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| Game information | |
| Host | Yoruichi-san |
| Link | Death Note Rematch |
| Size | 16 Players (Large) |
| Start Date | November 14, 2008 |
| Winning Faction | Baddies |
| Roster | # player
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| First to Die | dawh |
| Last Remaining | Sinistral, foolonthehill, Fox |
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| Awards | - |
Death Note Mafia: Rematch was a game designed and hosted by Yoruichi-san based on Death Note
It began on November 14, 2008 and ended in a Baddies win in D4 (November 22nd).
Game Mechanics[]
Rules[]
The things that are guaranteed to be in the Night Post are the things stated in the role descriptions, as well as the name of those players who were written into the Death Notes to die that Night, and if the kill is successful, the details of the death may be chosen by the DNH. Anything else is up to creative license on my part, so don't read too much into it.
The simplistic "aha, a baddie, let's get him!" mentality is bad for this game. I trust you can figure out why ;P.
Pay attention not only to your role, but to the possible interactions b/w roles. That's a big part of how this game was set up. Remember...apart you are weak, together you are strong...and be willing to make sacrifices for the team ;P.
And activity is highly encouraged...to facilitate interactions as well as for informational purposes...which is important
Role Description[]
Note, only the 3 DNH have BTSC.
The Death Note Holders win if all of the Task Force is dead. They cannot kill the Shinigami. The Death Note Holders have a total of 2 Death Notes and they know each other and are in communication. However, in order to kill someone, they must know their True Name. They can write one True Name of a player in each Death Note each night, they can choose whether the player will die that night or the night after. If they choose to write that the player dies the following night, they may "manipulate" the player by choosing who the player will vote for the next day. The vote will be changed secretly by me when I do the final tally. The DNH have priority, so they may choose to cancel the non-information receiving Night actions of the True Name written into a Death Note. The DNH may also choose to write the method of death, as along as it follows within the rules of the Death Note.
- Light: Holds a Death Note. If Misa and Mikami both die, any night, he may choose to trade for the Shinigami Eyes, which allow their owner to see the True Name of one player each night. However, the trade is half of his remaining life...that is, there will be a 50% chance of his identity being revealed in the Night Post every night starting from the night the trade is made.
- Misa: Holds a Death Note. Is known by Rem. She starts out with the Shinigami Eyes, so there is a 50% chance of her identity being revealed in every Night Post except the 1st one. Misa can not be lynched as long as Rem is alive. If Misa wins the lynch vote then Rem will step in and save her by writing the name of L, or a Task Force Member of Rem's choosing, in his Death Note, which results in Rem's death as well.
- Mikami: He worships Kira as God. He will do anything for his God, including making the trade for Shinigami Eyes if Misa dies before him. If Misa or Light dies before him, he gains hold of a Death Note.
The Shinigami each have their own Death Note. However, they must choose wisely whether or not to use them. They have Shinigami Eyes because they are Shinigami and hence did not have to do the trade. Each night each of them choose someone to see the true name of with their Shinigami Eyes. Ryuk can kill on even nights and Rem can kill on odd nights, except the first one. The DNH have priority, they write the names of their chosen victims first, so if the Shinigami choose a person that the DNH have already written, the Shinigami Death Note is ineffective. They also each have their own win condition. Ryuk is in it for his own amusement while Rem is in love with Misa. Cannot kill the DNH.
- Ryuk: Wins if he is able to be the one to end Light's life by writing Light's name in his Death Note. There are two ways he can do this: (1) if he and Light are the only ones left alive he will write Light's name in his Death Note and kill him or (2) if Light is lynched and Ryuk is still in the game, Ryuk will write Light's name in his Death Note instead. He knows the identity of Light.
- Rem: Wins if Misa is alive at the end of the game. Knows Misa, and Misa cannot be lynched while Rem is alive. If Misa wins the lynch vote then Rem will step in and save her by writing the name of L, or a Task Force member of Rem's choosing if L is dead, in his Death Note, which results in Rem's death as well.
The Task Force wins if the Death Note Holders and the Shinigami are dead/gone. Here are their True Names:
- L: A resourceful and intelligent person, he has a plethora of abilities at his disposal. He may choose one action or none each Night. However, since this is a game for their lives, each ability comes with a risk, that is, a % chance that his identity will be revealed to the Death Note Holders secretly that Night(he does not know):
- See True Name of a player - 80% chance of being revealed.
- See the last vote of a role – 60% chance of being revealed.
- See action last taken by a role – 40% chance of being revealed.
- Get a random Task Force Member name – 20% chance of being revealed.
- Watari: L's retainer. Privy to L's secrets, including L's identity. Acts as L's public face. As long as Watari is alive, L may PM me a message to put in the Night Post. Once in the entire game, Watari may use his influence to save one person from being lynched. Must PM me before the Day ends.
- Naomi Misora: Armed with the information he left her, she seeks justice for her fiancé who was killed by Kira. Every Day she receives information from one who was killed by Kira. After every Night Post and before the end of the Day the players died by having the DNH write their names in a Death Note may PM me a message to send to Naomi. If more than one player is killed by the DNH in the Night Post, then she chooses which one to receive a message from.
- Chief Yagami: Once held a Death Note. May choose at any time to trade for Shinigami Eyes (which is an anytime action, and does not count as a Night action), which will allow him to see the True Name of a player every night, however, there is a 50% chance his identity will be revealed in the Night Post every night from the Night the trade is made.
- Aizawa: He is a wary individual. He can lay little "traps". Each Night he chooses a player to "trap" by guessing who that player will vote for in the Day. If his guess is correct, then the "trap" is sprung and he learns the True Name of the player.
