swelled so much as to cover his eyes which is an impressive feat. Just a few seconds later, his face had swelled so much that he was no longer able to breath out of his mouth or nose. He lay on the ground, his life flashing before me him. I guess this is how I will die. But he thought to soon, for at that moment, his body exploded unable to keep expanding. His last thoughts were Dang. I shouldn't have eaten that wafer-thin-mint before the race and Owwwwwwwww! Meanwhile, unconcerned with what had happened to PJ, the racers went to his locker and began sorting through his personal belongings. There they discovered a bunch of mints but also the evidence that PJ was the Spy of the MaxVelocity Mafia. To celebrate, everyone enjoyed a mint. It was good time for all until Mr. EAD asked for someone to bring him a bucket.

After the celebration, Roger Buster aka Athrun Zala went to a back alley to meet up with someone. Across the alley, a shodowy figure asked if Roger was still going to make his "delivery." Yes, assured Roger, everything was still hunky-dory. "Good," said the figure, "Remember, as long as I have these documents on you, you work for me." The two people parted ways. It wasn't an easy life for Roger. He was the last surviving member of The Legends Mafia. He was the recruiter but was being blackmailed and turned into a mole working against his mafia. And now he had been told to kill Samurai Goroh. He raced off to the one place Goroh could always be found, Red Canyon. But he wasn't there so he waited for him to arrive. After awhile Samurai Goroh aka Deguello came driving by. He pulled over to see why Roger had stopped. "What are you doing here?" Goroh demanded. "Not much. Just waiting for you to come by. I have a message for you. Gundam doesn't suck!" yelled Roger, taking out a blaster and aiming it at Goroh. "Wait!" Goroh cried, "Don't shoot! I'm on your side." "No you're not. I happen to know ,Goroh, that you are the mafia Propagandist of the MaxVelocity Mafia," retorted Roger. "Well, yes. I admit that I am part of the mafia but I'm not helping them anymore. I'm a mole working against the MaxVelocity Mafia," admitted Goroh. "How can I be sure?" asked Roger, "I heard the person blackmailing you was killed by MaxVelocity." "Well, that's true but...Look out! There they are," cried Goroh. Roger turned around but it was a ruse as Goroh quickly leaped into his racer and took off. "Gundam sucks," he yelled. You are so going down, thought Roger and got in his racer after Goroh. Along the canyon they raced, Roger trying to overtake Goroh. Soon heavy boulders started rolling down the canyon, pushed by members of Goroh's gang in an attempt to protect their leader and stop Roger. But it was a dumb plan because one fell in front of Samurai Goroh and he crashed into it. Roger stopped beside him and got out. Samurai Goroh was lying on the road by his racer. He was badly injured and near death. Roger stood over him. "For the last time, Gundam doesn't suck. Your driving sucks but not Gundam," he said. At that moment, a panal fell off the side of Goroh's vehicle revealing a bomb attached to the inside. It was a timebomb that had been put in Goroh's vehicle by James McCloud. Appearently, that was his way of repaying the man who tried to corrupt him. Goroh laughed at the sight. His voice raspy, Goroh yelled, "It goes on Judah, I mean Roger. It goes on. Gundam..." He never got to finish as the timebomb went off, agitated from the collision. For all we know, Goroh's last words were Gundam Wing rocks. We'll never know. (Unless he wants to get testy and post in the Scrapheap thread but now I'm breaking the foruth wall or something).

When the blackamiler of the Legends Mafia heard what had happened, he disgustedly threw away the info he had on Roger. What a useless role, he thought. Meanwhile, MaxVelocity was excited to hear the news. Now they could operate more freely and begin pushing around more racers, knowing they wouldn't have to worry about a rival mafia learnig their identities. Best of all, they didn't have to worry about a mole in their midst with both the mole and blackmailer dead. But the party soon ended.

