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 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:34 pm
Sign-Up Form  “Hello there, Trainer! My name is Professor Rowan. Welcome to the world of Pokémon!” “Things have changed quite a bit recently. Our entire country has been experiencing a rash of deceit, falsehood, lies, and murder most foul! Unfortunately, we’ve had to take precautions to ensure your safety. In order to be a Trainer, we’re asking all potential Trainers to register themselves in our database.” "So tell me first; are you a boy, or a girl? ... A giiiiirl? Oh, never mind. Just fill out the below Trainer registration and post it in this thread." I, [insert your name], promise to participate as according to all of the rules and vote every day. I will participate for the entire game, no matter how long it is. If I miss voting three days in a row or five days total, I will be ejected from the game. If I am found to be cheating in any way, I will be summarily ejected from the game and possibly face further consequences. I will delete this sentence from the registration quote to prove I have read these conditions.
Signed:____________________
“Be sure you’ve registered by 9pm EST on Monday, March 22nd. We’ll be closing registration at 9:01PM EST! We hope to see you here soon!”
GAME INFORMATION In honor of the recent Pokemon release, and because we are total nerds, Game 38 will have a Pokemon theme! All the usual rules apply: the Sniper and Crazed Killer will get to choose one individual to kill. The News Reporter will get to ask for a clue for either the Sniper or the Crazed Killer. The Dark News Reporter may ask for a clue to the identities of any one of the four G-Teams or the News Reporter. Last, the G-Teams will select one individual to protect. There are a few variations on who is who in this game, and eight people will receive special roles! The Sniper James, traditionally kills with a sniper rifle or pistol. The Crazed Killer Jessie, more creative with her murders. News Reporter Professor Oak. Gives clues to the identities of Jessie, James, and Meowth. G-Teams Four: Gold, Silver, Diamond, and Pearl. Will have the opportunity to save a trainer from being assassinated. Dark News Reporter Meowth. Divulges clues about the identities of Professor Oak and any of the 4 G-Teams. Trainers Everybody else, would like to catch 'em all. Remember, this is a game of lies, deceit, trickery, and murder! I encourage you to do whatever you can to either catch Jessie and James or screw with everyone else's heads. The game will end when either both Jessie and James are caught or there is only one non-murderer character left. Good luck, have fun, and sign up today! Psst- If you don't follow your own pledge, you will not be signed up!
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:36 pm
Team Rocket: By Any Means Necessary DAY 1*barabarabarabara… barabarabarabara… barabaraba-kachin!* “Good morning-evening-afternoon!” Lucy flopped back on her bed at home in Twinleaf town as she picked up her phone. “Yes, I’m leaving tomorrow, in the morning. I’ll be at your office as soon as I can.” “Borrow your Pokémon? It wouldn’t listen to me, not at all. No, I’ve already got my first as a present. A Mystery Gift…” “Yeah, some guy named Gamestop gave me this one. You’re never going to guess what it is. No… No… No… okay, it’s a Jirachi!” “Yes, like that Jirachi! Wait. What? What do you mean you hear something tapping the line?”  “A Black Transponder what?” Lucy looked around. “No way, why would someone be running interference on my line?” She sat up on her bed. “Team Rocket? Please, why would they be even remotely interested in m-” Lucy choked on her last breath as a bullet tore through her jugular vein and spinal column. A second later, the window to her second-floor bedroom was kicked in, and James of Team Rocket, with his rifle strapped to his back, entered. He smirked as he stood over Lucy’s corpse, and took the Pokéball off her belt. “A little girl like you has something as good as a Jirachi. The Boss will certainly be pleased. And how easy was that?” He looked out the window at Jessie, who was sitting on the limb and watching. “See, I told you if we tapped her, we’d get somewhere! Kid was such a nerd, she had to brag about her finds over the phone!” “You were right this time,” Jessie conceded as she closed up the Black Transponder Snail in her palm. “But I’m telling you, good old-fashioned footwork will always do the trick!” “Good old-fashioned footwork takes forever! We still haven’t gotten that Pikachu we started after!” James replied irritably. “And here we have something so much better with about one-sixth of the effort!” “I still want that Pikachu.” Jessie folded her arms. “Listen, you call the Boss, I’ve got some information on a girl nearby with one.” “It’s like a fixation with you!” James groaned. “Just because