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All of the maps have been confirmed, and I updated the thread to include them. I also added the Hydra (and removed that Grenade Launcher thing), and regular Energy Sword. Some other info was changed as well.

It might even have been metal, and had it's edges sharpened. The playing card could have been adhered to it's surface using some makeshift glue... All in due time.

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Round links: Round 4, conclusion Scene 4, part 2 The personality of Nessus Alpha changed overnight. Barricades, and checkpoints surrounded the compound, and were constantly patrolled by squads of Officers with leading Sergeants. Legions of eyes watched over every nook and cranny of the City like hawks: making sure that no one was safe from scrutiny. Every car, transport, truck, or Officer attempting to get into & out of Alpha were searched. Sensors were set up in the doorways of Alpha with the intent of pinpointing Chameleon Masks. The Government was not pleased with the sentries' ease of hack-ability, and the riots that ensued because of it. They ordered the Chief of Police to install better safeguards, or else the whole army would be scrapped. Yeti, and Yang (the robots who instigated the riots in the city) were de-bugged, and put back into service with the other sentries. Multiple technicians updated the AI's internal security protocols, and increased the firewalls against hacking. After weeks of stress testing, the Sentries were finally allowed back into service with the Police, and were set up like watch-dogs around the complex. A mechanical colossus standing atop a rooftop pointed it's non-lethal railgun forward, and locked it on a suspicious vehicle in a parking lot of a nearby hospital. Droning noises leaked, and the beast stepped forward. Yang-216 was inscribed on it's chest... - - - - - "-we've only just begun our curtain of terror. Look at what we've done to this city with just 5 people... what could happen next? The world's suppressed memory of the Mafians will be reawakened... and your precious infrastructure will crumble beneath our feet. This is not the age of conflict... this is the end of all ages..." The Detective rewinded some box-recorder, and played the recording again. The men within the Chief's office listened carefully as the Chief discussed about the heist at the Bank a few weeks ago... excuse me I mean only three people were paying attention: "Freaking mutants. I knew there was a secret room to that Meth lab in downtown. A whole genetics lab... But NOOO you just HAD to order us to leave before I could look behind the sofa", the Lieutenant took a small glass case containing a fledgling mimicking spider inside, and watched as it morphed into a miniature child, "We're lucky we can pinpoint these abominations. God knows how many of these things are already in the city..." "Well Sherlock, one of the containers holding the damn eggs was dropped, and spiders were crawling all over the lab. I probably should have stayed just to hear you scream". Maverick laughed causing Andersmith to deck him in the arm: nearly dropping the spider-case. The Chief glared at the both of them. Maverick leaned back against the wall nonchalantly, "At least you didn't have to mop up the hive in the tunnels under the Bank. The queen ripped off Carlos the Android's head, and it damn near took an arm, and a leg from the techis to get him back together." "Well I never really liked Carlos anyway. He stole my sandwich, and lit it on fire in my locker..." "What I want to know is why the Queen contacted the Cops in the first place. I mean it should have known we would have killed it on sight, right? Did it think we wouldn't have seen through it's mimic form? I'm not even going to ask how it got a job at the Bank..." "You're mistaken. It didn't have a job there. It snuck in while all the commotion was happening outside. I think it called us because it didn't like the Mafians getting close to it's nest or something, and it thought it could have escaped." "True. Luckily I killed the other queen in the hive before it could get away." "You tripped over a wire, and the Queen fell into the pool the wire was electrocuting. You're clumsiness is what killed it, not your "Uber Skilz"." "And where were you during all this? You said you wanted to stay outside because you were allergic to spiders, which the Doctor told us MULTIPLE TIMES you weren't!" "Maverick, there's such a thing as a suppressed allergy in which it only comes out... at random times. I wanted to be sure that it didn't break out in the massive hive of spiders. Plus an exceptional man such as myself does not partake in "Worker-Class" matters." "What the hell are you talking about, I'm a higher rank than you are!" "Yet you let me sit outside while you could have been killed by the queen. Nice job, boss. Thanks for looking out for my well-being." The Chief snapped at the two to shut-up, and snatched the glass-case from Andersmith. He sat it back onto the table, and addressed the Detective, "Are you sure you're alright?" The Detective, obviously winded, didn't look up, "Yes, Chief, I'm fine. The soundwave from the bullet just knocked me out for a bit, and I got a few un-fatal cuts from the glass. The Medic on the other hand has a bruise the size of a potato on their face, and is in the hospital as we speak." "Good... I think. Bnus better be glad to be