Mr. EAD aka Pale was an android. He was racing to complete the final testing phase for his IQ and AI programming. His advance knowledge allowed him to pick up on information around him, apply it and deduce the identities of other racers. This knowlegde was stored in his brain like a library, as though he was the Librarian of this library. Thanks to this, Mr. EAD had been able to warn other racers of people he had figured out were mafia members. One such person he told was Super Arrow, who later turned out to have taken matters into his own hands and killed these mafia members. This information greatly appealed to MaxVelocity and they tried over and over to try to recruit Mr.EAD. But he refused until he learned about the death of the Deathborn and the blackmailer of the MaxVelocity Mafia. Maybe they do have something going here after all, he reasoned. And so, Mr.EAD was successfully recruited by the MaxVelocity Mafia.. It had been a tough blow to lose PJ but getting rid of the mole in their midst made the day a bit better. And so, Mr. EAD was sitting in a repair garage, eating some pasta in a celebratory mode. At that moment, the Killer walked into the garage and came up to Mr. EAD. "Oh, it'sa you. I'va gotta 'nother hit for you," said Mr. EAD. "I have one also," said the Killer, "You." Shocked Mr. EAD jumped out of his racer just as a sword came down where he had been sitting. "You'lla never catch me," yelled Mr. EAD. He then began leaping away making a boinging sound. Well see about that, thought the killer. He ran after Mr. EAD, shooting fireballs at him with a flamethrower. But Mr. EAD pressed his star belt buckle which turned on his heat shield. He began dancing to the music that played from the belt buckle. "Woohoo! See you next time," he yelled and began running again. The killer chased after him some more. Mr. EAD came upon a hammer. He grabbed and began swinging it at the Killer. "So long, King Bowser," he yelled. "What does that mean?" asked the killer confused. Ducking from another swing of the hammer, the Killer happened to notice an axe behind Mr. EAD. Mr. EAD jumped in the air swinging his hammer at the Killer. But while he was in the air, the Killer took the opportunity and ran under Mr. EAD and grabbed the axe he had seen. With that axe, he cut a chain that was tied up nearby. The chain was holding up Mr. EAD'S racer while it was being reparied. It fell down on Mr. EAD, smashing him. "Hey. Youa very good," stuttered Mr. EAD, "Thank you so much for ta playin' my game, I mean, killing me." And with that, the robot Mr. EAD was terminated. "The EAD organization should have delayed releasing you instead of rushing you out like they did," said the Killer to the smashed robot. With that he left.

Although many planets were turning hostile to the F-Zero race, one in particualar was happy to have them. It was the next stop on the race circuits, Casino Palace. "People are having a great time here on the race," said the head of Casino Palace. "Instead of betting on who will win, people are betting on who will die or who will survive. Business is booming like never before with this race. We even have a bet on whether the race will get shutdown or not." And so for the first time in awhile, the racers enjoyed a warm welcome to a circuit. And even if many of them didn't care for the new betting arrangements, they were glad at the success they were having at rooting out the mafia racers. Looking around, they were surprised to see that there were only 11 racers left. Even though it was disheartening to know that so many racers had died, it did add to the feeling to many that they were entering the home stretch. Soon, they would find out if it had been worth the sacrifices. Zooming off from the finish line, the racers once again prepared to gamble on who else was mafia.


The Lane Corporation
Lab HeadQuarters.

"You get all that?" asked the head.

"Yes sir. But don't you think we should act on what we have? Hundreds of planets are changing from this event. Even here in headquarters, different parts belong to different realities."

"I realize that but we can't go until we have all the facts. There's still two mafia members we need to learn the identities of, not to mention a killer who has been on the loose. We must have that knowledge! Just keep the task force ready!" ordered the head.

"They're ready at anytime. Just say the word."

"They'll have it as soon as I have the final facts I need. Why can't this robot speed up anymore?" asked the head.

"It's a long story?" guessed a lab worker.  