we can’t get that stupid one…” “Hey, Lucy? Hello?” James turned as he heard the female voice from the floor. He spotted the cell phone on the floor. “Lucy, what was that noise? Who’s there? What’s going on?” James quickly shut the phone, ending the call. “That, incidentally, was her.” Jessie giggled, rocking back and forth on her limb. “Listening to those two on the phone for days tipped me off; that’s A. D. Ezra, over in Sandgem. She’s an assistant to Professor Oak, working with Professor Rowan as a go-between for their research. She was pushing the little girl to take her Pikachu, but it looks like she won’t need it.” “It seems we need to pay her a visit anyway.” James smirked. “It’ll be as easy as this was. Incidentally,” he paused to look up at her. “Where did you get the idea to start killing people?” “Oh, a confidante of mine from Gaia. Old friend of mine working as a scientist: mentioned this route as part of their business strategy. As he put it… ‘By any means necessary.’” “By any means necessary,” James repeated with a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Team Rocket will experience a real revival now!” ---------------- ---------------- “I’ve got some bad news,” Ezra announced somberly to the four people gathered at Rowan’s office. “There was a fifth who was set to go with you, codename Crystal, real name Lucy. Last night, she was assassinated, and a rare Pokémon she acquired was stolen. I was going to give her my own well-trained Pikachu, but…” Ezra looked away at the little yellow rat sitting in her computer chair, who was spinning around and licking the cap of a ketchup bottle, and then back at the four trainers. “You realize that this means we need your services now more than ever.” “Well, yeah, but what do you expect us to do?” The trainer wearing a hat with a D on it asked, folding his arms. “I’ve detected a flurry of information about a plot by Team Rocket to have two of their agents infiltrate a group of visiting trainers from overseas and kill and steal their Pokémon. I’m asking you four to infiltrate too. In my possession, I’ve got four Pokémon that will assist you.” Ezra passed around four specially marked Pokéballs. “You need to find her assassins. If they took down a small fry like Lucy, no doubt there are other trainers at risk too!” Ezra smiled as all four trainers examined the contents of their respective balls on their Pokédexes. “Professor Oak is looking for any clues he can find on the Net to the killer’s identity, he’ll forward them when he finds them. You four keep your eyes peeled, and do whatever you can! Diamond, Pearl, Gold, Silver, my faith is in you.” “We’ve got it!” The trainers gave Ezra a quick salute, and ran off. Ezra smiled, closed the door, and turned back to her Pikachu. “Well, buddy, how about a trip to the coffee shop? I could use a chai latté, and I bet you’d like a tomato juice-” Ezra suddenly coughed, covering her mouth. “That smell- Pikachu!” She grabbed her pet into her arms and pulled the bottom of her shirt over its mouth and nose. She held her tight with both hands, coughing and gagging on the deadly gas that was filling the room. Pikachu twisted against Ezra’s grasp, wanting to save her owner, but Ezra was adamant. Pikachu struggled in her now limp hands as the gas cleared. Jessie pushed the vent open, adjusted the gas mask over her nose, and jumped into the office. She plucked a tearful Pikachu from the floor and captured it in a special Rocket-theft ball. “Meowth, did you hear that?” She spoke into the walkie-talkie on her wrist. “Four trainers and Professor Oak are looking for us.” “Roger that, Jess,” Meowth squawked back. “Hey, I’ll try and get some information on them! You keep doing what you’re doing. We’re finally getting something right!” ---------------- ---------------- “Attention trainers,” the TV news announced. “After the suspicious murders of two Trainers, authorities have advised all Trainers to be on the lookout for any strange behavior! It is believed there are at least two killers, and they go under the name of Team Rocket.” All the Trainers gathered in Eterna City groaned as they watched the report at the Jubilife HQ. “Really? More killers?” “We went on vacation outside of Gaia to get away from this!” “I could just die.” “You probably will.” The TV newsman continued, “It is believed that they are hiding amongst a group of recently arrived Trainers from faraway Gaia. Gaian Trainers, be on the lookout for strangers in your ******** we go again…” And thus did the Trainers from Gaia begin their magnificent journey through the world of Pokémon! ---------------- ----------------
Elite Trainers! Send me your clues and saves!
Professor Oak, Meowth, send me your clue requests!
Everybody, vote! Voting will end at 8pm EST Wednesday, March 24th.
PS: EVERYBODY! Check your placement PMs! FOUR people with roles have not yet opened their PMs!