alive. That mask, and energy shield of his saved his-" "Wait, the guy is named Bnus? Seriously??", Andersmith broke out in laughter. "No you idiot it's a code-name. All the Agents get them! I told you this like an hour ago, how did you forget?" "Maverick, I barely even pay attention to what you say most of the time." "Wow thanks, Andersmith. You passed the idiocy test with flying colors." "Don't sit on your high-horse, Commander Clumsy." "SHUT UP! How do you guys get anything done if you argue all the time? You start goofing off one more time, and I'm demoting you." The two stooges let out a frightened "Yes sir". "Now remind me why you're here?" "Well we're the guys who discovered the hive at the Bank, and called it in, and you needed some info on it." "Alright I already have all I need from you, so the both of you get out!!" Andersmith and Maverick walked outside of the Chief's office, and immediately started bickering over which scotch is better... "God they're lucky they're the rank they are. If I didn't need all the men I could get they would have been demoted a long time ago... Now onto this crap. Detective, so these Mafia freaks want to start something like the Sextillion Incident all over again? It certainly seems like it's already happening. So much for their "master plan"." "They want you to underestimate them, Chief. The Boss was right. Look at what they've done to this city with only the small band of guys they have. If we don't stop these guys then it may end up worse than what happened in Sextillion." "If you say so, Detective.", Chief took a manila folder from a case on the floor, and handed it to the Deputy Chief standing at his side. He then opened another folder, and spread some sheets onto the table, "The investigators over at Beta found the spent shell casings of the Mafians in the bank, and traced the bullets to a black-market arms dealer in Pholus, who was arrested. Pholus Alpha notified us of a witness to the murder of a Civilian a few nights ago by a masked man similar to the Mafians, and found that he was killed with the same bullets the Mafians used in the bank." Chief slid a black tablet onto the desk, and pressed a button that projected a hologram of a van, "The witness also stated the Mafian left in a jet-black van, and a tip-off from a different witness noted the same van parked by a warehouse on the docks of Pholus. A squad was sent in, and found it to be a hideout for the killer. They got into a shootout, and the Mafian escaped-" "I'm sorry Chief, but how is this relevant?" "Well Detective, the Investigators found the Mafian's journal that highlights Agents as primary targets, and plans to begin an "Awakening" of the world to start the "End of all Ages" like the Boss said in the Bank. Some pretty cryptic stuff." "If Agents are primary targets then why are they killing certain Civilians?" "That's the thing. These Civilians aren't you're ordinary every-day people. There's a single connection between the people they execute: they're either former, or currently Agents, or have had a large experience with the Government. That Banker, Connor, that was killed by a Mafian in the city? He was a former Agent. Same for Axilus Prime. Micheal Caboose also tested some things for the Government." The Detective crossed their arms, "So they're systematically hunting down Agents, former Agents, and people who have Government experience. Is it because they need something from them?" "You're the Detective. You tell me.", the Chief's communicator made a beeping noise, "What is it, Colonel?" "Sir, one of the Sentries brought someone in." "And why does this concern me?" "The man says he's one of the Mafians who robbed the Bank." - - - - - The Mafian sat within the interrogation room with a smug expression as his handcuffs dug into his wrists. Three Officers holding DTM/Law-Enforcement Shotguns stood behind the Mafian's chair, with another Officer standing by the door with an M45E Tactical Shotgun. "This room smells like burnt bread.", one of the Officers behind the Mafian yelled at him to shut his mouth, and the former groaned. The door opened, and the Detective walked in, "At-ease Officers. You three in the back can leave", the Officers grunted, and left the room as the Detective sat in a chair. They folded their arms on the table, and sat face-to-face with the criminal. The Mafian leaned back, and smiled... "Detective! I wondered when I would get the chance to converse with you. You know your friends here are pretty big jerks." "They're just doing their job." "Well their job could be done a little more delicately in my opinion. You should see the bruises I got after they manhandled me into this crappy room." "Cry me a river." "With all the money I stole I could have built you a bridge too", the Detective laughed, "You know someone called me a comedian once, and said I should do stand up." "I see why." "In a different outcome maybe. Fate had other plans for me. Being a Mafian, and running a bunch of Casinos isn't easy you know." "But killing people is?" "I really don't want this conversation to go in this direction. I'd rather just argue semantics." "I don't have all day, Mafian." "Neither do I, Detective, but you don't see me complaining. I know my days are numbered. Back to your other point, killing people isn't easy. You kill, and suffer the consequences. If not now then later." "Which is happening right now." "Precisely, Detective." Neither person