- Matsuda: He is bright-eyed and optimistic and naïve…just the kind of person the Shinigami can't stand. He can choose one player a night to give an apple to and if that person is chosen by a Shinigami to kill that night the Shinigami will eat the apple instead and the player will be saved.
- Mogi: Strong, quiet, and reserved, he is highly skilled at tailing. Every Day he may choose a player to follow for the coming Night (must PM me before the Day Post), and if they die that Night he will learn the name of the player who wrote them into their Death Note after the Day Post. Cannot follow the same person two Nights in a row. The following counts as a Night action.
- Aiber: A professional con-man who works for L. Every night he can choose to disguise himself as another player. If he is checked by the Shinigami Eyes, he appears as the True Name of that player.
- Wedy: A former thief in the hire of L, she has a knack for planting bugs. Every Day she may choose two True Names to facilitate contact between the following Night, i.e. one True Name may PM me a message which I will PM to the True Name. Wedy chooses which True Name is to send the PM and which True Name is to receive it.
- Mellow and Near: they are L's successors. As long as L is alive, they have no abilities. Once L dies, they each inherit L's abilities. However, since they can surpass L when they work together, if both choose the same ability and same target the chance of being revealed gets cut in half for each, otherwise the chance to be revealed is the same as for L.
Host's Summary[]
Game Idea and Expectations[]
Game[]
Congratulations DNH and Rem! (Sorry the ending is not as awesome as I would have liked, but the fever is hindering my writing abilities right now...XP)
Great job Task Force! Thanks for never giving up...you're all truly worthy warriors in the war for Justice. You all did splendidly, and helped me a lot demonstrating what I need to tweak for future DNMs, so thank you for that! ;)
Special notices to Prof. Templeton for his great job fooling the DNH into thinking he was L at the beginning...I was rooting for you! :D And to Itachi for figuring out Ben Law was Ryuk B)) . For dawh for his always insightful way of looking at things and trying to figure out the best strategies :ph34r:. For JS for putting so much thought and effort into his albeit brief span as L. Thanks to everyone for their praise about the Posts...it's good to have your art appreciated ;). And of course, thanks to everyone for trying their best! :D
(Do I even need to say anything to the DNH's? ;P You guys know you rocked.)
Changes to future R versions of DNM: only Light's Death Note can manipulate votes. Aiber will be able to not only disguise himself but also to disguise the person he chooses. I like the idea Sinistral brought up about suicide, although I need to figure out a way for the person to figure out that their being manipulated beforehand...hmmm...Also, the "things to remember" section is going to grow to include more clarifications about the Posts and advice...as well as in the amount as asterisks ;P
Anyways, the next DNM will probably be Interlude, since I'm excited about the whole Light/L duality and Light not knowing he's Light. Still working on it though, so it probably won't be for awhile...and right now I'm ready to go for something less intense, and the prologue for M4F14-8 is burning a hole in my hard drive...hehe ;P
dawh, on Nov 22 2008, 10:42 PM, said: Unfortunately, the the DNH were able to correctly guess two names for their death notes, which gave them the voting majority and they won. Well played... <_<
One thing that I would add regarding this version is that Rem is not opposed to the DNH at all; he's really little more than a non-BTSC member. I think that it might work better if there were some reason for Rem to not want to follow along with Light. I was thinking that the DNH would need Rem dead in order to win or something. I like that idea because then, Light may need Rem's voting support to win a lynch vote, but Rem would be reluctant to follow along or something like that. Of course, Rem's win condition would need to be altered a little bit as there would be no way for Rem to win if Misa had to be alive. Either the TF would kill all the DNH (and Rem) or Light and the DNH would kill him...I mean, it definitely seems that Misa should be part of his win condition, but I couldn't think of an appropriate extension.
I was really annoyed that the DNH killed me off immediately, I had all sorts of plans for Wedy (and I'm sure that the TF did too. :o ) I guess I was just too much of a threat. B)) It was good to come back as Matsuda, but I felt kind of helpless in the middle, trying to figure out whom to trust. :wacko:
In any case, good game all and great hosting, Y-san! :D B))
Thanks. And you're right about both Rem and Wedy...I forgot to mention my thoughts about those (and probably other stuff I'll remember later...darn fever XP)...but yeah, I was thinking the Rem needs Misa to survive and Light dead (after Ryuk of course) before all the TF are dead or something along those lines.
And losing Wedy so early was a terrible blow to the TF. I was disappointed (sad) that Wedy didn't get any successful messages through in the first DNM, and in this one Wedy got killed immediately...what would have put the finishing touches on my hypothetical Aiber strat (where Aiber pretends to be Rem) would be to have someone secretly feed him correct roles through Wedy, and then he gives the false info to the DNH...