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:37 pm
Fun for the Whole Family! DAY 2:“Since we’ve been found out, we have to be more careful,” James told Jessie firmly. They were hidden behind a bush in Eterna Forest. “Your way of doing it was really risky. It’s important that we try to stay discreet!” “Oh, and shooting a girl in her own home wasn’t?” Jessie folded her arms. “Honestly, you should have heard her mother scream.” “Jessie, there are much better ways of doing these things. Ways that are fine for mummy.” James smirked, leaning against a tree and glancing slyly over his shoulder. “See, now, let’s say for a moment that I wanted to take Ginji of Thunder’s Tyranitar.” There was a shout from behind them, and Jessie looked and saw an opened pit. “Really? A pitfall?” Jessie and James walked from their hiding place to the road, and looked down into the open pit. Ginji of Thunder was at the very bottom, surrounded by fallen leaves and a camouflage tarp. “Hey! Could you guys give me a hand?” Ginji called up, waving. “I think I just sprained my ankle a little, but there’s no foothold for me to get out.” “See, pitfalls didn’t work in the past. After all, what did we do with them when we had them in a pitfall before? Nothing!” James laughed at his own rhetoric. “Now, pitfalls are fun for the whole family!” “Uh, yeah, tons of fun.” Ginji grinned nervously. “Look, could you toss me a rope now?” “Where would be the family fun in that?” James pulled a pistol from his waistband and smirked down at him. “You call it a pitfall, Jess. I call it… shooting fish in a barrel.” He fired three rounds, and Ginji’s pulmonary organs were splattered across the dirt wall. “Oh.” Jessie pursed her lips distastefully. “Well, that’s very… nice for you, James.” She patted his shoulder. “Well, I’ll let you go ahead down and retrieve the Tyranitar.” She turned and walked away, and James’ smile faded. Ginji’s Pokéballs were still attached to his belt, and spattered with the same blood that was now pooling the ground. He swore to himself and threw down a rope. “Why is killing the easy part?” ---------------- ---------------- was hard at work at his computer. He had barely begun when he saw his e-mail inbox refresh itself and the status bar indicate a new message. “Hmm?” He opened it up. “Oh. Ezzy.” He frowned a bit, wondering how a dead girl can send e-mails. Ei-kichi St Alth tilted his glasses back and rubbed his eyes. “What terrible luck she had!” There was no subject line, and when he opened, there were only three letters: “RUN” There was a knock at the door, and Ei-Kichi started to quickly close everything on his screen. “Just a second! I forgot what time you were getting here!” He reached for his jacket and rushed for the door. As he opened it, he was surprised by a woman in a trenchcoat. She pushed him back into she house, gripping his shirt and closing the door with her foot. Ei-Kichi managed a nervous, high-pitched laugh. “You’re not my girlfriend!” “No, I’m not,” Jessie cooed, holding him against the wall. “And you’re not immune to venom.” “I’m what?” Ei-Kichi didn’t have time for an answer, as he felt something sharp in his leg. He barely had time to look down before he saw a Seviper slithering around both of their ankles. Jessie released him as blood poured from his thigh, and he felt faint. “Goodnight, silly man,” Jessie teased, and began to rifle through his things searching for Pokéballs. Ei-Kichi crumpled into a pile on the ground, still bleeding out but most certainly dead. She spotted the last open window on his computer screen, and took a look. “No Pokémon here, but something better.” She cackled to herself as she looked at the open research files comparing the growth rates of Rattata and Raticate teeth. “Professor Oak, I presume?” ---------------- ---------------- “I can’t believe this!” Officer Jenny moaned as the front door of Professor Oak’s office was taped off. “Who’s next, Professor Elm?” “Hey! Hey!” Two trainers rushed past the police barricade, jostling and jogging with autograph booklets in hand. “We want to get Professor Oak’s autograph!” KeJoRo chirped. “Can we see him?” Equinoxious asked. Officer Jenny scowled, grabbed both of them by the shirts, and dragged them back to the watching crowd. “Did any of you guys see either of these two here before?” She shouted to the watching Gaian trainers. They all looked at one another, and half of the crowd pointed at each. “Well, crud.” Jenny looked between the two of them, put them down, and took out a quarter. “Heads it’s you- tails it’s you.” She pointed to each in turn. She flipped it, caught it in the air, and slapped it onto her wrist. She pulled her hand away, looked at the result, and nodded. “Alright.” She grabbed KeJoRo by the back of the shirt and tossed him in the police car. “Hey! Wait! I didn’t do anything!” KeJoRo protested. “That’s not a fair way to decide- huh?” He heard a growl behind him, and winced as he saw Officer Jenny’s Growlithe in the back seat with him. It was growling and showing its teeth, and he laughed nervously. He tried to back away from the menacing puppy. “Nice doggy… good doggy…” “ARF ARF ARF!!!!!1!" “AAAGH!” ---------------- ----------------
#24, Professor Oak, Ei-Kichi St Alth, was poisoned!