responded to each other for what seemed like a few minutes. The Detective took a pen, and rolled it around in their hand. The Mafian suddenly became interested, "Am I boring you? I thought you said you don't have all day?" "And I thought you said you didn't want the conversation going in that direction". "I've changed my mind. Shoot." "Why were you at the hospital?" The degenerate put his hands on the table, and leaned forward, "Well if you must know, I went there for a check-up. Those freakish spiders at the Bank were pretty voracious. I also had a chat with a Medic as you know. The guy literally has a blue potato on his face." "What happened when you left?" "I was in my car when some huge robot walked over, and ripped off the door. The damn thing pulled me out, and dragged me here." "What's the Mafian's beef with the Agents?" "What about it?" "You know." "No I don't, Detective." "Don't play stupid, Mafian. We know you're hunting Agents." "Me? Stupid? Preposterous!" The Detective let out a sigh, and tilted their head. The Mafian responded tactically, "You said you don't have all day. I can sit here coming up with nonsense responses all day if you want, Detective, but only if you don't ask the right questions." "And what exactly is the "right question"?" "You're a Thinker, Detective. Think about it. Their blood has imperfections..." The Detective sat in their chair, and repeated the Mafian's response in their head. Many different questions lingered within the Detectives mind, but none of them seemed like they could be the right one... but then came a spark. They remembered the message kept within the Juice Box at the hotel, "Imperfections... Why do Agents have imperfect blood?" "Ahhh NOW we're getting somewhere. Now that, Detective, is a right question." The Detective leaned forward. The intensity of the conversation increased, "I was beginning to doubt if you had figured it out by now." "So Agents have imperfect blood, and you need to kill them." "I wouldn't say that, Detective. We... release them." "Why?" "The Government has done horrible things to try to keep order on this god forsaken planet. They've also done... other things. Things the Agents know about." "So you need to know what they've done, and you kill them so they never tell anyone about their encounters with you Mafians?" "That sounds a little edgy, but for the most part... yes that's the deal." "And what are you prying from the Agents?", the pen on the table rolled, and nearly fell off , but was stopped by the Mafian's hand. The man pulled it back, and the pen disappeared. "Knowledge about where the best shoes are sold, where the best coffee shops are, where the best Moa burgers are at. That kind of stuff." The Detective stared at the Mafian. "Detective you should have known I would have kept that kind of information to myself. I mean I'm not going to tell you EVERYTHING because I'm captured you know. It would be predictable of me to release all the juicy information before the plot fully unravels. A good story keeps the reader guessing, and does not reveal all the information from the beginning. You will know in due time." "We don't have time, dammit!" "You don't have all day. I don't either, but I'm not complaining.", the Detective let out a frustrated sigh, and stood from their chair, "Detective I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't trust you. If some other Officer, or incompetent Investigator came in here jabbing a finger into my cranium I wouldn't have responded." "What makes you think I'm going to survive to the end to hear your full plan? What makes you think I'm so important?" "Because you're a Thinker. Thinkers think. If not you, then another Thinker. I know I'm going to die in a few days. You're lucky I'm telling you anything. I could have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't. You're special because you're not like the other freaks in this institution. You may be a disease, but a disease doesn't necessarily have to infect someone if it's controlled. It just needs a... conduit. The disease has some sort of primal intent to infect, but a Thinker thinks before they do. And that Detective, is what really matters." "And what is a Thinker?" "Now that, Detective, is THE right question. Nephalim, and Thinker are one and the same. Remember that." The Detective didn't understand the Mafian's response. The Mafian stood from his chair. His handcuffs fell off of his wrist, and landed onto the floor with a metal clang along with a dissected pen. The Detective instinctively pulled a Magnum from their holster... but stopped. The Officer by the door flung her shotgun up, and yelled words that the Detective phased out: almost as if time was stopping. The Mafian stood steadfastly, un-wavered by the threatening Officer's words. He slipped his hand into the cracks of his jumpsuit as if he was going to pull something out... the Officer's anger could have melted a stick of butter into nothingness. The man in the orange jumpsuit quickly swung his hand out, and bounced wildly as buckshot pierced his chest. The man fell. His blood flowed into the crevices of the floor... The Detective ran to the other side of the table, and looked down upon the Mafian as his life passed into the void... The man lay with eyes closed, and a blissful smile. A Joker card lay between his thumb, and finger... End of Scene 4, part 2 Delpen9, Boss, Lynched You have 48 hours or less until Round 5 is posted

