Like I said, Xonar's not off my hook yet and I still think he's very suspicious. It's just that lynching him means that this game might go completely inactive and I just want this to be over with anyway. Glad Ran's lynched, hope Raz dies soon.
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Laundry's All-Stars Pokemon Mafia -- Pokeballs to the Pokewalls!
- Thread starter #HBC | Laundry
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Ramen King
Smash Cadet
@mod: please have a quick night phase
Gheb do you want the gun or me?
Gheb do you want the gun or me?
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
I called Laundry in.
Shoot Raz obv
We gonn lynch Nabe tomorr obv.
Shoot Raz obv
We gonn lynch Nabe tomorr obv.
ranmaru
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Why are you gonna lynch Nabe?
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
The only reason he isn't lynched is because he gave us guns.
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
I mean, even without looking at his role, his play makes him deservent of a lynch.
ranmaru
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What about his play? ~_^
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
There's nothing that suggests he's pro-town. I mean, I could pull up quotes, but it's 5am and I'm chilling in bed
Did you have a town read on him? Because I really don't see why that would happen.
Did you have a town read on him? Because I really don't see why that would happen.
ranmaru
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Why does it matter if I have a town read?
You should be able to garner up a reason for him being a lynch option.
What you said wouldn't convince me to lynch him. I'm sure you got a reason that you can come up with at the top of your head.
ULTIMATE MUSSSSSSSCLEEE
You should be able to garner up a reason for him being a lynch option.
What you said wouldn't convince me to lynch him. I'm sure you got a reason that you can come up with at the top of your head.
ULTIMATE MUSSSSSSSCLEEE
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
My reason for him being a lynch option is his play has been scummy as ****.
It matter because if you flip scum I want to draw connections, and if you're town I want to consider your reads. It's also weird that you're not giving your reads in the first place as you're getting lynched.
It matter because if you flip scum I want to draw connections, and if you're town I want to consider your reads. It's also weird that you're not giving your reads in the first place as you're getting lynched.
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That wasn't my point. I mean why would my town read matter when you haven't even proven him guilty, that's my point.
That wasn't me refusing to give a read.
I have given reads. You scum. Zen scum via relation. Possible gheb scum.
That wasn't me refusing to give a read.
I have given reads. You scum. Zen scum via relation. Possible gheb scum.
Ramen King
Smash Cadet
lol why are the three town players your scum reads.
#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
Why no more DKC2 avatars from you?
#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
Accidentally hungover today
V/LA
V/LA
Kantrip
Kantplay
I'm not sure, do you miss them?
Ramen King
Smash Cadet
Laundry I can't take this
Get someone to help you out man
Get someone to help you out man
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
As of this post, Ran has been lynched!
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
Votecount 4.1
Xonar: Raziek > Nabe > Ran
Gheb: Nabe > Zen > Ran
Raz: Ran
Zen: Kantrip > Gheb > Kantrip > Ran
Ran: Xonar
Nabe: Ran
Kantrip:
JTB: Raziek
Count
Ran (5): Zen, Xonar, Nabe, Raz, Gheb
Raz (1): JTB
Xonar (1): Ran
Not voting: Kantrip
Ran has been lynched! Twilight will end at 11:59 PM EST Today!
Xonar: Raziek > Nabe > Ran
Gheb: Nabe > Zen > Ran
Raz: Ran
Zen: Kantrip > Gheb > Kantrip > Ran
Ran: Xonar
Nabe: Ran
Kantrip:
JTB: Raziek
Count
Ran (5): Zen, Xonar, Nabe, Raz, Gheb
Raz (1): JTB
Xonar (1): Ran
Not voting: Kantrip
Ran has been lynched! Twilight will end at 11:59 PM EST Today!
#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
And then Laundry decreed that a cool storyboard would be written for the morning post and not give a damn about length.
N4 begins! Deadline is Saturday, June 23 at 11:59 PM EST!