#15, KeJoRo, lacks animal magnetism!
Jessie! James! Send me your clues and kills!
Elite Trainers! Send me your clues and saves!
Meowth, send me your clue request!
Everybody, vote! Voting will end at 8pm EST Thursday, March 25th.
PS: Due to late classes, tomorrow's update might be a little late.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:39 pm
Dramatic Pause! DAY 3: Zarboth was stalking a Kangaskhan with a giant butterfly net. She was wandering the forest, sniffing for berries, and he was creeping in the bushes. It was, unfortunately, easy to tell what he was doing, as he was quietly narrating his every movement. “Stalk stalk stalk.” He stopped, as the Kangaskhan looked around. He kept tiptoeing forward as she sniffed a higher branch. “Creep creep- dramatic pause!” He froze mid-step as she looked directly at him. “Holding, holding, holding…” He tried to hold still as she snorted angrily and stomped her feet. “Take action!” He tossed a Great Ball at her, which she deflected with one paw and she roared, smacked him into a tree with her tail, and stormed away with loud complaint. “Ugh.” He groaned, rubbing his head, and looked up. He was surprised to see a pistol pointed right at his head. “You scared her, idiot,” James growled, and he fired. As Zarboth’s brains dripped onto the ground, James stormed away like a petulant child. “Man, nobody knows how goddamn rare those things are!” ---------------- ---------------- “Hello there miss, would you like to take a photograph with your Pokémon?” The perky clerk welcomed AGCourtney. “You can dress them up however you want and I’ll take your photo!” “Hey, that sounds great!” AgCourtney beamed. “Wonderful. Today’s theme is… zombie!” The clerk opened the dressing room door, and let AGCourtney in. AGCourtney took out her Umbreon and began to decorate it with spiderwebs and bows, carefully primping her to satisfaction. The Umbreon yipped and ran into the photo studio. AGCourtney joined her, and the two posed in front of a graveyard background. The clerk frowned and “hmmmm”ed. “You know, this seems a little incomplete. Let’s try a mask for you!” The clerk held up a zombie mask. “Close your eyes and I’ll put it on!” AGCourtney closed her eyes, and Jessie slammed the mask onto AGCourtney’s face. She could not have known that the mask had six-inch spikes on the other side, and now she couldn’t know anything at all. Jessie grinned as the blood began to drip down AGCourtney’s face, and snapped the photograph as the Umbreon yelped and panicked. “Picture perfect!” ---------------- ---------------- “There is nothing Ironic about Bondage!” Officer Jenny declared as she hauled Ironic Bonding to the Jubilife TV Station. “Wait here, we’re going to broadcast that we’ve caught Team Rocket!” Jenny sounded distinctly upset as she stormed away. Ironic Bonding groaned to herself, staring at her handcuffs. “I didn’t do anything!” She complained. The hallway was empty, but for a Gardevoir floating gracefully by the window. “You believe me, right pretty lady?” The Gardevoir turned around with fire in its eyes. In her head, Ironic Bonding heard, “I am a MALE! And now, I’m using Psychic.” With that, the Gardevoir’s chest piece glowed pink, and Ironic Bonding felt her medulla oblongata turn inside out. ---------------- ----------------
6, AGCourtney, has been zombified!
33, Ironic Bonding, needs to pay attention to gender bending!
Jessie! James! Send me your kills!
Elite Trainers! Send me your clues and saves!
Meowth, send me your clue request!
