He's a neenja, he can handle it.

The hawks semi-worst nightmare.

Damn hawks.

Same, let me ask you something. Why in the hell did you blow up the only source of alcohol in Townston? Why without beer, this is a war... and war is hell if you aren't drunk!
Also F*CK HAWKS! They would always come at me mid jump! WHY ARE HAWKS BETTER NINJAS THAN THE NINJAS?

Mettaur
He's a neenja, he can handle it.

You've obviously never tried to play the game. Those hawk are easily the greatest threat.

maru
You've obviously never tried to play the game. Those hawk are easily the greatest threat.

You'll find that Mett's gaming experience tends to revolve around Fallout and Final Fantasy. As for your comment, ANYTHING flying above a bottomless pit is easily the greatest hazard in the game. Unless you're playing N, then it's those damn seeker drones!

I thought it was the chicken that kept trying to debrief me in earthworm Jim.

Wahoo Canada land of the Canadians! Day late am I?


Don't ya hate it when you don't get any of the gaming references?


Oh wait-
Never could beat Earthworm Jim. Means I suck

One known, yeah...ten points for griffindor.

jninjashadow
Same, let me ask you something. Why in the hell did you blow up the only source of alcohol in Townston?

We at 1337's trashcan have our alchohol and it's all stored in the vault here.

Ahh robbing originality.

We also have cookies.

jninjashadow
Same, let me ask you something. Why in the hell did you blow up the only source of alcohol in Townston? Why without beer, this is a war... and war is hell if you aren't drunk!
Also F*CK HAWKS! They would always come at me mid jump! WHY ARE HAWKS BETTER NINJAS THAN THE NINJAS?

Because I'm high.

That wasnt Roku's rhubarb pie. It was a cleverly disguised space cake!

Salsa

maru
You've obviously never tried to play the game. Those hawk are easily the greatest threat.

You'll find that Mett's gaming experience tends to revolve around Fallout and Final Fantasy.

I doubt the latter. He probably just thought the BM was cool.
Everyone knows Red Mage is the way to go.
Unless you can afford having a BM and a WM.

jninjashadow
Same, let me ask you something. Why in the hell did you blow up the only source of alcohol in Townston?

You've never been in the backroom of a Gamestop have you? There's beer, there's weed, there's everything but heroin and hookers.

My underwater lab is a brewery.

Hakoshen
You've never been in the backroom of a Gamestop have you? There's beer, there's weed, there's everything but heroin and hookers.

You probably shouldn't have said that. That tank is probably heading there, as we speak.

Hakoshen
You've never been in the backroom of a Gamestop have you? There's beer, there's weed, there's everything but heroin and hookers.

Well, looks like I'll have to rebuild! "Jninja's Underworld Emporium"! Where if it kill your body from the inside, we got it in bulk! Booze, weed, hookers, heroine, Battle Toads, you name, we got it! Coming when my drunk ass gets to re-piling that scrap.

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Salsa
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What fuel tanks?

No more actions. And the narration will be late, I got myself dragged into a cardgame tournament. I blame my relitives.

Time for a motivational speech.

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Well? Anyone?

Kroatz
Time for a motivational speech.

This is probably the third time it is posted, in the history of mafia games but you asked for it.

clap clap clapity clap.

You all have two weeks notice.

That is all.

Go read mr. mod hak's comic.

Gee! Sure is boring around here.

I just wonder what Kroatz is upto

I play other games too! Oblivion IV, GTA IV, and soon, Fallout IV, or New Vegas if you want to break the trend. :)

Mettaur
I play other games too! Oblivion IV, GTA IV, and soon, Fallout IV, or New Vegas if you want to break the trend. :)

4, 4, 4

Loving the ninja mouse, Mettaur.
Does that mean my team is winning?

In other news, I would just like to draw everyone's attention to the Drunk Duck awards!
Anyone who would like to go over there and vote for Harkovast would be much appreciated!
I got one last year, and I really feel this year I can do even better.
The mafia posse have always really come through for me on stuff like this, so thanks in advance for all your support.

Anyway, back to the war...

Our side seems at least to be more active so that's always a plus. With Mettaur out of the way, the other side is down a miner. That means we have an economic advantage, since we can haul in more income (or are the only one's who can provide income, if Mett was their only miner). No cash to buy any upgrades is a bad thing.

Also:



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Damn Hark. You did a pretty good job with those fortifications.

And now, the end is near.
And so I face, the final curtain...

We get income? Damn this game is complicated.
And I am glad my fortifications are helping, even though I have no idea where or why I placed them.

Anyway, vote for me. That's the main thing!