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
Do you guys want to finish this? I can continue pushing it onward but a lot of my drive for this game died really early into the game and I honestly wish it'd just slip into oblivion right now. But if you guys want to see it through, I will reopen it.
Ramen King
Smash Cadet
I wanted to finish :/
Like I said you could get someone to help you out.
Like I said you could get someone to help you out.
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
I'm getting a bunch of suggestions saying people want to see this through so I'll complete this game. Storyboard and flip coming soon.
Ramen King
Smash Cadet
I'm gonna have to go ahead and out.
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
Laundry's eyes opened. He stared up at the ceiling, covered in a cold sweat. A bad dream, he thought, trying to put its events out of his mind. The agent sat up, pushing his comforter and blankets off of his body and glanced over at his desk. Dim morning sunlight fell upon his workspace. Empty water bottles mired amongst stacks of papers, notebooks, and files strewn about his desk reflect parts of the light. His laptop remained the sole clean object amongst his messy workspace. He had left it open the prior night before heading to bed, promptly leaving himself a note ("DO YOUR WORK ****ASS") to remind himself to do his work before he did anything else in the morning.
He blew it off.
Laundry pulled himself out of bed and stood up. He pulled a clean pair of sleeping pants over his boxers and opened the door to the rest of his apartment. He walked down the hallway, passing his studio and his bathroom to enter his living space. The morning sun gleamed through the large window that filled the entire outside wall and lit his entire living space. He walked to the kitchen area and filled the coffee pot with water and then flicked it on. Once the machine whirred to life, he walked to the giant window and stared out at the morning sky. The sun's rays had just begun to peek over the treetops. A few clouds dotted the sky but the pink hues bloodied the sky surrounding that golden orb. Laundry watched the daily process unfold in front of him, taking in his sights.
He stayed that way for a few moments. The surrounding forest always captured his interest despite daily viewings of it. He felt he could lose himself in those verdant, leafy hues and he'd always discover something new. It's why he pursued this apartment so hard. He loved Fortree City and this window gave a great view of quite a lot of its natural beauty.
The coffee pot finished its job and chimed a merry note to announce the completion of its work. Despite such a happy announcement, the note fell flat in the enclosed space. Laundry failed to hear the note, too lost in his train of thought to snap back to reality on a single alert. The agent was focusing far too much on the possibility of becoming one of the local rangers doing their everything to protect this city's beauty. He had been tasked to assist them a few times against local threats to the wildlife such. He was quite familiar with the Magma and Aqua gangs from his early days and a few of the zealots still existed even today, surfacing every now and then to remind people that they still thought they were a force with which to be reckoned. No one else did though.
The coffee pot chimed another merry note to remind Laundry it was done.
"Hey, honey, your coffee's done. Come back to bed, it's cold without you," came a voice from the other room.
"Okay, dear," Laundry said, snapping back to attention. He turned from his window and started walking to his coffeepot when a strange realization didn't hit him.
He didn't have a wife.
He didn't even have a girlfriend.
Hell, he lived by himself.
And a voice just came from his room. Worst yet, it was familiar to him, one he had heard many a time. Laundry turned away from his kitchen and crept towards his room at a slow pace. He did his best to keep his calm, thinking that situation may not be as bad as he made it out to be. I mean, after all, if he was right, this would be a good thing, right?
Laundry stopped at the doorway to his room. He had left it slightly cracked on a habit but he couldn't get a view of the bed. Laundry hesitated to press the door open farther. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what was on the other side. Despite his optimism that things would work out between them if this was all a big misunderstanding, he didn't really want to face that situation in the first place. Things were going so well!
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"Uh...," Laundry said, trying to think of a fast one. He came up with nothing, so he continued, "Nothing, coming." The agent pressed his hand against the door and gave it a light push. The door swung open. Lying in his bed was a woman, indeed, laying underneath the blankets of his bed. Laundry stood still, shocked for a few seconds. The tone of her voice, the color of her hair and eyes, the manner in which she lay, he had no second guesses.
It was her.
"You getting back into bed?" she asked?