Everybody, vote! Voting will end at 8pm EST Thursday, March 25th. (Again, sorry if I'm a little late. I have class until 8:30 on Thursdays, so Thursday updates might be a little later/shorter.) I hate Thursdays.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:40 pm
Who ya gonna call? Day 4: Heart Shaped Toastie and Help the Bombardier faced off in front of the Pokémon center. This was a battlefield of honor! “I’m telling you, I am not Team Rocket!” Toastie insisted vehemently. “Gastly, go!” “You’re way too suspicious!” Bomba declared. “Rattata, I choose you!” Two Pokéballs landed on the ground, and their choices emerged onto the battlefield. The Ghost and Normal type looked at one another, and muttered something to one another. They both turned back to their owners and motioned and reported. Neither Trainer reacted to their Pokémon’s protests. “Gastly, use Lick!” Gastly reluctantly tried to lick the Rattata, to absolutely no effect. “Hah!” Bomba put her hands on her hips victoriously. “We have the upper hand now! Rattata, Hyper Fang!” Rattata gave Bomba a withering look, and tried to crunch down on Gastly’s formless form. Again, no effect. “What is going on here?” Toastie frowned. The Gastly and Rattata sighed, looking at one another. “Gas?” Gastly leaned towards Rattata. “Atta. At-atta,” Rattata replied. “Lee.” Gastly agreed. Bomba and Toastie looked at one another as if to have a moment of revelation. “Ohh. Normal types and Ghost types don’t affect each other.” Bomba nodded. “Well, now what do we do?” “You mean, who are you going to call?” Someone else interrupted. The watching crowd looked around for the source of this interjection. “Who are we going to call?” Bomba frowned. “Ooh! Ooh! I know!” Toastie jumped up and down. “Ghost bust-” BLAM! Toastie took a shot to the head, and the crowd screamed and scattered. Bomba froze in place, unsure of what to do. “Team Rocket!” She finally shrieked, and she started to run away. She suddenly found herself caught in a net and pulled high up into a tree. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” There was a creaking sound, and the rope snapped. She didn’t even have time to scream before she fell and broke her neck on the ground. Jessie and James met between the two bodies and looked at their abandoned, terrified Pokémon. “Damn,” James grumbled. “They’re worthless! And you!” He glared at Jessie. “Why did you have to do that? Shooting them is so much quicker and easier!” “I like it when they scream,” Jessie giggled. “Come on; let’s get out of here before the fuzz shows up.” “We’re going to have a really long talk about methodology later!” James snapped, and the two ran away. ---------------- ---------------- “Not again,” Officer Jenny sighed. “And Heart Shaped Toastie was our best lead, too!” She rubbed her forehead. “Well, back to the drawing board. Come on, Flaafy.” “Flaa,” her Flaafy squeaked, and trotted after her as the crime scene was cleaned up. ---------------- ----------------
27, Help the Bombardier got dropped like she was hot!
Jessie! James! Send me your kills!
Elite Trainers! Send me your clues and saves!
Meowth, send me your clue request!
Everybody else, vote! Voting will end at 8pm EST Saturday, March 27th!
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:40 pm
KILL IT WITH FIRE! DAY 5: Amity Park was having an open house. “Any Pokémon allowed!” Namuie was glad that they had lifted the restrictions on “cute” Pokémon only. Now, however, she was struggling to pick one to take for a walk. She sat on a bench outside of the park with Pokéballs in hand. “Dragonair?” She released the dragon-type, who chirped and shook its tail eagerly. “No, no good. I’d be worried that you’d get attacked, or stolen by Team Rocket! Sorry.” Namuie recalled the Dragonair and took the next Pokéball. “Snorlax?” She let the massive monster out of its container, and looked him over as he let out a massive snore. “Well, you’re not really walking anywhere, are you buddy?” She chuckled and recalled him. “Who else? Oh, I know. Clefairy!” She released the pink fairy, and the Clefairy hopped up and down with joy. “I guess you could have gone in on any other day, huh? Well, maybe there’s a good reason for it!” She picked up her backpack, and Clefairy hopped onto her shoulder. Namuie and Clefairy entered the park side by side, and Namuie instantly felt regret as she saw a Steelix and Gligar having a battle right in the middle of the field. As the Steelix used Steel Tail, swiping three other trainers to the ground, she scooped up her Clefairy and ran for the ruined towers at the back of the park. “This is a total wash,” she groaned. “I thought we’d be able to have some fun out here, not get killed!” Namuie rubbed her temples in irritation, until she heard a distinct click. “Sorry about the whole ‘not getting killed’ thing,” James