Oh, and your Matsuda playing was great...you made it so that the DNH didn't believe it...;P
Special commendations[]
Host disappointments[]
Alternate endings[]
Winning Faction[]
- Brandonb - Light
- Sinistral - Misa
- foolonthehill - Mikami
- Kat - Rem
Day and Night Posts[]
| Intro: Successful Drafts |
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In a secluded corner of the abysmal expanse of the Shinigami world, perched languidly upon a throne constructed entirely of interwoven blackened bones was the Shinigami King. A cracked skull mask encased her entire head, and her figure was swathed in heavy black robes. Beyond her feet, bright images from the human world flashed in and out with the waves of her slender hand. Bored, she leaned her head on her fist and muttered, “Nothing good on today…” A form emerged from the shadows and into the light emanating from the other-worldly images. It was tall, lanky and had pale, bluish-grey skin. Black cloth covered its body and black feathers stuck out here and there. The Shinigami King turned her head towards the intruder and asked in a clear, strong voice, “Hello Ryuk, did you want something?” Ryuk nodded and sidled up to the throne, wearing an over-exaggerated expression of suffering. He looked up at the Shinigami King with his best impression of puppy dog eyes (which on the big lug was a look, to tell the truth, that would have scared the eyes off any puppy) and held out his hands pleadingly towards his liege. “I don’t know what to do,” he said in his best impression of a whimper (which in his hoarse, raspy voice was a sound that would have raised goose bumps on the toughest warriors), “I’ve lost it…I’ve lost my Death Note.” Feigning sympathy, the Shinigami King nodded encouragingly. Gaining momentum, Ryuk continued, “I don’t know what happened…I sat it down next to me and the next moment it was gone…maybe it was stolen by another Shinigami…yeah…you know Gelus…he’s always so…well, jealous!” “That’s terrible!” gasped the Shinigami King, her voice laden with artificially sweet tones. “Well, we can’t let you go without a Death Note! You have to steal life to survive!” Having spoken such, she unfolded a layer of her dark cloak, revealing several rows of black notebooks strapped to the interior. Ryuk nodded eagerly and held out his hands. But the Shinigami King shook her skull-covered head. “No, no…these won’t do…” she murmured. Using her other hand, she unfolded a second layer of cloth, revealing more black notebooks, this time with characters in different languages printed in silver on the fronts. After some hard scrutiny, she shook her head again. “Well…I guess it will have to be that one…” She unfolded yet another layer of cloth. This time, there was only one notebook. On the cover were lettered the English letters: DEATH NOTE. “What’s so special about this Death Note?” queried Ryuk after the Shinigami King set the notebook in his hands. He held the notebook and turned it this way and that, studying it curiously. “Oh…” A bemused smile appeared on the Shinigami King’s face (yes, the skull mask actually smiled…don’t question the mystique of the Shinigami King! ;P). “It’s the one a certain pirate used to take over the world…in alternative timeline…before I rewound time…” Ryuk looked confused, but only shrugged. “Well…uh, thanks…I got to go…got some, uh, catching up to do on my life-stealing…yeah…that’s it…” He was anxious to make a hasty retreat before the Shinigami King could change her mind. It was a cool autumn day in the human world. The red, orange, and yellow leaves dripped off the branches of the trees and wafted leisurely down to the ground. The humans themselves traversed mindlessly along intersecting lines on the gray paved pathways that they called “streets”. Underneath a mammoth oak tree, unseen to human eyes, squatted Ryuk, scratching his head with one large thin hand. He watched the humans pass by, intent on the menial drone of their everyday lives. Ryuk tsked. These creatures were all so boring. He glanced longingly at the Death Note that lay besides him. How ever was he going to find a suitable holder? While Ryuk was lamenting the banal state of the human world, a large truck drove by on the street. On the side of the truck was painted a giant apple, which caught Ryuk’s eye and brought him out of his reverie. He felt drool forming in his over-sized mouth. Aaapppppllllleeee…..Ryuk’s hulking body began drifting in the direction the truck had gone. A few minutes later, a young man with light brown hair strolled by the tree. Having acute vision, the young man caught site of the dark notebook left underneath the oak tree. He bent down to pick it up. “Death Note?” He murmured to himself. His curiosity aroused, he flipped open the cover to the first page. He began to read, “Rules of the Death Note…” At the front desk in the lobby of the Investigations Building, a pretty dark haired woman was arguing with the receptionist. “But I need to see L!” she blurted out, grasping the ring on the chain around her neck tightly. Her eyes betrayed a deep sorrow, but were now filled with determination. “I have important information to give him!” But the receptionist just shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said in a nasal voice. “You don’t have an appointment. L doesn’t see strangers without an appointment.” The dark haired woman took a deep breath. “Alright. If that’s what it comes down to…” her voice was bathed in conviction. “I’m not a stranger. I’m Naomi Misora. I worked with L on a previous case involving a serial killer in Los Angeles.” Seeing the blank look the receptionist was giving her, she continued “My fiance, Ray Penber, was murdered by Kira. Before he died, he left me important information which could help lead to the apprehension of Kira.” Still no reaction from the receptionist. Naomi sighed and reached into her purse. She pulled out a bill and handed it to the receptionist. The receptionist smiled, glanced sideways, and snatched up the bill. She pushed a button, opening the door for Naomi to step through. On a dark street corner, the figure of a man scuffled along. When he came to under the lamp, he paused. Casting furtive glances left and right, he pulled his brown jacket around him more tightly. Then he dashed into the shadows once again. A few moments later, a second figure appeared. The light from the street lamp illuminated his features, revealing a strong, set jaw, and observant, clear eyes. The man’s movements affirmed his expertise in the art of tailing. As he glided by, there was a brief flash of his badge in the light, and the letters could be read: Mogi. Then he was gone without a trail. The phone rang, sending reverberations throughout the cluttered room. The television was on, tuned into the channel for Sakura TV. Various papers and tools were scattered on the table in front of the couch. On the third ring, the blonde man sitting on the couch picked up the phone. “Hello, this is Eraldo Coil…oh, it’s you L…” he wedged the phone under his ear so that he could pour himself a drink. He lifted the remote control and pointed it towards the television to turn down the volume. “No…I don’t have anything going on right now…why do you ask?” He listened for a moment. “Kira, huh? Yeah…I heard about it on the news…sounds interesting.” He smiled. “Of course I’m up for it. I wouldn’t be a master of disguise if I weren’t.” Finally Aiber put down the phone. His eyes fell disinterestedly at the television screen. A dark haired man with glasses was talking, lauding the greatness of Kira. The man’s nametag read: Teru Mikami. What a nut, thought Aiber. Taking up the remote, he turned the TV off. He picked up his drink from the table and reclined into the couch cushions. But battling against Kira was going to be fun. Aiber couldn’t wait to get started. This is definitely going to be interesting. |