"Huh? Yeh, sorry, I just zoned out there for a second," he said a bit tentatively.
"Okay," she responded, giving him an inquisitive glance. Laundry looked at his laptop and the pile of work sitting forlorn around his desk. He figured he could multitask, right? She certainly would understand, right? He walked over, disconnected the machine from its power cord and brought it over to the bed with him. As he got in bed, she snuggled up next to his arm and watched him work. This is alright, he thought. I dunno what happened last night but I'd take this, he thought.
"Whacha working on?" she asked.
"Just some stuff for the agency," he said.
"Like what?"
"Well, like...," he began, but then quickly cut himself off. Was it okay to tell her this stuff? He considered it private information but then he also thought that it was unlikely she'd tell anyone in the first place. Not only that, she was currently lying next to him, completely capable of viewing his computer screen at all times. He figured that it'd be pointless to try to keep what he was doing a secret. With enough reading and a little common sense, she could easily figure it out.
"I'm currently working on this case that's been happening in Sinnoh and Kanto recently," he said. "It involves what I think is some kind of conspiracy involving the smuggling of Pokemon but I can't figure out why. Right now I'm listing off all of the stolen Pokemon from the reports I've received to see if I can spot a trend."
"Ah, I see," she said. Her eyes darted up and down the list, absorbing the information present. Laundry glanced over at her but then returned to his work. His fingers danced around the keys as he showed off his typing prowess to this lady leaning against him. Entry after entry took seconds to input. Laundry internalized the data as he input it into the computer and ran it through a list in his head to see what trends were broken. Slowly, but surely, he started to reach his conclusion.
With just a bit left to go, Laundry stopped typing and pulled his hands close to his mouth. Thoughts began to race in his head and he began to draw conclusions.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just starting to piece together what this group is trying to do. They seem to have very little preference for the type of Pokemon stolen, as I've logged all types in here, but there are certain types they're more apt to steal. Dragon-, Steel-, and Fire-types seem to be very common theft targets amongst them, while they have little preference for Water- and Normal-types. So I have to imagine they factor in rarity of the type in their targets. They also don't seem to care too much about Sinnoh Pokemon, probably due to the availability of them, unless they're incredibly hard to come by. There are a few different Rotom in here but absolutely no mentions of a Bidoof or a Starly or a Shinx."
"Do you think they're trying to sell them?"
"Probably? It's definitely possible. I don't see why they'd target types by rarity unless they were trying to go the easy route in 'catch 'em all.' It's a safe bet to assume they're stealing them for sale. Just, all these reports seem to be from a few different locations. Nearly all of these reports came from some mixture of Snowpoint, Hearthome, Veilstone, and Jubilife. There's a couple of reports from Canalave and a couple from Sunyshore but a majority of them come from those four cities. Jubilife, Hearthome, and Veilstone make sense of places to hit, they're all large cities with huge tourist draw and a lot to offer around them. It makes me wonder if they emptied the old Galactic building in Veilstone too, we left a lot of things in there. Snowpoint, though, makes no sense. It's on the far end of the continent, it takes a long damn time to reach, and there's nothing really significant out there save for the old temple and the ship that goes to the islands. Why would they do so much damage there when they could do it on Sunyshore and get probably more from the draw of tourists...?"
"Heh," the girl said.
"Hm?" Laundry asked.
"Those are excellent tips. I will make sure to credit you for them later," the girl said.
"What...?" Laundry asked, growing more flabbergasted with each passing sentence.
"Are you hard of hearing? I am taking your advice," she added. "As your brain is probably deducing right now, I am not just any normal girl." She reached up and started tugging on her chin. A line formed around the curves of her delicate face and a mask popped off. "I am not actually a girl at all," she added. A man's face lay beneath what appeared to be a second layer of skin. It leered out, clean-shaven, dark, conniving, sinister even. His eyes shown brilliantly, a bright brown. Laundry felt like he was staring down a cobra.
"This isn't real..." Laundry said.
"Correct. We currently reside within your own subconscious mind. You currently lie dreaming within a Pokemon Center in Snowpoint, I presume."