chuckled, and fired his pistol. He collected her Pokéballs and her loose Clefairy and stalked off, leaving Namuie to enjoy her day at the park alone. ---------------- ---------------- There was a whole flock of Meowth frolicking in Mr. Backlot’s rear garden, and Jessie was not going to waste this opportunity. She crept up on one, and when it turned around and hissed at her to engage her in battle, she fired a tranquilizer dart at it. As it dropped over woozily, she slit its throat and peeled the coin off of its head. “There’s no easier way to make money!” She giggled wickedly, and was ready to move on to the next, when she noticed a much larger Meowth. It was absolutely huge, almost the size of a person. She took up her dart gun and aimed it at the giant Meowth’s back. As it bent over to pick something up, she fired, and was surprised when it yelled out… in a human voice. “Ow! God damn it! Hurts like hell!” The Meowth squawked and whined, and Jessie screamed. “It’s possessed! Kill it with fire!” Meowth turned around at Jessie’s outburst. “Wait, Jessie, no, it’s me, it’s just a costume!” Meowth protested, but it was too late. Jessie whipped out a flamethrower. “KILL IT WITH FIRE!” The entire Pokémon manor was burned to the ground. There was no sign of Team Rocket, and only dental records by which to identify the bodies. Aside from the Pokémon in the garden, the forensic scientists were able to identify Fortette Askasa, with part of her body fused into a fur suit. ---------------- ---------------- “These are your top two suspects,” Nurse Joy told Officer Jenny as she arrived at the Hearthome Pokémon center. Alpha the White and Equinoxious were each handcuffed to a Chansey. Both Chanseys were giving the trainers angry looks, scowling and wagging their little arms at them, while Alpha and Equi sulked. “I couldn’t possibly have done it,” Alpha muttered. “I was making Poffins.” “Well, I was busy training!” Equi protested as well. “What kind of random justice is this? You might as well flip a coin!” Alpha managed to reach into his pocket and pulled out a coin. “The outcome would probably be exactly the same!” Both Chanseys gasped. “Hey! That looks like the coin off of a Meowth’s forehead!” Officer Jenny exclaimed. “What? No! It’s real money! Real money!” Alpha snapped. Officer Jenny took the coin and looked at it. “Well, regardless!” Officer Jenny flipped the coin, caught it in the air, and looked at the result. “Okay, Alpha, come with me!” She released Equinoxious (to her relief) and the two Chanseys Doubleslapped Alpha all the way to the paddy wagon. ---------------- ----------------
35, Fortette Askasa, your Meowth, has been killed with fire!
17, Alpha the White, got the wrong end of the coin flip!
Jessie! James! Send me your kills!
Elite Trainers! Send me your saves! No more clues are needed from either side!
Trainers! You know what to do! Voting will end Monday, March 29th, at 8pm EST. Happy Passover to all!
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:41 pm
'Cra-zeeee.' Day 6: Haven-gal had gotten a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night, asking her to meet the caller at the Hotel Grand Lake in front of the Seven Stars restaurant. Her hands were shaking, because she didn’t know the voice or how the caller had gotten her private line number. She did, however, have a hunch. Her phone rang. She quickly picked it up. “Hello?” The other end of the line was only heavy breathing. “Talk to me, a*****e!” She ordered fiercely. Her head was pounding, she felt like she was going crazy. “I know who you are. You’re a god damn Rocket, aren’t you?” Laughter. Terrible, sinister laughter. “I’m not going to put up with this,” Haven-gal declared. “You’ve killed enough people, and I am not going to wait for you to kill again. What the hell is this? I know your goddamn cat’s been following me!” A few other trainers looked at Haven-gal at this shout, and Unphotographable twirled his finger near his head, indicating ‘Cra-zeeee.’ “Come on, say something, creep,” Haven-gal snarled. “Come here and fight me like a man, if you think you’ve got the balls! Is this a challenge?” “No,” the man on the other end of the line whispered. “It’s a trap!” There was a ‘whip’ sound as a sniper rifle was fired, and the watching crowd gasped as Haven-gal crumpled to the ground. A shiny golden badge shaped like a “G” fell from her pocket. Elite Trainer Gold had walked right into James’ trap. He emerged from the trees near the lake and jumped across rooftops to the restaurant canopy. He pulled out two fully-automatics and fired them around, scaring the still-watching crowd away. He jumped to the body and quickly cleaned Haven-gal of Pokéballs. He picked out the one with Professor Elm’s signature on it, and checked the contents. “Could it possibly be…?” He frowned, when he saw