It must have been Sunday today. Things had been so quiet. That is, until the speakers started sounding off in the virtual arena.
DAH DAH DAH dah di DAH dah di DAH
DAH DAH DAH dah di DAH dah di DAH
And with that a figure made an entrance. A giant of a man, 10’ tall or more, dressed in a black cloak that swirled as he walked, with black boots that struck the ground with an impact sufficient to make the floor shake as he walked. His face was hidden under a black mask, around his neck was a rope tied with what looked like a hangman’s noose and cut very short, and he carried at port arms the largest hammer anyone had ever seen (short of a piledriver).
As he walked closer, however, the folds of his cloak parted revealing that, instead of the expected black chestplate, he was wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the legend
I♥
NY
He came to a stop, planted the head of the hammer on the ground and rested his hands atop the haft of the hammer, surveying the contenders impartially, He struck fear into all of the observers; man and woman alike, none of them could repress the thought “He’s come for me…”
Throughout the Day, he watched. Watched the manoevreings of the players as they tried to edge away from him, tried to make sure that someone else was caught by the hammer. Here, Fretful Porpentine was being propelled closer by BlaM and Zsofia, while there One and Only Wanderers was struggling against Hero from Sector 7G and ok11. Many seemed content to stay out of range of that hammer and say nothing.
Nightfall came quickly. Used to long Days and having time to mull over and discuss issues, the server’s sudden failure caught everyone unawares. The arena went dark as power went out, there was a swish, a sudden SPLAT, and everyone was knocked to the ground as it shook in response to some mighty blow.
When eyes accustomed to the subdued light of the glow from the residual energy of the Sun, they picked themselves up and looked around. There was no sign of the Watcher, and there was a large crater in the ground. They counted heads, finding the same number of people. It took a few seconds to realise that among them, dirty and in battered clothes from his long Day’s excursion, was amrussell, who had evidently climbed out of the Pit. Counting heads again, they realised that Fretful Porpentine was now missing.
One and Only Wanderers aka, Ned Gotti, a PFK Doctor has met the end of the game.
Additionally, amrussell is allowed to participate once again.
You know the drill by now. Two hours for any analytical posts you had on the go. ETA for repairs 48 hours from this post, so Day starts at 6am Thursday 27th. Those players with Night actions have until then to submit them.