| Night One: If Looks Could Kill...;P |
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In a small apartment, Light sat in a wooden chair by the dining table, hunched over his Death Note. A good portion of the table was covered with Chinese takeout containers, mostly half-empty. The wrappers from fortune cookies were crumpled and strewn randomly throughout. Misa, dressed in her usual fashion, bounded up to Light and threw her arms around him, causing his hand to waver on the page. “Light, light!” she cried, happily oblivious to his obvious annoyance at being interrupted. “Not now, Misa,” Light grunted through the side of his mouth. “I’m working…” A pout formed on Misa’s face, but she didn’t let go of him. Instead, she leaned her head into his. “Come on…Light-kun is always working…or scheming…” “Well, that’s because becoming God is a full time job which requires serious overtime.” As he spoke, Light attempted to remove Misa’s arms from his neck. Misa clung to him obdurately. She brought her mouth to his ear and cooed “aww…Misa Misa thinks Light-kun should take a break…so Misa and Light can…” She was interrupted by a round of coughing. The welcome (at least to Light) intrusion was caused by the dark haired man with glasses sitting across the table. Straightening up, Misa glared daggers at Mikami. Mikami stuck out his tongue at her. Oh...if looks could kill…;P Misa’s Shinigami eyes glowed red with fury, and Mikami’s name and lifespan (coded in the Shinigami algorithm, of course), appeared in her vision. She reached out her arm for her Death Note, which sat on the table. “No, Misa,” Light said, putting his hand on her arm without looking up from his work. “For the 13th time, no, you cannot kill Mikami with your Death Note. We still need him.” “Oh, thank you, God!” Mikami blustered, his eyes shining with admiration for the great Kira. “I am your faithful servant, someone who will worship you and follow your scripture as long as I live.” Casting a triumphant glance at Misa, he added “and I for one can spell ‘Shinigami eyes’ correctly…” Well, Light had only told Misa she couldn’t kill him with her Death Note…so Misa lunged at Mikami, claws extended. The impact rocked the table, knocking takeout cartons over. One carton which was near where Light had been working teetered precariously, then fell, spilling out its contents. Light deftly snatched up the Death Note just in time to avoid the catastrophe. Then he noticed one last untouched fortune cookie sitting on the table. He picked it up and unwrapped it. Sighing as he watched Misa and Mikami wrestle, he thought, oh well, that’s how the cookie crumbles, and snapped the cookie open. He withdrew the slip of paper and read his fortune: You will be successful in your work. Light couldn’t help it…he chuckled. He definitely planned to be. L twirled his fork around his plate, mashing down the last cake crumbs. Walking in from behind L, Watari picked up the plate with one hand and with his other hand placed a laptop in front of L. On the white screen appeared his signature L. L clapped his hands together to dust off the sugary residue. Then he picked up the microphone and began to record:
On Day 2 I'll come out as L. Until then... chat. Alot. Watch out for Block Voting. Wide range of voting gets more people talking. That's what's needed. Good luck everyone. Wedy: I need to send you something.
Cherry Lane was out on a walk down a hedge-lined path in a garden. Suddenly she sneezed. Could it be her allergies? Maybe…but she had the distinct feeling that someone was saying something bad about her…actually…she felt like they were writing something bad about her…mysteriously, the words “Death Note” popped into her head. CL looked around. There was no sign of trouble amidst the peaceful rows of polychromatic flowers. She shrugged and continued on her stroll. Well, at least she was still alive. She might as well enjoy herself. |
| Day One: W-Interception |
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| The sun was slowly melting into the horizon. Rapidly waning rays of red-gold sunlight streamed through the windows of the Investigations Building, and came to rest upon the enervated group of people inside. Fifteen of them sat in plush chairs around the large oval mahogany table. They were all staring blankly at the sixteenth chair, at the head of the table, which was now empty, pining for the great man who once sat there.
Star_Tiger leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, and asked, “Anybody got an idea who to vote for?” Joe’s Student’s brows furrowed in contemplation for a few minutes, then he shrugged and pointed a pale finger at Prof. Templeton. “Sorry, but your sad smiley makes me suspicious. Oxymorons are a definite sign of a baddie!” Prof. Templeton shook his head vigorously. “Nope, I’m not guilty.” He pursed his lips, then replied, “But I think the evil brownie fairy must have been Sinistral!” Mekal, who had been dozing off (those plush chairs are really comfy), and counting down numbers in his sleep, abruptly sat and and proclaimed “No, we should lynch PG! They must have been her brownies! She made them to go with the lemonade to give to her masked lover!” Seeing the looks the rest of the group was giving him, he blinked. “Oh wait, wrong game…” Kat began to say something about last night’s victim and attempted victim, but instead she hiccupped…4 times. SomeGuy shrugged. “I have no idea…” he muttered. He reached into his pocket and took out a 16 sided die. He tossed it onto the table. It came up with the number 8. “Eight it is then…” he grunted. The die had landed in front of Ben Law, who picked it up and stared at it for a minute. Then he shrugged and tossed it again. Lucky number 7. Brandonb scoffed, “I don’t need a die. I’m going for Orange. I’m voting for Sparanda.” Everyone turned their stares to Sparanda, who cringed and recoiled. “Hey, I’m just the new guy…” Star_Tiger frowned at the situation. “Well, I think JS is being paranoid,” she declared. “So I’m voting for him.” “Yeah, his wanting CL to out her role was definitely strange,” Sinistral reasoned, stroking his chinny-chin-chin thoughtfully. Slowly but surely the majority began to chime in in agreement. As the vote landslided to JS, the group members began coming out of their lethargy. JS could only stare in blank amazement as the tide of the room turned against him. Some members felt a sense of déjà vu as Itachi stepped up and sealed JS’s fate with the last vote. Itachi picked up the syringe from the table and advanced in a ninja stance towards JS. Suddenly a man holding a pirate sword and enrobed in a black costume which only revealed his eyes and a few tuffs of gray hair appeared and knocked the syringe out of Itachi’s hand. Taken aback, Itachi gaped at this masked man. The intruder’s costume fitted too tight, showing the paunch of his belly from too many pastries over the long years. The man straightened his back, put his hand on his hip and decreed “JS must not be killed today!” Then he turned and walked away, flipping his cape. The room, awestruck, stared at the giant W embroidered on the back. |
| Night Two: With A Smile On His Face |
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| The magnificence of the full moon was obscured by drifting clouds. Briefly, the clouds cleared away from the lustrous orb long enough for the luminescent rays of moonlight to ensnare the artful movements of a shadowy figure. Although his movements seemed effortless, they were calculated carefully and precisely. The clouds capped the moon once again and when they passed, the silhouette was gone.