Over the top deer fly into the morrow. They prance: lacking empathy of any kind. An overture. Symbolic keys. Votes have been locked. Delpen9 is set to die.

The chicken fajitas rain down from the heavens, and usher in a new era for lizard-kind. They combust into horrifying anti-matter implosions that distort the space-time-continuum... The world has become a desolate place where only Mexican food exists. Lizards reign supreme, and Tom Cruise is forced to to do jury duty every week.

If they were the Jailkeeper, which I'm not implying they are, they could. That would be a waste of a bail imo.

I'm not sure if you misinterpreted what I said, or I worded it wrong, so I'll make it clear here for everyone to see. On even Rounds (2,4,6,8,etc) the Snitch can ask the Hosts to put someone of their choosing onto the next Round's Suspect List. This has to be done before the Suspect List is posted. If it has already been posted then they have to wait until the next even Round to use the ability again (again they have to ask the Hosts before they post the Round if they can put someone on the List). BUT if they manage to confirm their choice to the Hosts before the Suspect List is put up then their ability works. Here's how the Suspect List would look like compared to how it normally is: Mafian - Executioner RNG person RNG person RNG person Mafian - Executioner Snitch's choice RNG person RNG person The Snitch's choice of person has no restrictions related to which roles they can use it on.

No. Only unconfirmed, and alive Civilians.

Reminder: A new Mafian will be chosen on Round 5 unless the Hacker decides to not use it then. If they do use it then it will be indicated immediately. Of course the ability could be used on a later Round than Round 5. Only Civilians may become the new Mafian, and even then it's restricted to the pool of unconfirmed, and un-dead (Alive) Civilians. Continue with the killing of the Delpen9, pls.

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Yetis having inorganic dreams...

What's the most embarrassing moment you've had in a classroom? I dare you to ask for a dedicated Hello Kitty tab on 343i in the Members Suggestions/Ideas Thread.

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Anarchy has been added to the game, and is the final Newcomer. Here is the full Attendance List: I'm off to begin working on the Lynch Scene.

I believe this is the correct vote count. If anyone disagrees then go all the way back to the original Round 3 post, and make your way back here counting/sifting/re-assigning votes. 4 - Dexter Grif (Ledgend1221, Bnus, Axilus Prime, Ash) 0 - rrhuntington 5 - Connor Kenway (BATMAN, Blake Belladonna, Dexter Grif, Delpen9, The Director) 4 - Legend1221 (Ledgend1221, Santazer, Sarge) For now the votes are locked. The Lynch Scene will be posted soon unless anyone has objections to the vote count.