Zeph

Salsa
*please don't hit the fuel tanks*

What fuel tanks?

The ones at the spaceport, HE shells and liquid hydrogen don't get along too well, for that matter neither do HE shells and liquid oxygen.

Son, I hale from the light gun school of problem solving; if it is contained and explosive, you were meant to shoot it!

I would like to apologize for how late this is. Kind of have to put family first.

Narration 4: I don't have a name for it, leave me alone.

Hark looked at his fortress, he tilted his head to the side. "Well it looks nice?" he muttered, "But orders are orders" with a swift turn the cat man left his fortification and Garbonzobean behind. Moving to a new area, he began to set up a new fortification. This time he hauled various bricks to his working space. After several tedious hours of brick laying, he had what looked like sort of a wall... or a giant cat. Yep... he had made a giant statue of himself out of the bricks... how it served as a fortification, not even the narrator of this tale knows. Maybe just duck behind it and pray the mortar shells don't bring it down like the Berlin wall.

a new fortification has been build.


Kroatz sat on the edge of his vehicle gazing down into the gaping hole that was his domain. "Yep... so my hunch that this was their base was wrong.." he muttered. "But at least I got to see my nice work." he shimmied down the edge of the barrel, peeping into the hole. Several squares with fangs snapped from the boiling lava pit below. "Hello my pets!" he called, the squares shut up, and then held up signs. "STRIKE" it read. With a frown Kroatz moved back to the cockpit, aimed his gun down the whole and fired. "SHOWS YOU TO FORM A UNION!" he howled.
Suddenly he heard his cellphone ring, quickly snatching it up he answer. "Hello Kroatz here, king of blowing shit up, pitch forks, and checkered toe nails, how may I help you?"
"You'll love this Kroatz." A voice came from the other end.
"A new gun you say?" Kroatz's face twisted into a wicked grin. "Crimson dogs won't know what hit em."

A tank got the gun upgrade


Same rolled up to the side of the river, he looked at it. "Okay..." he muttered, he was beginning to questions his general's orders. "Why... was I sent to a river?" he looked around, there was nothing there. Well there was a river... some grass, maybe a mushroom... A hobo. Wait a Hobo? This won't do. Same backed up the tank over the hobo.

A hobo died.

A massive sign sat before Jabberwalky, and below this sign was a hole. The sign read "Hark's totally secret bunker" he narrowed his eyes for a moment, questioning his teammate's judgment. What part of putting a massive sign over your bunker made it secret? He shook his head, nothing interesting happening around him.

Hark's secret bunker, isn't so secret anymore. If it was ever secret to begin with.

Product let out a sigh as he recieved his new orders. "Really? I don't get it, we had a viable source of income..." he shook his head as he opened his make shift gate. He headed for a new area, he arrived at the now 'battered' loot n' hooch. He kicked through the rubble, but found no sign of life. He frowned. "Could of been doing more productive things..."

Product placement could be doing more important things.

Quickly Jninja moved in, his eyes flickering about as he watched for any sign of life. Nothing came, with a grin he snuck in through the large oak doors, the smell of years of dust wafted into his nose. He felt it a shame to destroy such history, but on second thought, he didn't much care. Half the time he was too tanked to read words. He slid behind a aisle of items, placing his package gently.

A surprise is waiting.

The smell of cookies and other baked goods filled Maru's nostrils as she entered the little white building, she aimed her gun at them, half expecting something to jump out and kill her. But nothing came, all there was baked goods, and the occasional satanic teddy bears that would stare, stare deep into your soul, as if they planned to devour you alive. And a doll or two, which would pretty much do the same thing, except unlike the teddies they had better hair stylists. A faint wind went through the wind chimes, one of the teddies looked alive. Maru unloaded a clip into as her helmet fell over her eyes. It fell over, stuffing everywhere.

One of Satan's followers has been eliminated

Garbonzo left the fortification, she wasn't going to stay there by herself, she had work to do. And besides, the duct-tape Hark had used to hold on the turret was failing... it only aimed downwards, and she feared touching it would make it fall like a gamecube out the window when the Wii came out. She moved quickly to her next objective. Reaching it, she was not very impressed by what she saw. All it was, was river. Sparkling water, and nothing more... and a hobos corpse floating down from somewhere upstream... it had tread marks on it.

GarbonzoBean discovers the beauty of nature.


Attack Cycle begins

Also, a hint. Medics do have a second ability other than protecting someone.

...I'm not dead yet?


I feel as confused as Hark was during random's game for some reason.

Gonna go to a random square and if anyone else is there...

...beware.

All in all I'm just a....nother brick in the wall.
*keeps building*