Clearly bored and oblivious to the Night’s activities, Ryuk was loitering down a deserted street. He scratched his scalp with one large hand and cocked his head, staring at his Death Note. How strange. An unexplainable sensation of familiarity washed over him. It was called “déjà vu” by the humans, he believed. He had wrote Joe’s Student into his Death Note, but yet, he didn’t feel the power from the life he was trying to steal flow into him. Hmmm… Elsewhere, the Night’s scene was unfolding just as the Death Note Holders had written it: Joe’s Student walked into a bar. Immediately upon arrival, his attention was drawn to the figure of a woman leaning sitting on a stool, chatting with the bartender. The woman had long blond hair and she had on a slinky turquoise dress, which showed off the smooth skin of her white back, which was turned to the door. JS summoned up his manlihood and tramped towards her. His trajectory was abruptly blocked by another person, who teetered in front of him. The drunken man was SomeGuy, and he too had his sights set on the woman at the bar. “Hey…” he slurred his words and shook a wobbly finger at JS. “Back off, buddy…” JS frowned at the stench of the man’s breath. He attempted to push the man aside and continue his advance. However, SomeGuy grabbed JS’s arm as he tried to pass. Clumsily, SomeGuy threw a jab at JS’s jaw, which JS easily ducked. Infuriated, SomeGuy used his hold on JS’s arm to pivot and sling JS into a table, knocking it over and sending its contents crashing onto the ground. Glasses full of foamy liquid shattered and spilled the elixir everywhere. After pulling himself up, JS lunged at SomeGuy, and grabbed him by the waist. SomeGuy struggled, and the pair pushed themselves out of the room into the crisp night air on the balcony. SomeGuy manage to pull JS off him and threw another punch, which hit this time, on JS’s cheek. The blow sent JS into the railing, which reverberated with the impact. Getting up, JS retaliated by punching his fist, hard, into SomeGuy’s gut. SomeGuy keeled over in pain. Taking advantage of the layout of the situation, JS rammed himself into SomeGuy, and the momentum transferred caused SomeGuy to go over the balcony railing. JS stopped to catch his breath. A moment later, he limped over to the balcony and looked down to observe SomeGuy’s crushed corpse below. JS dusted himself off as he walked back into the bar. He smiled when he saw that the woman was still there. He marched triumphantly up to where she was sitting. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, sliding onto the adjacent stool. The woman turned her head, revealing the black roots of his/her hair under the blonde wig and a pair of red eyes with four black dots in them, three in a triangular shape and one in the middle. “Hi, I’m Itachicup!” he/she said in a sultry voice. On the bar sat his/her drink and a napkin containing a half-eaten brownie. JS noticed that a brownie crumb had fallen into his/her ample bosom. “JS went after it, and smothered to death while trying to retrieve it from Itachi[cup]'s bountiful breasts.” Joe’s Student died peacefully, with a smile on his face.
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| Day Two: "Shinigami Chop!" |
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| The rotation of the blades of the ceiling fan volleyed long shadows around the small crowded room. The 13 people encircling the large mahogany table were silent, lost in contemplation over the day’s events. The day had started out interestingly enough…it appeared that Kira had a sense of humor. But as the votes had swung towards the shifty-eyed Brandonb, the accused had confessed to being the illusive Light. Of course, this being the shifty-eyed one, no one could take what he said at face value. So now they were deep in thought, attempting to decipher the intentions of he-of-the-Shifty Eyes.
Itachi had come out and encouraged the Task Force to vote for Ben Law. Disconcerted by Bb’s big reveal, the dazed group lackadaisically went along. Ben Law, who had become the second victim of the plush chairs, snoozed blissfully, ignorant of the events coming to pass.
Up in the Shinigami world, a slug-like creature with stubby limbs crawled up to the throne of the Shinigami King, dragging behind it a sack full of apples. This Shinigami had heard rumors that Ryuk had convinced the Shinigami King to give him an extra Death Note, and it wanted in on the fun as well. As it closed in on the vicinity of the throne, its large protruding Shinigami Eyes saw that the pile of cloth on the throne was just that and only that: a pile of cloth. On top of the heap was propped a cracked skull mask. The jaw of the skull seemed to be laughing.