the actual contents. “A Donphan? That’s what Elm gave her?” He scratched his head. “These Elite Trainers could be more trouble than we thought…” ---------------- ---------------- Unphotographable did not like what he had just seen, and he showed it by running to the lakeside. He ducked into the grass, trying to catch his breath. However, he was quickly distracted from his terror by the appearance of a Wobbuffet. “Hey,” he gasped, sneaking towards it. “Aren’t you cute?” He grinned and edged towards it. “Okay, go ahead, Charmeleon.” He let the fiery dragon loose, and it licked its lips. “Weaken it just a little bit, and then it’ll be ours!” The Wobbuffet squawked, and got into battle stance as the Charmeleon readied its claws. “Metal Claw!” As Charmeleon slashed the Wobbuffet, it squawked and rocked directly back into the Charmeleon, sending it flying. Unphotographable gaped. “O-oi. It’s strong.” “WABA!” Wobbuffet suddenly charged at Unphotographable, knocking him off his feet. “Waba! Waba! Waba!” It continued Headbutting him, bashing their heads together. Unphotographable struggled, but even when Charmeleon ran back to help his owner, Wobbuffet didn’t stop. It was as if it had gone haywire. Even as Unphotographable’s head got bludgeoned to a bloody, unrecognizable pulp, Wobbuffet couldn’t be stopped. It took Jessie three hours to get her Wobbuffet to stop bashing Unphotographable’s body, and even longer to get the Charmeleon she had set out for. “Why won’t James just give me a gun?” She whined to herself. ---------------- ---------------- “She said Elite Trainer Gold was the killer!” Anagove shouted, pointing an accusing finger at The.Blue.Iris. The.Blue.Iris simply shook her head. “You guys already thought it was me before I said that!” “Doesn’t make it any less true,” Heavensdark replied coolly. Officer Jenny looked around at the trainers all pointing the fingers at The.Blue.Iris, and sighed. “Okay, we all agree, The.Blue.Iris is definitely a Rocket!” She cuffed The.Blue.Iris, but as she was doing so, a Togepi crept up behind them. It stared at them with its big, innocent eyes, and began to wave its hands. “Toge-toge-toge…” The.Blue.Iris’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Togepi used Metronome! Togepi used Teleport! And The.Blue.Iris was never seen again. ---------------- ----------------
3, Unphotographable, has been ‘buffeted into Submission!
23, The.Blue.Iris, has been voted out and Metronome’d!
38, gute nacht mond, has been eliminated for inactivity. Keep voting, guys!
Jessie! James! Send me your kills!
Remaining Elite Trainers! Send me your saves!
Trainers! Vote vote vote like a baby stoat!
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:44 pm
She doesn't need a gun... Day 7:“Give me a gun!” Jessie snapped at James. James, who was hanging upside-down from a tree while cleaning his rifle, didn’t even look at her. “You’ve proven to be volatile enough without a gun, Jess,” James replied coolly. “Besides, I’m practiced with this thing. This is how it’s always been, you know. I get a good idea, and you’re always prone to ruining it with some of your madness.” “Madness! Hah! I’m a beautiful lady! I’m allowed to be crazy!” Jessie retorted. James simply scoffed under his breath. He put his gun back together, piece by piece, and looked into the scope. “Your craziness is dangerous. I am cool, calculating, and intelligent. You are rash and wild. You do not need a gun.” James fired a single shot, and smirked. “I just took out Chikorin Moonie while she was surfing across the river on her Wailord. Compare our techniques.” Jessie took out her binoculars and looked. Sure enough, Chikorin Moonie was dead on the whale’s back. “You suck,” Jessie grumbled. “I’ll show you!” ---------------- ---------------- chased after the loose, rampaging Wailord on foot with her Granbull at her heels. She whipped out a rope and started forming a lasso. “Granbull, get ready!” She tossed the lasso and caught one of its fins. “Take the rope!” She passed the rope to the Granbull, who stood firm, and the rope went taut. Heavensdark quickly jumped onto the rope and tight-rope walked like she was running on a balance beam all the way up to the Wailord’s fins, and from there, scaled to its back. She patted the Wailord’s head and moved Chi’s corpse aside. “Granbull, use Strength!” Granbull roared and tried to pull on the Wailord, but the lasso slipped. Granbull began to chase after the Wailord as it surfed on with his master aboard. “Hang on, let me help you!” A voice shouted. Heavensdark looked at the road, and saw a shining light and a black ball labeled with an R. “A Rocket theft ball!” She barely had time to shout, when the Wailord vanished from under her and she fell into the water. She sputtered and thrashed, but the water was deep. “Stop right there, Team Rocket! I’m