"Welp."
"I must add, your Blaziken is quite the fighter. The sole escaped criminal of that group you both fought barely got away from it and it managed to elude capture quite well. I lost quite a good amount of money from your actions! You are an excellent trainer."
"Thanks! I'll be coming for you ****ers next."
"Really. Do you know where to find me?"
Laundry became silent.
"I thought not. And unlike those cartoonish supervillains, you will not get such information from me. You have been too much of a thorn in my side to give you my location for a fair fight," the man said.
"So I threaten you?"
"You could say that."
"Man up and fight me then, *******!"
"A fool would fight you one-on-one. If you want to fight a Saboteur, though...well, have it your way then. I must be off now. You will probably awake at some point. But I will not be leaving you alone to your devices. You deserve...a worthy opponent. Darkrai?"
The plant in the corner of the room by his dresser suddenly roared.
"Good day, Mr. Laundry," the villain said. He gave Laundry a business-like smile and then vanished with the rest of the scenery. Laundry was plunged into darkness. He turned around and a pair of blue eyes stared into his soul. A mad cackling filled the void. Two blue eyes became one hundred blue eyes. Quickly, they became an ocean. Laundry found himself floating idly by on a small raft. Fear flooded his body. That thing could be anywhere. Miles away or-
Laundry's dinghy exploded as Darkrai pierced it from below. Laundry flew feet into the air and then crashed into the water below. Darkrai swam quickly towards him, white plume above his head whipping frantically in the air as it moved. Laundry turned and tried to swim as fast as he could.
It didn't work.
Darkrai swallowed him whole.
Laundry awoke to darkness again. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. The burning afterfeeling of ten busses slamming him in the face suddenly rushed through his nervous system and he nearly keeled over. He took a moment to build up his endurances. Once prepared, he opened his eyes and forced himself to stand.
The monster hovered in front of him.
Darkrai floated idly, its gaze locked onto the agents movements. It made no movement and no sound. Laundry stared back at it, bracing for its next attack. He wanted to fight it but he wasn't sure how to beat something that could essentially warp his subconscious to its choosing. He quickly pieced together a plan of action, though. Laundry prepared his mental defenses and then stepped towards the beast. When his first foot reached the ground, its eyes flashed red and it let out a screech filled with unearthly terror. Laundry covered his ears.
"You are not hearing this," boomed his voice throughout the space.
The beast's roar quieted. It gained a stunned expression on its face, frantically whipping its head around, looking for something. Laundry smirked. His plan worked.
"COME AT ME, YO," he yelled to the Darkrai. It turned its gaze back to the trainer and let out a growl. The space around him flashed a brilliant light. Laundry shielded his eyes from the sudden flare. When he put his arm down, he was surrounded by flames. Darkrai had not moved, still floating in its place above him. It kept making a repeated noise, soft, but gristly with a touch of mania in it.
It was laughing at him.
And then it launched itself at him.
Laundry prepped for the impact, pulling his arms in front of him. He refused to run, knowing he would get burnt alive amongst the dancing flames all around him. He wondered if he could withstand the impact of this beast's attack. He wished he had something with which to fight back. He longed for a hero.
No impact came.
Laundry looked up to see his Blaziken Hi Jump Kick the Darkrai in the face.
The Darkrai went tumbling amongst the flames. The embers danced around the beast's body but no burns seemed to be inflicted to it. Its eyes quickly flicked open again and it roared to life against his Blaziken. It built up energy in its hands and shot a blast of black energy at the bird brawler.
"Blaziken, Protect!"
Blaziken did as it was told, shielding its body with its arms. A pulse of white energy appeared in front of it, negating the damage from the beast's attack.
"Now! Blaze Kick! Show that ***** how to get burnt!"
The Blaziken jumped up in the air again, and then angled its leg to kick the Darkrai again. The beast tried to move out of the way but stayed long enough to hit it with a ghastly Shadow Claw. Blaziken landed on its first leg and then spun. The Darkrai went tumbling through the air again, landing feet away from the beast. It growled, reaching up to the charred wound the Blaziken had left. It roared and then suddenly appeared in front of Blaziken.