Back in the room in the Investigations building, Itachi approached Ben Law with his sleeves rolled up and the syringe poised for the injection. When Itachi stepped in front of him, casting a long shadow over the sleeping figure, Ben Law abruptly awoke. He tried to protest, but Itachi swiftly jabbed the needle into Ben Law’s neck. Ben Law’s eyes popped out in shock and his large mouth opened as wide as it could go. As Ben Law’s body began to convulse, he threw his arms out and then brought them in, crossing them over his stomach. He hunched forward and a frightening sound came out of his mouth… “Muhahaha!” Ryuk guffawed. His bulging eyes flashed red with mischief. “You think you humans can kill a Shinigami! There is only one way to kill a Shinigami…but today, I’ll be the one killing you today!” Ryuk took out the Death Note that had been hidden inside…(uh, where does Ryuk hide his Death Note in that tight fitting costume of his?). He whipped out a feather pen and opened the Death Note to a blank page, preparing to write. His Shinigami eyes scanned the True Names of all those in the room. Putting pen to paper, he prepared to begin the massacre, when… “Shinigami chop!” a voice cried. An overly-large white hand-shaped object collided onto Ryuk’s skull. Ryuk froze. A moment later, his body fell forward and landed, unconscious, on the floor. A flash of purple and orange swept away Ben Law’s body, leaving only the empty linoleum where it had been. The Task Force collectively blinked, then simultaneously shrugged and went back to the task at hand. |
| Night Three: A Rose By Any Other Name...Is Just As Thorny |
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The light in the small apartment the thorny threesome resided in flickered. At the dining table, Light was once again sitting, hunched over his Death Note. Misa sat besides him, running her small hand through his light brown hair. “Stop it, Misa,” Light said, swatting absentmindedly at her hand. “Yeah, God has spoken,” Mikami left the kitchenette area where he had been working and approached the pair. On his cheek was adhered a bandage, a remnant of the last cat-fight. He had on a frilly pink apron with red hearts dotted over it. In his left hand he held a spatula, in his right, a pepper grinder. “Speaking of which,” he continued, staring admiringly at Light. “How would God like his steak?” Misa pouted, her painted red lips sticking out as far as they could go. “Hey! What about Misa?” she cried. Mikami glared at Misa over his glasses and taunted “You’re just a nuisance. You can starve to death for all I care. In fact,” he chortled, “we would all starve to death if we had to endure your cooking.” Misa’s cheeks reddened in fury. She reached for her Death Note. Well, she reached for where it should have been, but Light, being astute and having seen this coming five minutes ago, had removed it and hidden it in an unspoken locale. As Misa threw her hands up in frustration, Mikami smirked. “It wouldn’t have mattered, anyway,” he leered. “You can’t even spell your own name, let alone, mine.” Misa’s eyes glowed challengingly. “Yes I can! I can spell my name just fine. It’s S-I-N-I-S-T-R-A-L.”
At the register inside a convenience store, the cashier handed Star_Tiger back her change. She thanked him, picked up her bag, and exited through the glass door, causing the bell to jingle. ST was so deep in her ruminations about the cute boy in her math class (he had the most amazing eyes) that she didn’t perceive the second ring of the bell a few seconds later. Star_Tiger strolled towards her house, unaware of the lavender mummy that was following her. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being targeted by Rem, who couldn’t stand there being a more kawai girl than his Misa around. Suddenly, a sick feeling invaded Rem’s stomach. Uh oh, he thought, Misa’s done something dumb again. Grudgingly turning away from his target, he took off in the air towards his ward. Landing outside on the patio of Light’s apartment, he peeped in through the window, to see a sight that was becoming too familiar. Misa and Mikami were attempting to scratch each other’s eyes out, and Light, resigned to his fate by now, attempted to ignore them. Rem shrugged and pulled out his Death Note from underneath layers of bandages. He opened it up to an empty page and scrawled Star_Tiger’s name in it. Then he paused and scratched his head. What was her True Name again?
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| Day Three: "Matsuda May Be The End Of Me" |
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| Flashback (last Night…based on a true story…hehe…dialogue taken directly from the horse’s mouth)
Light was standing by the window in his small apartment, looking out at the majestic moon, unable to sleep due to his apprehension about the day to come. Misa rushed over to Light. She flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly, wanting to never let go. Light wrapped his arms around her as well, and bent his neck to position his mouth to her ear. “Hey Sin,” he whispered softly, sweetly. Tears welled up in his eyes and a lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed and continued, “Just in case we fail, and I die tomorrow…” The words caused Misa’s embrace on him to tighten, but Light found it surprisingly comforting. His smile was bittersweet as he finished his sentence “…It was nice working with you.” They had bonded through the entire experience. But tonight, their bonding would be complete. The remaining group of 12 filed one-by-one into the stuffy conference room (with the dangerously plush chairs) in the Investigations Building. Well, actually, 11 of them filed one-by-one into the room. After taking their respective seats, they glared with anxious annoyance at the empty seat where Matsuda should have been sitting, then correspondingly glanced at the clock ticking away on the far wall. A few minutes later, Matsuda shuffled into the room, tripping over the threshold. After regaining his balance, he hastened to his seat with an ingenuous apologetic look on his face. He set the soda can he had been carrying on the table with one hand and put the other hand behind his head, giving the room an abashed grin. The room collectively sighed. Prof. Templeton coughed pointedly to draw the room’s attention. “Well…” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It appears there is a tie. I suppose we should solve this with a good old-fashioned coin flip. Now who has the coin?” Brandonb grinned to himself in triumph as everyone’s looks were tossed around the room. He always won coin tosses, so victory was his! Finally, Cherry Lane exclaimed, “Oh, I remember, we gave Matsuda the coin for safe-keeping!” 