Sandslash7
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The Sign ups usually remain active for a few days, so I don't think you'll have to worry about it.
Werewolf XVII C: Training Tribulation. Wolf Victory. EPILOGUE posted!
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The Sign ups usually remain active for a few days, so I don't think you'll have to worry about it.
PMysterious
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Looking at the game size, you should be able to make it in Crimson.
Pikamaster
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IF signups are almost closed and you aren't back, yes, you will be added.
Pikamaster
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Yes, it is bigger than the largest game ever by 4 players.
Sandslash7
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I'm confused as to what you mean, homeofmew. Do you mean that the wolves "used brute force" to defeat the town? If so, yes, the wolves did win quite handily.
Or do you mean that the wolves were "overpowered" role wise? If so, do you have some specifics that you'd like to discuss, with data and reasons to back them up?
Or do you mean that the wolves were "overpowered" role wise? If so, do you have some specifics that you'd like to discuss, with data and reasons to back them up?
Sandslash7
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I'm going to echo what Cabd said.
The town seer crumbing and having himself found by the wolves isn't a setup issue, nor is "the wolves mind-controlling people," nor is jpulice avoiding suspicion.
The town seer crumbing and having himself found by the wolves isn't a setup issue, nor is "the wolves mind-controlling people," nor is jpulice avoiding suspicion.
PMysterious
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homeofmew: I think we should have gone over this a lot of times.
The set-ups were balanced. There IS a difference between a set-up and skill of a player.
If the set-up is bad, then its because one or two roles broke the game or something beyond that belief.
If the skill of the player made the game bad for you, consider doing something to benefit your skill to avoid the situation in the same set-up.
The set-ups were balanced. There IS a difference between a set-up and skill of a player.
If the set-up is bad, then its because one or two roles broke the game or something beyond that belief.
If the skill of the player made the game bad for you, consider doing something to benefit your skill to avoid the situation in the same set-up.
Sandslash7
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Clambering out of the roughly-hewn tunnel, the five living Rocket Pokémon heaved themselves unto the flat, moonlit field outside the Dev Spire. The pale light radiated down from above, casting ghostly shadows across the ground. Venomoth’s wings flapped heavily, barely keeping his body aloft. Golduck and Bagon slumped against Piloswine’s shaggy body. Castform floated about smugly, relishing in his team’s success on level 2B.
The soft swell of the sea could be heard in the distance, small waves lapping at the sandy shore. There was just a hint of breeze in the air. The Rockets were happy but exhausted. They gathered together and congratulated themselves for a job well done.
Venomoth looked skyward, basking in the cool air lit by the moon, a satisfied look on his face.
And the moon twitched
The five members of the Rocket team gazed upwards as the moon stretched sideways, streaking across the sky in a bright scar, bisecting the night into two hemispheres. As the moonstreak reached the earth on either side of the sky, it came apart along its shining seam.
__________________________________
Hissing emanated from harnesses and helmets across the room, filling the Rocket’s ears with ambience dissimilar to their recent experiences in the “Dev Spire.” Stretching and arching their backs, the Rocket’s extricated themselves from their restrictive harnesses, dropping tubes and gauntlets en-masse as they stepped away from the virtual reality setup. Almost as one the Rockets shook legs and arms, trying to get feeling back into their limbs, having been unused for so long.
The five Rockets gathered outside the research laboratory, gazing back through a one-way window into the room where they had been kept for the past week. Twenty apparatuses were assembled in an almost-haphazard fashion, cords and cables snaking between them along the ground like a den of Ekans. Five of them were open and still steaming, releasing the heat built up on the inside. The other fifteen were still closed.
One of the Rockets scratched his scrawny beard, six days of growth poking through his chin skin. He was gathering his personal effects from a nearby locker, each of them were hefting a large duffel bag. At the front of the room a uniformed Rocket stood at attention, his posture crisp and military, uniform sharp and neat. An ID badge hung from his left breast pocket, emblazoned with a bold, red R.
“So what about the other guys?” The scruffy Rocket intoned towards the uniformed Rocket, pointing back at the remaining machines.
“The other fifteen members have entered additional exercises to determine their placement. You all will be moved onto assignment immediately. Gather your belongings, wash, and I’ll meet you here to take you to briefing.” Uniform nodded, signaling the gathered members to break off to complete their tasks.
The five Rockets split up by gender, reappearing in freshly pressed uniforms. These Rocket uniforms were subdued, completed with close fitting pants, shirts, and jackets in dark gray and black. Red piping lined the sleeves and cap, but the letter R was absent entirely, except when the accompanying jacket was unzipped, as one of their colleagues wore hers.
“Aren’t you cold?” The newly shorn Rocket rubbed his smooth face questioningly. His facial hair had kept his face decently warm in the air-conditioned Rocket training facility.
