King Burgundy posted:

Yup, and right now I already have a target I think is scum.

bowmore posted:

who? apart from me

CCKeane posted:

I'm pretty sure KB is referencing you, bowmore.

bowmore posted:

he isn't even voting me

CCKeane posted:

The games where Punt is town Punt posts much, much more.

I'm feeling Punt much more strongly now, I think. I'd like to hear from him before I hammer, but if I wake up and he hasn't said anything I'M GONNA HAMMER

Met posted:

I just bought Honeycomb with Twisted Marshmallows and there are no marshmallows in this box.

bowmore posted:

which is literally the only thing he says about him, no vote or anything

bowmore posted:

does it make you mad as Scum that you know I'm Town and I haven't been lynched for Meinburg's lynch yet?

bowmore posted:

Pinterest are you mad because you think that's how town should react, it doesn't seem genuine to me

CCKeane posted:

The games where Punt is town Punt posts much, much more.

I'm feeling Punt much more strongly now, I think. I'd like to hear from him before I hammer, but if I wake up and he hasn't said anything I'M GONNA HAMMER

bowmore posted:

also I'm fairly certain Punt is scum so I doubt I'll move my vote

(especially since I seem to be the other vote leader!)

Met posted:

That's all very well and good, but what is your opinion on the lack of marshmallows in my cereal?

loving christ, Punt. Get it together. This is serious.

Rarity posted:

Welcome to X-Men Mafia, a game for 19 players set during the 1960s era of Marvel's popular long-running comic franchise, the X-Men! I'm still new to running mafia games so there won't be any special gimmicks and the setup will be fairly standard, although there might one or two little twists.

Met posted:

I've seen that power role in a game before. But then again, Rarity did say there wouldn't be any overly complex roles and that should have tipped us off that TT's role claim was insanely complex.


Just a thought I'd share in case it turns out to be true. I can point it out and feel all kinds of smug.

Rarity posted:

Puntification posted:

They also post more than commatoes.

CCKeane posted:

This is a good burn.

CCKeane posted:

Would you vote yourself if deadline came and there wasn't a hammer? It'd stop the town from being split.

Puntification posted:

My ride to the airport's turned up early so I must be brief, self-voting is for losers, I'll trust in my fellow townies to make the right choice.

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Camp Anadyr
Artemisa, Cuba
October 24, 1962

Bobby raced through the military complex, the two Summers brothers hot on his heels. 'Faster! You must hurry!' The Professor's mental warnings drove them onwards as they rushed toward the silo. The day was still young, the sun only halfway through its morning climb, but their cause was too great to be stopped. Bobby burst through the door and surveyed the scene in the room beyond.

“Warren!” Their friend was lying face down on the floor, blacked out. “Hey buddy!” he yelled as he ran over. “Hey, come on, Warry. Be ok.” Scott and Alex crowded in around him, all three men concerned for the fate of their friend. Magneto was defeated. It was meant to be over! Warren groaned as his eyelids fluttered open.

“H...Hey, Bobby,” he groaned. “Wha... happened?”

“One of the nukes was fired,” Scott replied grimly as Alex pulled Warren to his feet. “What happened to you?”

Warren shook his head, regaining his composure. “One minute I'm watching over the missiles, the next I get a heavy whack on the back of my head and the rest is blackness. I guess they ambushed me.”

“Are you all right?” Bobby asked.

“Five minutes with the bad guy that did this to me and I will be.”

“We'll start going over the silo for clues,” Scott decided. “You head back to the Professor and tell him what happened then get yourself checked out.”

“Whatever you say, leader man.”

Warren turned and walked towards the exit. Bobby looked at his retreating back in deep concentration. Something felt... off. Something didn't feel right. In fact, something felt very, very wrong. He narrowed his eyes, racking his brains for an answer as Warren continued to walk away. Wait, what? That was it! Bobby's mouth dropped open in shock.

“Hey, Warren!” he called out. “Can I ask something?”

“Sure thing, icepick,” Warren replied.

“Why don't you just fly there?”

“Oh, I'm still feeling a bit shaky from that knockout blow. Two legs will suit me just fine.”

“But I don't remember seeing you fly in a while. Not since this whole thing started.”

“You're just forgetting, I'm sure you must have.”

“No,” Bobby said, “I don't. Guys, do you?”

“Can't say I do,” Alex answered. He shrugged at Warren.

“You know,” Scott mused, “Now that you mention it I don't think I have either.”

Warren stifled a weak laugh. “Guys, come on,” he said, “What are you getting at? You can't mean you suspect me of...”

“Why aren't you flying, Warren?” Bobby interrupted.

“I can fly any time I want!”

“Fine. Fly now.”

“Guys, you can't be serious...” Warren's head flashed between each of them, shocked by their growing suspicion. “I mean, I'm Angel. Warren. Warren Worthington Jr.”

Bobby immediately formed an ice club. “It's Warren Worthington III, but nice try.” He flung the club straight at the imposter, who ducked it and started to beat a hasty retreat.

“Mastermind!” Scott bellowed the warning as the illusion shimmered and the Brotherhood member came into view. His optic blasts flashed out, hitting Mastermind square in the back.

“Oh, now he can fly,” Alex joked as Mastermind was hurled halfway across the room.

“Hold him, Bobby,” Scott ordered. Bobby encased him in a thick block of ice. For a second he could feel Mastermind struggle against his bonds but then he grew silent. The three genuine X-Men let forth a sigh of relief.

“That's it, right?” Bobby asked. “No more Brotherhood want to come out of the woodwork?” The three men looked at each other, none feeling confident enough to reply.

“Yes, I believe that is it.” The Professor's voice cut through the empty air. “After the first bomb launched, Magneto confessed everything. The Brotherhood is defeated.”

“Why would he do that? He's got to be lying.”

“Even the worst of us can have souls, Bobby. Even the worst.”