22 eyes came to rest on Matsuda. “Right!” he asserted, reaching into his right jacket pocket. After fumbling around for a minute, a confused look crossed his face. He pulled his pocket out. Nothing. He reached into his left jacket pocket. Empty as well. He patted his pants’ pockets. Still no. Befuddled, he scratched his head. He reached out to pick up the can of soda on the table and absentmindedly took a sip. As his eyes focused on the can, realization dawned on his face. The room let out another collective sigh. Then foolonthehill said “Hey, no fear…we’ll just fix up the nifty random number generator on L’s laptop.” The group crowded around as he boot up the computer. “Okay, below 5, it’s Brandonb, above, it’s the second dawh.” After Mathematica loaded, he typed in “Random[Real,{1,0}]”. Everyone’s eyes stared anxiously at the screen. The number that appeared… 1.96119. “Nooooo….” cried Brandonb, throwing up his hands to his head, moaning in pain as he clasp his skull on both sides. Through a series of indescribable events, long ribbons of bandages were dispensed from his back and some began to wrap themselves around his head. The other ribbons lashed themselves outwardly, knocking into the members of the group and pitching them into the walls. When the transformation was complete, Brandonb’s head was completely enrobed in the bandages, on which were painted long, vertically oriented black eyes. Struggling to his feet, Sparanda stammered “Wh-a-at ha-a-ppened?” An enigmatic voice answered him from behind. “He’s turned into an Egg of Kishin…from eating too many innocent souls in mafia games.” Twisting around, Sparanda cast stunned eyes on the orator. The figure was robed entirely in black, and her face was covered with a skull mask. Underneath her, small devices which spewed blue fire allowed her to levitate in the air. Standing besides Shinigami-sama was a red-haired man in a sleek suit, who was smoking a cigarette. Shinigami-sama thrust out her arm. The red-haired man threw down his cigarette and then his form disappeared into a swirl of light. The light carved out a circle in the air and rematerialized into…a Death Scythe. Shinigami-sama’s hand closed on the handle of the scythe. Her body flew forward over the mahogany table, propelled by the blue-fire devices. As she neared Brandonb, she drew back the scythe. In a flash, her expert swing cut his body in half, releasing the intensely glowing red orb of his soul. Shinigami-sama reached out her white-gloved hand, and the orb floated into it. Shaking her head, Shinigami-sama lamented sadly, “I’ve never seen a soul this corrupt…” Then in a flash, Shinigami-sama and the Death Scythe were gone. |
| Night Four: Sakura And The Candle |
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| The walls of Cherry Lane’s apartment were plastered with anti-Kira posters. They depicted a picture of a pair of shifty glowing red eyes inside a circle with a slash through it. On the bottom of the posters were scrawled “Just say NO to false Gods.”
The television in the apartment was on, tuned into Sakura TV News at 10. The pretty blonde news anchor was reporting on the shocking details of the death of Kira earlier that day. Apparently he had transformed into a monster from all the Innocent souls he had consumed playing Mafia games, and been scythed down by a mysterious stranger in a skull mask. Cherry Lane picked up the remote and flicked the TV off. Serves him right, she thought. Then she snatched her keys up from the kitchen counter, grabbed her jacket from the hall closet, and headed out the door.
Tramping up the hill were two figures clad in long white robes. They carried oil lanterns which projected their elongated shadows downwards. Suddenly, the figure in front halted, bending down to pick a flower. The other figure, whose hood hung over his entire head, didn’t see the pause and subsequently proceeded to trip over his companion. He threw out his hands for balance, but only succeeded in grabbing onto his compatriot. The two bodies entwined in a ball, and rolled down the hill. When they stopped, the one underneath pushed the other off him brutally. His hood fell back as he stood up, and his eyes glared at his partner over his glasses. “Hey, watch it, Miss Airhead!” he grunted, dusting himself off. Then he turned his eyes longingly upwards. “God, why did you leave me to have to deal with her?” “Baka-Mikami is the one who should watch where he’s going!” Misa pouted. She flicked a blonde pigtail behind her ear. “Misa would kill Mikami, only Light said in his last will and testi…testa…testa-whatever for Misa not to…” She pulled herself up off the ground and straightened out her robe. Clinging tightly to the white flower she had just picked (which had somehow miraculously survived intact during the tumble), she declared, “Well, Misa will be the one to make Light’s dream come true!” With that, Misa stomped back up the hill. Mikami looked up pleadingly at the sky once again, but his God gave him no sign to follow.
Prof. Templeton was in the Study with the Candlestick…err…wrong game…Anyways, Prof. Templeton set the candle and candle holder on his desk in his study. He struck a match and used it to light the candle, then sat down in his comfortable (but not too comfortable *cough*) chair. After situating himself, he opened picked up a book from the stack on his desk and opened it to a previously earmarked page. Then he picked up his pen and prepared to begin preparing the notes for his next guest lecture at Redrum University. An hour later, the Prof. sat back and stretched his arms. He was stuck on one part of the talk. Looking out at the clear sky and the bright moon, he thought about what a nice Night it would be for a walk. Why not? It might help him get ideas. You never know what happens on those moonlit walks…
Cherry Lane was strolling down a scenic street that was lined on both sides with sakura (cherry blossom) trees. The pale pink petals drifted down all around her, and the light breeze caught them and danced them up and around through the Night. And the Night was beautiful. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the elegant moon hung high in its perch amidst the twinkling stars. Cherry Lane stopped and stood, taking in the beauty and harmony of her surroundings. She inhaled, and the lovely floral scent wafting around her filled her nostrils. She exhaled, a peaceful smile covering her face. Suddenly, the tranquility was interrupted by the thundering sound of hoofs on the paved street. A sickening feeling of déjà vu insinuated itself into Cherry Lane’s stomach. She turned slowly, awkwardly, her movements constrained by her fear. Her eyes beheld the sight they so dreaded: a stampeding Yak. Her knees, as if from memory of her previous life, weakened on their own in terror. Her legs refused to move from the spot. The image of the Yak came closer and closer and closer… At the last moment, a man appeared flung himself into Cherry Lane, pushing her out of the way. Cherry Lane was thrown to the side of the road, and her eyes did not witness the collision, but her ears heard the sickening thud of clashing flesh and bone…
In Prof. Templeton’s study, the candle flickered, then was extinguished.