“Aren’t you hot?” The blond female sarcastically quipped across the boardroom table. She took her jacket off and chuckled. The formerly bearded Rocket grunted, the hair on his neck standing on end as his muscles tried to keep his body warm.
“Alright gentlemen and ladies, we will begin.”
______________________________
Four hours later the five Rockets filed out of the conference room, smiling and excited. Arriving at a bay of elevators, they rode one upwards towards their destination, a shuttle system that would take them to a train terminal.
Uniform gathered his notes into a small briefcase. A small beep sounded from his collar, signaling an incoming transmission.
“Yes?”
A distorted male voice came through the comm unit. “Cleanup complete. We’ve disposed of the 15 bodies and scrubbed the chambers down.”
“Excellent.” With that he clicked his comm off and made his way to the elevator bank.
Turning, he plugged his ID badge into the receptive slot alongside the control panel, punching the close button twice and floors 1 and 2. A longer than expected ride later, he exited the car into a dark floor. Striding purposefully, he approached a raised dais, pale light shining down from above onto a single chair residing on the pedestal. Lounging on the chair was a figure with short dark hair in a fitted dark suit, a subdued R on his left chest pocket. His strong jaw complimented his built physique, and he was staring to the left, two fingers resting against his broad forehead. Levitating on his left was a Metagross, its X-laden head bobbing slightly as it rested midair.
“Sir!” Uniform clicked his heels together and waited at attention.
“Your report?” The seated figure swiveled his chair forward, facing the intruding agent.
“Project Nightcloak is proceeding on schedule. The surviving members have been shifted to assignment in Johto, under supervision of Lenard’s division Houndstooth. I am expecting great things from them, personally.” Uniform nodded and swallowed as he finished, waiting for orders.
“What about the other objectives?”
“Ebonstone Command reports full readiness with their assignment. Additionally the Blackfire prototype has been completed on schedule.” Shuffling through his briefcase, Uniform checked another note. “And… Project Inquisition’s development is on schedule. We should be seeing results within the next three months.”
“Excellent, excellent. I want to thank you for your service with this project. We’ll move into phase 4 of Nightcloak. I’ll be assigning Merkenzie to run the assignment in your stead.” The finality and ominousness of the statement made Uniform shudder.
“What shall my next task be then?” Uniform tried exuding confidence and poise, but knew he was failing.
“I’ve got something lined up for you. But you must come closer.” Giovanni stood, turning to descend the stairs encircling the rear quarter of the dais. Uniform swallowed and stepped forward. Tugging his hat tighter as Giovanni rotated out of view.
Giovanni approached purposefully, stopping only a stride from Uniform’s chest. Giovanni brought his left hand up and placed it on Uniform’s right shoulder. Leaning close, he whispered towards Uniform’s left ear.
“I’d like you to become one of my elite agents. Someone I can trust. Can you do that?” Uniform tried to lock eyes with Giovanni, but glanced to the right for a split second, eyeing the floating Metagross gazing at him curiously.
Uniform nodded swiftly. “Yes sir, you can count on me.” Giovanni switched hands, shifted posture and smiled.
“Then join me.” A twinkle leapt through Giovanni’s eye as he said the final two words. Uniform was filled with confidence; confidence in his job, his life, his purpose, and most importantly, his leader.
Uniform, whose name was Fredrik, exited the antechamber and moved back into elevator bank. Triggering the lift, he departed for his new barracks.
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Giovanni returned to his elevated platform, standing and smirking at the Metagross that continued to levitate around him. Throwing his head backwards, he let out a nefarious laugh, cackling hysterically into the dark.
THE END? OR THE BEGINNING?
This was meant to be posted a while ago, but I never got around to finishing it. :tongue:
The soft swell of the sea could be heard in the distance, small waves lapping at the sandy shore. There was just a hint of breeze in the air. The Rockets were happy but exhausted. They gathered together and congratulated themselves for a job well done.
Venomoth looked skyward, basking in the cool air lit by the moon, a satisfied look on his face.
And the moon twitched
The five members of the Rocket team gazed upwards as the moon stretched sideways, streaking across the sky in a bright scar, bisecting the night into two hemispheres. As the moonstreak reached the earth on either side of the sky, it came apart along its shining seam.
__________________________________
Hissing emanated from harnesses and helmets across the room, filling the Rocket’s ears with ambience dissimilar to their recent experiences in the “Dev Spire.” Stretching and arching their backs, the Rocket’s extricated themselves from their restrictive harnesses, dropping tubes and gauntlets en-masse as they stepped away from the virtual reality setup. Almost as one the Rockets shook legs and arms, trying to get feeling back into their limbs, having been unused for so long.
The five Rockets gathered outside the research laboratory, gazing back through a one-way window into the room where they had been kept for the past week. Twenty apparatuses were assembled in an almost-haphazard fashion, cords and cables snaking between them along the ground like a den of Ekans. Five of them were open and still steaming, releasing the heat built up on the inside. The other fifteen were still closed.