[Deathborn aka Decoyman]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 7. Green Plant

« on: October 10, 2006, 10:06:54 PM »

Deathborn aka Decoyman was enjoying the race. He loved the lightning flashing in the sky. It made him feel as though he was spreading evil and fear around the world by just being there. He didn't like racing in the F-Zero races. He never liked doing his own dirty work. But since Black Shadow could never beat Captain Falcon for the F-Zero championship belt, he was forced to race for himself. But now, all obstacles on his path for the belt were being removed. Since he was enjoying a nice lead, he figured he'd just put the craft on autopilot, sit back and sleep. What he didn't see was Blood Falcon getting speed boost after speed boost and catching up to him. Driving parallel to Deathborn, Blood Falcon attached a lightning rod to his craft. Then, Blood Falcon slowed his craft and let Deathborn drive ahead. Soon, all the lightning in the sky was striking Deathborn's craft until all the voltage had melted both the racer and the rod connected to it. Blood Falcon drove by the destroyed craft, laughing it up all the way past the finish line where he placed first. "What you don't realize is that Black Shadow gave me orders to kill you if ever you should hurt him. As his "son", I always serve my master. And now, with you out of the way, I am the most evil racer out there. Finally, it's Blood Falcon's time to shine!" said Blood Falcon to Deathborn as he was being carried away by a stretcher. "Just one moment!" ordered Blood Falcon to the paramedics, "I want to see something." The paramedics stopped. Blood Falcon reached over Deathborn's head and took off the plate glass covering his brain. He then began touching parts of it and watching parts of Deathborn's body spasm. He then began to make Deathborn dance from the spasms. "This is fun. Looks like your exposed brain doesn't trouble me," laughed Blood Falcon. Soon th spasming stopped. Deathborn had died. The mechanical parts of his body had long shut down after being hit by lightning and now what was left of his body had stopped also. Blood Falcon joined up with the rest of the racers looking through his belongings. From them, they found out that Deathborn was the godfather of the MaxVelocity Mafia. "How could this guy be a mob boss?" asked one confused racer, "Wasn't he the one who just swerved off a track into lava because Captain Falcon beat him in a race? I mean, the guy was pathetic." Blood Falcon agreed and came to the stunning realization that all the evil racers were pathetic. He ran off crying.

It really shouldn't have come as a surprise. Heck, it even says in Princia's aka Mystic Gohan's bio that "her characteristic curiosity often leads her into mischief and often gets her into dangerous predicaments." Such was the case here. Princia had been dancing it up at a club, trying to impress people at her skill when she came accross something important. The identity of a MaxVelocity Member. At first, she wasn't sure what to do. Should she tell the others? What if MaxVelocity found out. They might kill her. But then she had another idea. And so Princia became the blackmailer of the MaxVelocity Mafia.

But unfortuantely, Princia wasn't good at keeping information secret. And word got around that Princia may know something. This rumour attracted the attention of one killer. Coming up behind Princia in her dancing club, the killer gruffly asked, "What do you know about the MaxVelocity Mafia?" "I don't know what you are talking about," stammered Princia. "Tell me or I'll kill you," demanded the stranger. Princia turned and ran out of the club, exiting into a back alley. She ran all the way down it into a dead end. Hugging the wall, searching for a way past it, Princia turned and saw the killer coming towards her. Then suddenly, the wall turned and Princia was in the building. Then she was knocked out. The killer watched the wall turned Princia turn with it. "What the heck?" he thought. Deciding to find out what was happening, the killer started climbing to the top of the building.

When Princia awoke, she found herself in an empty club, with some dance music playing in the background. She spotted a shadowy figure at the other end of the room. "Who are you?" she asked. "I'm the new head of the MaxVelocity Mafia," replied the figure, "And I understand you have been blackmailing one of our members into revealing info about our group. Well, you're going to regret that decision with your dying breath. Unlike Deathborn, I'm more than happy to torture people who get in my way. You're going to send a message to all those other racers out there. See those new shoes we put on your feet. They'll keep you dancing long after your dead. Start the music boys!" And with that Princia watched in amazement as the shoes did indeed cause her feet to start dancing. She tried to resist but they were too powerful. She searched frantically for some way to take them off but could find nothing. And the mob boss kept watching. After an hour, Princia's feet were starting to give her much pain. She was heavily sweating and was getting very exhausted. At this point, the mob boss left.

On the roof of the building looking through a skylight sat the killer. He wondered if he should intervene but was afraid the whole place might be crawling with MaxVelocity members. So, he decided to hurry over to Princia's docking bay and cee if he could find the info she had on MaxVelocity. But by the time he got there, it was too late. The place had been ransacked. No doubt by MaxVelocity and there was nothing left now. Strange, thought the killer. I just had on victim kill himself by slipping on vomit and now I helped lead Princia into a MaxVelocity hit, thereby saving me the dirty work of having to kill her. I guess people just naturally die around me. Five hours later, Princia's feet were still dancing. Her body lay on the floor, dehydrated and her heart pounding unable to keep up with the physical exertion. "Why did I ever try to blackmail them?" Princia gasped before she passed out.

The race's next stop was Green Plant. Here the racers were greeted by protesters angry over the violence of the race. Over half the racers had been killed already. It was ridiculous. And even though nothing had happened to the planet of Lightning, people were still afraid the race might cause some damage to their pristine planet. However, there were other people leading a charge to let the race continue. They sited the fact that people hated the traps and obstacles that were put onto the courses way back when F-Zero started, then loved the excitement they created. In fact, it's been amazing that more deaths like this hadn't occured before. So, let them race. It's what they are used to. And maybe then, some real reforms will come. The racers minds weren't concerned with these matters. They were no longer even concerned about winning the tournament. After all the death they had seen, they were more concerned about just surviving. And after learning of the harsh sentence by the MaxVelocity Mafia, that concern was bigger than ever before. So, as the racers prepared for another round, they weren't too concerned about who they would target. They were more concerned with making sure that person wasn't them.  

[Leon aka Infernal Monkey]

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NWR Forums Discord / Mafio - GX: Day 5. Lightning.

« on: October 09, 2006, 08:52:59 PM »

Aeropolis is a magnificant place. The entire world is run by an incredible A.I. called Mother Q. Mother Q makes sure to look after the well-being of its citizens. This caring quality also extends to the F-Zero racers. For some reason, the Mother Q seems to think that since the racers are on its planet, they are part of the citizens that it lookes after. So, when Leon aka Infernal Monkey began to get a harsh beat-down by the other racers, Mother Q started forming a new track just for Leon to protect him from the other racers. The other racers were upset at this interference. How could they act on their suspicions if Mother Q was going to interfere and protect the racers?

Then, James McCloud had a moment of clarity. For once, all his brain cells clicked. He remembered that his racer was actually a converted fighter plane. He also remembered his vow at Big Blue. Acting quickly, James began reactivating dormant flight boosters. Powering these up, James kept blasting himself faster and faster. Soon, his craft was flying a bit off the ground. He made sure not to go to high or be disqualified. Then, he began activating his missiles and lasers. On the last lap, as he was coming to the finish line, James saw the Mother Q computer ahead. He began blasting it furiously with all the firepower he had. The Mother Q erupted into a ball of flames as James passed the finish line first. With multiple systems failing, the Mother Q was no longer able to handle multiple functions as it began working on fixing itself. As such, the special track that was made for Leon suddenly ceased from existing and down Leon fell until crashing onto the surface below and exploding in a ball of flame. The other racers quickly ran to Leon's locker and pried it open. Looking through the contents, they discovered that Leon was a mafia spy for the Legends Mafia. The racers were overjoyed. More success against the Legends Mafia. They were also happy at James McCloud's great exploits.

However, the citizens of Aeropolis were not so happy at what had happened. Mother Q began shutting down and with it, all the buildings and systems that it had created and controlled. The world was rapidly deteriorating and fast becoming primitive. James McCloud was a hunted man by the people of Aeropolis. So, James McCloud had blasted off in his ship to a nearby planet he could hide out on. He had a base of operations hidden on it and it was to this place he went. James reflected on what had happened. He had enjoyed coming in first at the time. But looking back now, he realized that what he had really enjoyed was the destruction and explosion that had occured. He had tried to convice himself that winning the F-Zero racers was what he wanted but he knew it wasn't true. What he really wanted was to get off this strange parallel reality. He belonged in a place called the Lylat system fighting an evil called Andross. He had tried for years to escape this reality but couldn't. Finally, his thoughts turned to death. He was ready to die. But, first, he thought, maybe I should give this F-Zero thing a chance. Maybe it can replace my desire to save a galaxy singlehandedly while destroying multiple swarms of enemies. But the race did not replace that desire. Instead, it just made him crave death even more. He also began to hate the racers who drove in the F-Zero tournaments. He slowly began to put into action a way to kill not only himself but all the racers who participated in this organization. He would destroy this galaxy's biggest event just as the galaxy had destroyed his life.

And so, James McCloud aka Wandering became the Suicide Bomber. He decided to blow everything associated with this race up. He had a moment of remorse at Big Blue but put those thoughts aside. He began working on his third timebomb that he was going to plant when he realized that he was not alone. Another racer was in his lab. "What are you doing here?" James asked. "How did you find me?" "I followed you over here," replied the racer, "Interesting hobby you have going on here." James realized the intruder could see all his plans and explosives and equipment lying around the shop. He'd have to kill the intruder. James reached under a table and pressed a self-detonating switch. Nothing happened. "Trying to blow us up?" asked the intruder, "I took care to dismantle your your bombs before showing myself." Well, there was only one way to settle this now, thought James. Brute Force. He began flexing his muscles and the strain tore the shirt he was wearing to pieces. The sight caused the intruder to vomit. James ran towards the racer but slipped on the vomit and cracked his head on the metal casings for his bombs. James was dead. "Not my best work but it will do, thought the killer. The intruder began searching through James records. Not only was James the suicide bomber but he was also the corrupted townie of the MaxVelocity Mafia. The killer then set up the timebomb James had been working on. He left the lab and a short time later the timebomb blew up, thereby removing any trace he had visited.

Meanwhile, word had spread among the racers that there was someone blackmailing a member of the Legends Mafia. Basically, the racers had a mole for them in the mafia. Now this mole was reporting that it was the only one left of the mafia. So, the townies effectively had a townie mafia working for them. Although this was cause for more celebrations, they were still cautious. After all, this mole was only working for them since it was being blackmailed. What would happen if the blackmail stopped they wondered? At least it slowed down the MaxVelocity Mafia. The racers began talking about how they now had the power of a mafia. If they knew who all the normal racers were, they would then know who the mafia members were by process of elimination. John Tanaka aka CouchMonkey felt he had a good headstart. "I can trust my Jody Summer," he said. Word got around of this claim. Some time after, John recieved a note from Jody asking to meet him and discuss "aligning" themselves together. Finally, thought John, she's noticed me. I knew with Captain Falcon out of the picture she'd come around. John went to the dark alley that Jody had asked to meet him in. I guess she wants it dark to be romantic, he thought. Coming up behind "Jody", John grabbed her in a hug and squeezed. The next thing he knew, his arms were wet because two water ballons had just burst. "You're not Jody," gasped John in surprise. "No, I'm not," said the person pretending to be Jody. The person took off the mask they were wearing. "I'm the Legends Mafia. I don't know if you're MaxVelocity or not but I'm about to find out," said the mole. Then he took out a gun and shot John. Rooting through John's wallet produced a ton of photo's taken by John of Jody Summer. Pictures of her racing, shopping, talking to people, getting dressed and even going to the bathroom. John was most likely a stalker but he was also just a regular racer or townie. After word of the hit spread, talk soon went from who the townie mafia should hit to should the townie mafia hit.

The racers prepared for their next race. People began protesting that the race should not be held. After waht happened at Areopolois and Big Blue, planet officails began worrying that the damage may affect their world instead of just the racers. But with the bomb sabatage situation seeming to be under control, the chance of disaster seemed less likely. But what officials didn't know was that their was still one timebomb ticking away. Waiting for the moment to go off at any time. Would the time be now? As the storm raged in Lightning's sky, racers couldn't help but wonder if today would be a day of reckoning.