Finally managing to pull herself to her feet, Cherry Lane wobbled on shaky knees to where the mangled body of Prof. Templeton lay. Tears filled her eyes as she kneeled down and bowed over his form. What a brave and honorable man, she thought. Pain filled her heart, unbearable pain. Sakura petals floated down all around them. The pain in Cherry Lane’s heart grew…and grew…and grew? No, the pain wasn’t just from sadness and loss…there was another sort of pain there. Cherry Lane grasped her chest. She tried to breathe but couldn’t. Then her body fell over and the paved ground next to the Prof’s. Then there was only the dancing of the pale pink sakura petals in the darkness. |
| Day Four: From Dusk Til Dawn |
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| The pinnacle room in the Investigations Building was bathed in luxurious golden-orange rays by the sun drowning into the horizon. The remaining 9 people (well, 8 people and 1 Shinigami) sat wordlessly, their eyes oscillating between motions of staring at each other and at glancing down at their watches.
The silence was broken by Mekal finally releasing the yawn he had been trying so to stifle for the last hour. He was desperately battling the urge to give in to the all-too-plush chair for the second time. Taking notice, Marth stood up and offered to bring Mekal some coffee. Mekal nodded at him gratefully and then turned back to address the rest of the group. “Well,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “It appears that foolonthehill is the one getting it today.” All eyes turned warily to foolonthehill. They were hoping to avoid a replay of yesterday’s events. Foolonthehill glared at the group over his glasses. Then he began to chuckle. Unable to control himself, he opened his mouth and let out a string of maniacal laughter. “Fools!” He cried, reining in his excitement. “You think you have won, but you forget that we are the ones favored by God!” His eyes glowed, mimicking that of his God. At that moment, Misa leaped up and went to stand by FOTH’s chair. “Yeah, baka-Task Force,” she taunted, sticking out her pink tongue at those gathered in the room. “Misa knows that there are those of you who must follow our orders. She held out her hand towards Star_tiger. “Right, Naomi-chan?” Star_tiger reached out one hand to take Misa’s. But then she froze. Her other hand, trembling, was grasping the ring on the chain around her neck. Her eyes were blank, but a tear formed in them, and fell down her pale cheek. Misa’s painted ruby red lips pouted. “Come on, don’t fight it. Naomi-chan is Misa’s friend now, and must do whatever Misa wishes. And Misa wished for the evil men who killed my Kira to be die.” “Don’t listen to her, Star,” Sparanda stood up went to her, trying to offer her support. He put a kind hand on her shoulder. In one quick convulsion, Star_tiger jerked away from Sparanda and yanked the chain off her neck. The precious ring fell onto the mahogany table, where it gyrated and propagated cold metallic ringing through the room. By the time it stilled, Star_tiger was standing besides Misa, holding her hand. “Well, that’s too bad about Star,” Mekal observed calmly as Marth placed a Styrofoam cup in front of him. Mekal nodded his thanks to Marth and took a greedy sip of the caffeinated elixir. Then he turned his frown back to his adversaries. “That’s still not enough. Sorry, but foolonthehill is going to…” Before he could finish his sentiment, a violent cough came up his throat. He brought up his hand to cover his mouth, and when he pulled it away and looked down at it, he saw blood. He turned incredulous, bloodshot eyes up to Marth as his chest was consumed by more coughing. His last sight was of Marth staring down at him with a cold, blank gaze.
Mikami sighed regretfully and pushed up his glasses. “If only God were here to enjoy the new world he has created.” “Yeah…” lamented Misa. “Misa wishes her Light was with Misa.” She cocked her head sadly and stared longingly at Light’s favorite pen, which had been placed ceremoniously halfway between the two Death Note Holders. Mikami shrugged and muttered, “I guess we’ll just have to rule the new world by ourselves…all by ourselves…” A look of realization and dread crept into his eyes as he continued “Just the two of us…just you and me…for all time…” Mikami’s eyes darted to the pen also. Then both Misa and Mikami’s eyes rose and their gazes met. For several minutes, they sat there, staring at each cautiously, motionlessly as the rising sun silhouetted their forms. From a distance point, the cry of a rooster could be heard, heralding the new day, the new era, which promised to bring peace and prosperity to all… Yeah, right. They both lunged for the pen. |
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- Brandonb - Light - Lynched D3 (turned into an egg of Kishin and Death Scythed down)
- Itachi-san - Mogi
- Sinistral - Misa
- dawh - Wedy - Killed N1 by DNH
- foolonthehill - Mikami
- Cherry Lane - Aizawa - Killed N4 by DNH
- Joe's Student - L - Killed N2 by DNH
- Kat - Rem
- SomeGuy - Chief Yagami - Killed N2 by DNH
- the second dawh - Matsuda
- Mekal - Aiber - Lynched D4
- Sparanda - Mello
- Star_tiger - Naomi Misora
- Prof. Templeton - Watari - Killed N4 by DNH
- Prince Marth - Near
- Ben Law - Ryuk - Lynched D2 (Shinigami chopped)
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