by Midas Burroughs » Fri Sep 13, 2013 12:57 am
First off, sorry for the necro-thread guys but it turns out I was able to find a post that I thought the forum had simply eaten when I originally put it up. Also, on reflection, I would like to tell you all about the villains' strategy. First off, we had three strategies rather than one. Phighter was active, I was passive and LaoWai was something of a saboteur. This was not something we planned, just all of us playing the game in our own ways. It was my opinion that the game was completely skewed in our advantage from the beginning. By simply playing as little as possible, we could avoid unnecessary risks and cruise to an easy win. So I focused more on role playing the character rather than scheming (by the bye, I played The Gimp as being unaware of being a hulk. Had he been hulked by a lynching or Antihero, I would have revealed his hulk personality, The Sadominant). Also, my character was functionally a booby-trap and not really capable of acting so much as reacting. Phighter, on the other hand, seemed to think that the odds were far more even and really went into the game hard. He generally deliberated a lot before scanning anyone or picking someone to kill (my personal murder strategy was to kill people who were slowing the game down. As that was a lot of people and a very meta strategy, I don't think anyone noticed). LaoWai I think came to the same conclusion as me and was leaving little hints around for funsies. As for why we sometimes let a hero live after scanning, that was mostly just because we could also learn things by killing, so killing someone who we just scanned would be passing up a chance to learn more. Since Lind was effectively harmless, we didn't bother killing him until later. We probably would have killed the Oracle or Antihero immediately though because they were more powerful and had more aggressive players.
Also, one more thing. With a very literal reading of the rules, the good guys actually had a gamebreaking strategy. You see, the villain's win condition was to kill all the heroes and a third of the civilians. If the Anti-Hero killed someone at random every night then they would probably kill enough civilians to make it impossible for the villains to kill enough to succeed. Although, I doubt Ofi would allow this.
And now for my epilogue.
The streets of Gotham were getting quieter by the night. Before the Skrull, it had been so different. Thunder had been stolen, contradictions had been made, scrap metal vanished the minute you turned around and breaking into someone's workplace or residence to monologue at them was not so much a felony as a friendly how-do-you-do. It had been a loud stupid uproarious cacophony of madness but it had been Gotham and there was no other city like it. Now, things had changed. Costumed crime fighters had ceased to patrol, instead electing to spend their time uneasily playing guess-who in crowded dives.
There had been a glorious moment of jubilation when Chief Phighter killed the Skrull. Finally, one of the killers had bit it hard and gone down. Good was good again, the bad guys had been dishing it out but it was time to see if they could take it. And then nothing. No hail Mary, no cavalry, just more deaths. The other two miscreants just kept plugging along, making Gotham quieter and darker. The were like a force of nature or a well-oiled machine, methodically killing Gotham citizen by citizen. Well, most of the time anyway.
In the makeshift lab set up in Phighter's basement, things were going a little less smoothly. "My God, Midas," said Phighter, "could you be more careful? I swear that's the third beaker you've broken in the last twenty minutes." However, the creature he addressed bore little resemblance to Gotham's beloved sex shop owner Midas Burroughs. Instead, there was a masked monstrosity resembling some kind of bipedal gorilla. The figure stood just under six feet but must have weighed in at over four hundred pounds. His bone structure was for the most part human but his musculature was grotesquely engorged and spiderwebbed with pencil-think sinews. He wore a bed sheet safety-pinned into a crude toga and safety goggles over his gimp mask, the only thing remaining to identify him as Midas Burroughs.
The clumsy hulk grunted, "Not Midas. And hard control strength. You know I can strong more. Control not now so good."
Phighter, garbed in a white lab coat and safety goggles of his own winced at the mangled grammar. "Very well," he said, "you wished to be called Sadominant in this form, correct? Fine. Just stop breaking things. We have a lot to do and not much time."
The Sadominant grunted, "Worry too much. Gotham ours soon. Just need kill a few more. You too noisy. Draw too much attention. Like crazy rat man. You have to kill, he talk so much."
"That was regrettable," said Phighter, "but it would eventually have been necessary all the same. He was from Asia, I mean space. Yes, space. Who knows what he wanted in the long run? Collaboration proved expedient for the time being but if I didn't kill him, you would have. Or perhaps he'd have fallen victim to Sunglasses, who knows?"
"Me know. He just want have rats and not talk people. Strange man kill things because bored likely. Also try and tell people hulk me. Bored."
Phighter wished for the umpteenth time that The Sadominant didn't sound like he babelfished everything he said seven or eight times before opening his mouth. But the only eloquent hulks he'd managed to make had no eyelids and that was just creepy. Anyway, tonight was likely his last if he wasn't careful. His attempt to lynch Orange had implicated him and he was liable to be lynched himself if he wasn't careful. Maybe, it would be best to let her live. After all, he could finish her at his leisure later and spare himself the wrath of the townspeople. Heck, maybe he'd just kill Cullen tonight. The people of Gotham would probably thank him. Then Rebo. That in and of itself would absolve him of the other murders he'd committed. After all, just because he was going to be Gotham's supreme dictator, didn't mean he had to be a *ahem* jerk about it. And what if he could come to terms with Orange? An Oracle could be a powerful ally and she was, after all, English. Turning her to the dark side should be a walk in the park. He could see it all now, a brighter future, a Gotham ruled by benevolent omniscient overlords sounded far better than one governed by fear and chaos. "Sadominant," he said, "cancel tonight's murder. We'll kill Rebo. I have other plans in store."
The Sadominant shook his head, "No happen good."
"What do you mean?"
"Kill scone lady on way here. Save time. Also rent some DVDs. Watch some Seltzer Freebird with Sadominant?"
"Seltzer Freebird? You mean Friedberg? You rented "Meet The Spartans" or something?"
"Yes. Is look funny."
"God no. And also... goddamnit, why did you kill Orange before I told you to? Now they'll lynch me tomorrow for sure. Unless... unless that was your plan all along! Let me and Lao take the heat so you're the only villain left alive. All the power none of the work, you disgusting traitor!"
"Is good plan but no think. Busy run store. How can time running Gotham?"
Phighter, the most powerful and doomed man in Gotham, sat down on a stool and cried.
Resident expert of disagreeing and fruit.