"Blaziken, Pr-..."
It was too late. Speed Boost Chicken had taken the brunt of the attack. Darkrai used Focus Blast in front of the bird brawler and its target took the full brunt of the attack. Blaziken went tumbling around on the ground before friction finally took hold and slowed the bird to a halt. It coughed and pulled itself up.
"Alright, let's win this ****. You know what to do Blaziken!"
Blaziken nodded and then sat still, daring the Darkrai to make its move. The nightmare watched for a second, trying to psyche the bird brawler out. It then lunged, teleporting in front of Blaziken again. Speed Boost Chicken threw its arms up, expecting the assault. It took the attack, slid back a couple of inches, and then crowed.
"**** 'EM UP. SKY UPPERCUT!"
The Blaziken crouched and then pounced. He hit the Darkrai square in the chest, carrying the beast into the air with Blaziken. The nightmare flew through the air and then landed on the ground, knocked out. Blaziken turned to his trainer and gave him a thumbs up.
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Day 5 Begins! Deadline is Thursday, July 12th, at 11:59 PM EST!
Soup replaces Zen!
He blew it off.
Laundry pulled himself out of bed and stood up. He pulled a clean pair of sleeping pants over his boxers and opened the door to the rest of his apartment. He walked down the hallway, passing his studio and his bathroom to enter his living space. The morning sun gleamed through the large window that filled the entire outside wall and lit his entire living space. He walked to the kitchen area and filled the coffee pot with water and then flicked it on. Once the machine whirred to life, he walked to the giant window and stared out at the morning sky. The sun's rays had just begun to peek over the treetops. A few clouds dotted the sky but the pink hues bloodied the sky surrounding that golden orb. Laundry watched the daily process unfold in front of him, taking in his sights.
He stayed that way for a few moments. The surrounding forest always captured his interest despite daily viewings of it. He felt he could lose himself in those verdant, leafy hues and he'd always discover something new. It's why he pursued this apartment so hard. He loved Fortree City and this window gave a great view of quite a lot of its natural beauty.
The coffee pot finished its job and chimed a merry note to announce the completion of its work. Despite such a happy announcement, the note fell flat in the enclosed space. Laundry failed to hear the note, too lost in his train of thought to snap back to reality on a single alert. The agent was focusing far too much on the possibility of becoming one of the local rangers doing their everything to protect this city's beauty. He had been tasked to assist them a few times against local threats to the wildlife such. He was quite familiar with the Magma and Aqua gangs from his early days and a few of the zealots still existed even today, surfacing every now and then to remind people that they still thought they were a force with which to be reckoned. No one else did though.
The coffee pot chimed another merry note to remind Laundry it was done.
"Hey, honey, your coffee's done. Come back to bed, it's cold without you," came a voice from the other room.
"Okay, dear," Laundry said, snapping back to attention. He turned from his window and started walking to his coffeepot when a strange realization didn't hit him.
He didn't have a wife.
He didn't even have a girlfriend.
Hell, he lived by himself.
And a voice just came from his room. Worst yet, it was familiar to him, one he had heard many a time. Laundry turned away from his kitchen and crept towards his room at a slow pace. He did his best to keep his calm, thinking that situation may not be as bad as he made it out to be. I mean, after all, if he was right, this would be a good thing, right?
Laundry stopped at the doorway to his room. He had left it slightly cracked on a habit but he couldn't get a view of the bed. Laundry hesitated to press the door open farther. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what was on the other side. Despite his optimism that things would work out between them if this was all a big misunderstanding, he didn't really want to face that situation in the first place. Things were going so well!
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"Uh...," Laundry said, trying to think of a fast one. He came up with nothing, so he continued, "Nothing, coming." The agent pressed his hand against the door and gave it a light push. The door swung open. Lying in his bed was a woman, indeed, laying underneath the blankets of his bed. Laundry stood still, shocked for a few seconds. The tone of her voice, the color of her hair and eyes, the manner in which she lay, he had no second guesses.