One of the Rockets scratched his scrawny beard, six days of growth poking through his chin skin. He was gathering his personal effects from a nearby locker, each of them were hefting a large duffel bag. At the front of the room a uniformed Rocket stood at attention, his posture crisp and military, uniform sharp and neat. An ID badge hung from his left breast pocket, emblazoned with a bold, red R.
“So what about the other guys?” The scruffy Rocket intoned towards the uniformed Rocket, pointing back at the remaining machines.
“The other fifteen members have entered additional exercises to determine their placement. You all will be moved onto assignment immediately. Gather your belongings, wash, and I’ll meet you here to take you to briefing.” Uniform nodded, signaling the gathered members to break off to complete their tasks.
The five Rockets split up by gender, reappearing in freshly pressed uniforms. These Rocket uniforms were subdued, completed with close fitting pants, shirts, and jackets in dark gray and black. Red piping lined the sleeves and cap, but the letter R was absent entirely, except when the accompanying jacket was unzipped, as one of their colleagues wore hers.
“Aren’t you cold?” The newly shorn Rocket rubbed his smooth face questioningly. His facial hair had kept his face decently warm in the air-conditioned Rocket training facility.
“Aren’t you hot?” The blond female sarcastically quipped across the boardroom table. She took her jacket off and chuckled. The formerly bearded Rocket grunted, the hair on his neck standing on end as his muscles tried to keep his body warm.
“Alright gentlemen and ladies, we will begin.”
______________________________
Four hours later the five Rockets filed out of the conference room, smiling and excited. Arriving at a bay of elevators, they rode one upwards towards their destination, a shuttle system that would take them to a train terminal.
Uniform gathered his notes into a small briefcase. A small beep sounded from his collar, signaling an incoming transmission.
“Yes?”
A distorted male voice came through the comm unit. “Cleanup complete. We’ve disposed of the 15 bodies and scrubbed the chambers down.”
“Excellent.” With that he clicked his comm off and made his way to the elevator bank.
Turning, he plugged his ID badge into the receptive slot alongside the control panel, punching the close button twice and floors 1 and 2. A longer than expected ride later, he exited the car into a dark floor. Striding purposefully, he approached a raised dais, pale light shining down from above onto a single chair residing on the pedestal. Lounging on the chair was a figure with short dark hair in a fitted dark suit, a subdued R on his left chest pocket. His strong jaw complimented his built physique, and he was staring to the left, two fingers resting against his broad forehead. Levitating on his left was a Metagross, its X-laden head bobbing slightly as it rested midair.
“Sir!” Uniform clicked his heels together and waited at attention.
“Your report?” The seated figure swiveled his chair forward, facing the intruding agent.
“Project Nightcloak is proceeding on schedule. The surviving members have been shifted to assignment in Johto, under supervision of Lenard’s division Houndstooth. I am expecting great things from them, personally.” Uniform nodded and swallowed as he finished, waiting for orders.
“What about the other objectives?”
“Ebonstone Command reports full readiness with their assignment. Additionally the Blackfire prototype has been completed on schedule.” Shuffling through his briefcase, Uniform checked another note. “And… Project Inquisition’s development is on schedule. We should be seeing results within the next three months.”
“Excellent, excellent. I want to thank you for your service with this project. We’ll move into phase 4 of Nightcloak. I’ll be assigning Merkenzie to run the assignment in your stead.” The finality and ominousness of the statement made Uniform shudder.
“What shall my next task be then?” Uniform tried exuding confidence and poise, but knew he was failing.
“I’ve got something lined up for you. But you must come closer.” Giovanni stood, turning to descend the stairs encircling the rear quarter of the dais. Uniform swallowed and stepped forward. Tugging his hat tighter as Giovanni rotated out of view.
Giovanni approached purposefully, stopping only a stride from Uniform’s chest. Giovanni brought his left hand up and placed it on Uniform’s right shoulder. Leaning close, he whispered towards Uniform’s left ear.
“I’d like you to become one of my elite agents. Someone I can trust. Can you do that?” Uniform tried to lock eyes with Giovanni, but glanced to the right for a split second, eyeing the floating Metagross gazing at him curiously.
Uniform nodded swiftly. “Yes sir, you can count on me.” Giovanni switched hands, shifted posture and smiled.
“Then join me.” A twinkle leapt through Giovanni’s eye as he said the final two words. Uniform was filled with confidence; confidence in his job, his life, his purpose, and most importantly, his leader.
Uniform, whose name was Fredrik, exited the antechamber and moved back into elevator bank. Triggering the lift, he departed for his new barracks.
________________________________
Giovanni returned to his elevated platform, standing and smirking at the Metagross that continued to levitate around him. Throwing his head backwards, he let out a nefarious laugh, cackling hysterically into the dark.
THE END? OR THE BEGINNING?
This was meant to be posted a while ago, but I never got around to finishing it. :tongue: