McCloud
je suis l'agent du chaos.
Location: Negative Zone - The Last Great Battle of the Civil War
“Cloak, it’s me, Dagger. We need the biggest teleport you’ve ever pulled. Black Panther’s sending you coordinates.”
“I can’t. It’s too dangerous. There must be a hundred heroes fighting…”
“You either pull this off or we’re stuck in the negative zone forever, Tyrone! Do it!”
“I will try.”
A darkness envelops the surrounding area as Cloak pulls the warring factions of the Civil War out of the Negative Zone. Something is not right, however, as the heroes land in unfamiliar territory.
“Why thank you, Cloak. How convenient of you to bring me the strongest heroes in the Marvel universe.”
As the heroes scattered around the room regain consciousness, Cloak turns around to face a shadowy figure standing behind him.
“Who are you?”
“Ah ah ah. It‘s a surprise.”
A streak of light flashes before the drowsy heroes as they witness Cloak fall lifelessly to the ground.
“You son of a-”
Iron Man is the first to rise to his feet and rush toward the shrouded mass.
“Now now, Mr. Stark. I want you to play my game. But if you’re going to stubborn, I guess it won’t be much fun for you.”
“I’m not playing anything, freak.”
Two more streaks of light offer a temporary reprieve against the black of the surroundings. Iron Man’s helmet is cast forth into the room.
“As you can see, Iron Man is dead. Like Mr. Stark, each of you has been chosen to partake in a little… a little game I’m hosting. I’m hoping the rest of you will be more complacent. After all, your lives are on the line. Your identities and former alliances have been compromised. This is no world of Marvel superheroes. This is… Marvel Mafia.
A trailing laughter echoes around the room as the lights illuminate a singular chair in the center of the room.
“It is your task to find those among you who I have given the power to kill. Should you find these traitors, you may return home to your world and your civil war. Oh, and don’t bother trying to escape. You’ll find the room quite… hero proof. Please place only one person in the chair per day. We don‘t want to end the game too early.”
A final trail of laughter.
Day 1 Begins. With fourteen alive, it will take eight votes to lynch.
“Cloak, it’s me, Dagger. We need the biggest teleport you’ve ever pulled. Black Panther’s sending you coordinates.”
“I can’t. It’s too dangerous. There must be a hundred heroes fighting…”
“You either pull this off or we’re stuck in the negative zone forever, Tyrone! Do it!”
“I will try.”
A darkness envelops the surrounding area as Cloak pulls the warring factions of the Civil War out of the Negative Zone. Something is not right, however, as the heroes land in unfamiliar territory.
“Why thank you, Cloak. How convenient of you to bring me the strongest heroes in the Marvel universe.”
As the heroes scattered around the room regain consciousness, Cloak turns around to face a shadowy figure standing behind him.
“Who are you?”
“Ah ah ah. It‘s a surprise.”
A streak of light flashes before the drowsy heroes as they witness Cloak fall lifelessly to the ground.
“You son of a-”
Iron Man is the first to rise to his feet and rush toward the shrouded mass.
“Now now, Mr. Stark. I want you to play my game. But if you’re going to stubborn, I guess it won’t be much fun for you.”
“I’m not playing anything, freak.”
Two more streaks of light offer a temporary reprieve against the black of the surroundings. Iron Man’s helmet is cast forth into the room.
“As you can see, Iron Man is dead. Like Mr. Stark, each of you has been chosen to partake in a little… a little game I’m hosting. I’m hoping the rest of you will be more complacent. After all, your lives are on the line. Your identities and former alliances have been compromised. This is no world of Marvel superheroes. This is… Marvel Mafia.
A trailing laughter echoes around the room as the lights illuminate a singular chair in the center of the room.
“It is your task to find those among you who I have given the power to kill. Should you find these traitors, you may return home to your world and your civil war. Oh, and don’t bother trying to escape. You’ll find the room quite… hero proof. Please place only one person in the chair per day. We don‘t want to end the game too early.”
A final trail of laughter.
Day 1 Begins. With fourteen alive, it will take eight votes to lynch.