It was her.
"You getting back into bed?" she asked?
"Huh? Yeh, sorry, I just zoned out there for a second," he said a bit tentatively.
"Okay," she responded, giving him an inquisitive glance. Laundry looked at his laptop and the pile of work sitting forlorn around his desk. He figured he could multitask, right? She certainly would understand, right? He walked over, disconnected the machine from its power cord and brought it over to the bed with him. As he got in bed, she snuggled up next to his arm and watched him work. This is alright, he thought. I dunno what happened last night but I'd take this, he thought.
"Whacha working on?" she asked.
"Just some stuff for the agency," he said.
"Like what?"
"Well, like...," he began, but then quickly cut himself off. Was it okay to tell her this stuff? He considered it private information but then he also thought that it was unlikely she'd tell anyone in the first place. Not only that, she was currently lying next to him, completely capable of viewing his computer screen at all times. He figured that it'd be pointless to try to keep what he was doing a secret. With enough reading and a little common sense, she could easily figure it out.
"I'm currently working on this case that's been happening in Sinnoh and Kanto recently," he said. "It involves what I think is some kind of conspiracy involving the smuggling of Pokemon but I can't figure out why. Right now I'm listing off all of the stolen Pokemon from the reports I've received to see if I can spot a trend."
"Ah, I see," she said. Her eyes darted up and down the list, absorbing the information present. Laundry glanced over at her but then returned to his work. His fingers danced around the keys as he showed off his typing prowess to this lady leaning against him. Entry after entry took seconds to input. Laundry internalized the data as he input it into the computer and ran it through a list in his head to see what trends were broken. Slowly, but surely, he started to reach his conclusion.
With just a bit left to go, Laundry stopped typing and pulled his hands close to his mouth. Thoughts began to race in his head and he began to draw conclusions.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just starting to piece together what this group is trying to do. They seem to have very little preference for the type of Pokemon stolen, as I've logged all types in here, but there are certain types they're more apt to steal. Dragon-, Steel-, and Fire-types seem to be very common theft targets amongst them, while they have little preference for Water- and Normal-types. So I have to imagine they factor in rarity of the type in their targets. They also don't seem to care too much about Sinnoh Pokemon, probably due to the availability of them, unless they're incredibly hard to come by. There are a few different Rotom in here but absolutely no mentions of a Bidoof or a Starly or a Shinx."
"Do you think they're trying to sell them?"
"Probably? It's definitely possible. I don't see why they'd target types by rarity unless they were trying to go the easy route in 'catch 'em all.' It's a safe bet to assume they're stealing them for sale. Just, all these reports seem to be from a few different locations. Nearly all of these reports came from some mixture of Snowpoint, Hearthome, Veilstone, and Jubilife. There's a couple of reports from Canalave and a couple from Sunyshore but a majority of them come from those four cities. Jubilife, Hearthome, and Veilstone make sense of places to hit, they're all large cities with huge tourist draw and a lot to offer around them. It makes me wonder if they emptied the old Galactic building in Veilstone too, we left a lot of things in there. Snowpoint, though, makes no sense. It's on the far end of the continent, it takes a long damn time to reach, and there's nothing really significant out there save for the old temple and the ship that goes to the islands. Why would they do so much damage there when they could do it on Sunyshore and get probably more from the draw of tourists...?"
"Heh," the girl said.
"Hm?" Laundry asked.
"Those are excellent tips. I will make sure to credit you for them later," the girl said.
"What...?" Laundry asked, growing more flabbergasted with each passing sentence.
"Are you hard of hearing? I am taking your advice," she added. "As your brain is probably deducing right now, I am not just any normal girl." She reached up and started tugging on her chin. A line formed around the curves of her delicate face and a mask popped off. "I am not actually a girl at all," she added. A man's face lay beneath what appeared to be a second layer of skin. It leered out, clean-shaven, dark, conniving, sinister even. His eyes shown brilliantly, a bright brown. Laundry felt like he was staring down a cobra.
