Night 3 Results
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"Chief, I'm picking up something - and it's big," Cortana warned, but it was an unnecessary one.
The scraping of an axe blade on concrete alerted Master Chief to its presence. He checked the clip, turned and fired. The street erupted with the sound of gunfire, but not a single bullet hit its target.
Each one disintegrated right before they could hit the axe wielder, destroyed by an unseen presence, a force field. Somebody was watching over the hulking monstrosity.
Swing, slice, thud....."Chief? Oh my God....Chief!"
Dutchy is dead, he was Master Chief, town aligned faceless tin can
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The pleasured groans alerted him to their presence, but they were not the usual groans, they were powerful, and this silver haired man wanted power.
In the shadows he waited, his Masamune drawn, blood lust in his eyes. She gingerly left the house, satisfied that her target wouldn't have the energy to move another muscle tonight.
Her tightly sculpted figure meant nothing, all he wanted was the power she held. He emerged swiftly, and cut with the chilling precision of an ice wind, slicing her fiery red hair clean off.
He knelt down, the fact she was still warm didn't enter his mind, he claimed her power for his own, making haste as he escape into the night.
Ozzy is dead, he was Joanna Dark, town aligned leather clad sexpot
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Sephiroth thought he had escaped unseen, but one person was watching him closely, stepping out to block his path.
"What do you want?" Sephiroth asked in his usual monotone.
The blonde man with sunglasses smiled back, hiding the anger he was feeling. His disciple had taken his own life, he needed another.
"That power," Sephiroth said. "I must have it."
Sephiroth charged, but the blonde man moved at bullet speed, dodging his attacks. Something was in hid hand, and as Sephiroth swung overhead, he jammed the red oval bug right into his chest.
Sephiroth stumbled backwards, looking down. His eyes lifted, the two smiled at each other. With a gentle flick, Sephiroth knocked it off.
Neither one of them was getting a result from this confrontation.
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Angry at his continued failure the blonde man came across a house, the only light coming from a computer screen. He approached the window, but there was nobody home. It was odd. Very odd. His target wasn't home, not on this night, which was odd.
The Hardcore Gamer is NOT dead, he is town aligned Hardcore Gamer
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It is now Day 4, PM's on their way out. With 18 alive it is 10 to lynch.