"This isn't real..." Laundry said.
"Correct. We currently reside within your own subconscious mind. You currently lie dreaming within a Pokemon Center in Snowpoint, I presume."
"Welp."
"I must add, your Blaziken is quite the fighter. The sole escaped criminal of that group you both fought barely got away from it and it managed to elude capture quite well. I lost quite a good amount of money from your actions! You are an excellent trainer."
"Thanks! I'll be coming for you ****ers next."
"Really. Do you know where to find me?"
Laundry became silent.
"I thought not. And unlike those cartoonish supervillains, you will not get such information from me. You have been too much of a thorn in my side to give you my location for a fair fight," the man said.
"So I threaten you?"
"You could say that."
"Man up and fight me then, *******!"
"A fool would fight you one-on-one. If you want to fight a Saboteur, though...well, have it your way then. I must be off now. You will probably awake at some point. But I will not be leaving you alone to your devices. You deserve...a worthy opponent. Darkrai?"
The plant in the corner of the room by his dresser suddenly roared.
"Good day, Mr. Laundry," the villain said. He gave Laundry a business-like smile and then vanished with the rest of the scenery. Laundry was plunged into darkness. He turned around and a pair of blue eyes stared into his soul. A mad cackling filled the void. Two blue eyes became one hundred blue eyes. Quickly, they became an ocean. Laundry found himself floating idly by on a small raft. Fear flooded his body. That thing could be anywhere. Miles away or-
Laundry's dinghy exploded as Darkrai pierced it from below. Laundry flew feet into the air and then crashed into the water below. Darkrai swam quickly towards him, white plume above his head whipping frantically in the air as it moved. Laundry turned and tried to swim as fast as he could.
It didn't work.
Darkrai swallowed him whole.
Laundry awoke to darkness again. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. The burning afterfeeling of ten busses slamming him in the face suddenly rushed through his nervous system and he nearly keeled over. He took a moment to build up his endurances. Once prepared, he opened his eyes and forced himself to stand.
The monster hovered in front of him.
Darkrai floated idly, its gaze locked onto the agents movements. It made no movement and no sound. Laundry stared back at it, bracing for its next attack. He wanted to fight it but he wasn't sure how to beat something that could essentially warp his subconscious to its choosing. He quickly pieced together a plan of action, though. Laundry prepared his mental defenses and then stepped towards the beast. When his first foot reached the ground, its eyes flashed red and it let out a screech filled with unearthly terror. Laundry covered his ears.
"You are not hearing this," boomed his voice throughout the space.
The beast's roar quieted. It gained a stunned expression on its face, frantically whipping its head around, looking for something. Laundry smirked. His plan worked.
"COME AT ME, YO," he yelled to the Darkrai. It turned its gaze back to the trainer and let out a growl. The space around him flashed a brilliant light. Laundry shielded his eyes from the sudden flare. When he put his arm down, he was surrounded by flames. Darkrai had not moved, still floating in its place above him. It kept making a repeated noise, soft, but gristly with a touch of mania in it.
It was laughing at him.
And then it launched itself at him.
Laundry prepped for the impact, pulling his arms in front of him. He refused to run, knowing he would get burnt alive amongst the dancing flames all around him. He wondered if he could withstand the impact of this beast's attack. He wished he had something with which to fight back. He longed for a hero.
No impact came.
Laundry looked up to see his Blaziken Hi Jump Kick the Darkrai in the face.
The Darkrai went tumbling amongst the flames. The embers danced around the beast's body but no burns seemed to be inflicted to it. Its eyes quickly flicked open again and it roared to life against his Blaziken. It built up energy in its hands and shot a blast of black energy at the bird brawler.
"Blaziken, Protect!"
Blaziken did as it was told, shielding its body with its arms. A pulse of white energy appeared in front of it, negating the damage from the beast's attack.
"Now! Blaze Kick! Show that ***** how to get burnt!"
The Blaziken jumped up in the air again, and then angled its leg to kick the Darkrai again. The beast tried to move out of the way but stayed long enough to hit it with a ghastly Shadow Claw. Blaziken landed on its first leg and then spun. The Darkrai went tumbling through the air again, landing feet away from the beast. It growled, reaching up to the charred wound the Blaziken had left. It roared and then suddenly appeared in front of Blaziken.
"Blaziken, Pr-..."
It was too late. Speed Boost Chicken had taken the brunt of the attack. Darkrai used Focus Blast in front of the bird brawler and its target took the full brunt of the attack. Blaziken went tumbling around on the ground before friction finally took hold and slowed the bird to a halt. It coughed and pulled itself up.
"Alright, let's win this ****. You know what to do Blaziken!"
Blaziken nodded and then sat still, daring the Darkrai to make its move. The nightmare watched for a second, trying to psyche the bird brawler out. It then lunged, teleporting in front of Blaziken again. Speed Boost Chicken threw its arms up, expecting the assault. It took the attack, slid back a couple of inches, and then crowed.
"**** 'EM UP. SKY UPPERCUT!"
The Blaziken crouched and then pounced. He hit the Darkrai square in the chest, carrying the beast into the air with Blaziken. The nightmare flew through the air and then landed on the ground, knocked out. Blaziken turned to his trainer and gave him a thumbs up.
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I. Am. Never. Doing. That. Again. For. This. ****.
Day 5 Begins! Deadline is Thursday, July 12th, at 11:59 PM EST!
Soup replaces Zen!
#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
Which game is this?
#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
Oh.
So I gave Gheb the gun last Night. And uh. He's dead? So probably he got killed by scum first?
So I gave Gheb the gun last Night. And uh. He's dead? So probably he got killed by scum first?
Raziek
Charging Limit All Day
Who's even still alive?
Nabe, JTB, Kantrip, Soup (Zen), Myself, and Xonar?
Nabe, JTB, Kantrip, Soup (Zen), Myself, and Xonar?
#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
Votecount 5.0
Xonar:
Raz:
Soup:
Nabe:
Kantrip:
JTB:
Count
Hurr
With 6 alive, it takes 4 to lynch! Deadline is Thursday, July 12th, at 11:59 PM EST!
Xonar:
Raz:
Soup:
Nabe:
Kantrip:
JTB:
Count
Hurr
With 6 alive, it takes 4 to lynch! Deadline is Thursday, July 12th, at 11:59 PM EST!
#HBC | ZoZo
Shocodoro Blagshidect
Mass Claim is cool.
Xonar = Celebi
Nabe = Sableye
Kantrip = Articuno
JTB = Porygon
Raz and Soup need to claim.
Kantrip/JTB wait til claims until results are posted.
I didn't do anything last night, btw.
Xonar = Celebi
Nabe = Sableye
Kantrip = Articuno
JTB = Porygon
Raz and Soup need to claim.
Kantrip/JTB wait til claims until results are posted.
I didn't do anything last night, btw.
#HBC | ѕoup
The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.
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I got my old role back, I'm Gengar, Town Ghost Commander.
It basically works the same as the one I had in UPick Pokemafia, only with a couple of laundry changes.
I have the ability Destiny Bond. It works the same as last time if you remember UPick, If i find a secret ghost type in the game we will form a quick topic out of thread. The only prospects I see there are Nabe and T-block, and T-block was scum.
I'm immune to Fighting, getting poisoned, and ground type attacks.
Could someone catch me up in terms of claims and how the game has progressed?
It basically works the same as the one I had in UPick Pokemafia, only with a couple of laundry changes.
I have the ability Destiny Bond. It works the same as last time if you remember UPick, If i find a secret ghost type in the game we will form a quick topic out of thread. The only prospects I see there are Nabe and T-block, and T-block was scum.
I'm immune to Fighting, getting poisoned, and ground type attacks.
Could someone catch me up in terms of claims and how the game has progressed?