Elite Trainer Pearl, and I-” She found herself being dragged down by the current and swallowing water, and Jessie approached the abandoned Granbull. It stuck out its lower lip even further than usual, helplessly watching its trainer drown. A bandanna with a pink P on it floated ashore, and Jessie seized the prize Granbull. “I’ll get a gun now, damn it,” Jessie cackled eagerly, stalking off to find James and tell him the good news. ---------------- ---------------- “I’m telling you, I am NOT the killer!” Equinoxious pleaded. Officer Jenny rolled her eyes. “All the rest said that too!” “Yeah, but none of them are killers!” Equinoxious countered fiercely. “That’s why we have to be right with you.” Officer Jenny smiled proudly. Equinoxious sighed. “But of course, we have to ensure you get to jail safely! We seem to have a lot of trouble managing that. This time, we’ve arranged for special transportation!” Officer Jenny revealed, with a flourish, a Heracross. “What are you going to do with that?” Equinoxious asked, shifting her feet nervously. “Well, since I don’t have anything that can fly, we’re just going to have this Heracross toss you into the jail. Without further ado!” Officer Jenny beamed. “Heracross! Seismic Toss!” Heracross charged, caught Equinoxious in its horns, and sent her flying. She screamed as she blasted off like Team Rocket, and Officer Jenny scratched her head. “Whoops… the local jail is the other way…” ---------------- ----------------
#26, heavensdark, your Elite Trainer Pearl, has drowned in action!
#18, Equinoxious, has been jailed! Sort of.
Jessie! James! Send me your kills!
Remaining Elite Trainers! Send me your saves!
Trainers! SAVE YOURSELVES! And vote!
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:45 pm
Rule 34 is NOT Your Friend Day 8:M e a M e a a was researching Nidoking at the library in Celestic Town as a means of continuing Ei-Kichi Oak’s research. She had an inkling that the large dinosaurs were related to some type of ancient Pokémon, and she was entering as much information about them into her Pokédex as possible. However, none of the books had the information she was looking for, and she was somewhat disappointed by the lack of physical information. She set her Pokédex down on a table so it could save without her jarring it too much, logged on to a computer, and she retrieved her ‘dex once the computer booted up. “Number 34, Nidoking,” she murmured aloud as she typed the terms into the internet engine, and loaded all of her information from her Pokédex onto the PC. The monitor flashed a “virus” warning, and suddenly, wires flew out of the computer and strapped her to the seat. Suddenly, terrifying images of Nidoking-on-Nidoking porn began to pop up in window after window. M e a M e a a was held in place and simply couldn’t look away as the sex acts became more and more violent and crude. M e a M e a a should have checked her Pokédex before plugging it into the computer- Jessie had left the data chip visible in the USB port, clearly marked with an R. Jessie returned with blackout goggles and carefully felt her way to the internet table. She felt up M e a M e a a’s arm, shoulders, and finally her half-caved-in cranium. She managed to find and press the monitor’s power button, and removed her blackout goggles. M e a M e a a’s brains had exploded from too much Pokémon pornography. “Rule 34 will get you every time,” Jessie chuckled, taking the blood-spattered Pokéballs off her belt and leaving. “I haven’t heard from James today. I wonder where he went…” ---------------- ---------------- “We’ve got him cornered,” Diamond informed Silver over the walkie-talkie. They were at Sunyshore City. Silver was posted at the Gym, and Diamond was near the Munchlax rocks. The sun was down, and the street lights flickered on. The two Elite trainers made their move when they saw a figure appear in the lighthouse’s beam. The turning mirrors hid his form, but they saw him just enough to know he was there. Silver released a Pidgeot and quickly flew on its back, circling the Munchlax to pick up Diamond, and then up to the lighthouse. Diamond threw a Magneton, and as they got in front of the figure, all of James’ guns flew into their possession. James snarled, and jumped off of the balcony. He slid down the side of the building on his heels and ran down the street. The Pidgeot landed in front of him, and Silver and Diamond each took two pistols and gave chase as he turned the other way. They split up, holding their fire as they took their different angles, and finally cornered him against the wall of the Pokémon center. “You can’t escape now, Rocket!” Silver shouted, and James took out a red rose. “Team Rocket will prevail!” James shouted. He threw it at Silver’s face, but Silver simply brushed it off and licked the blood off his lip. “Suck it,” Diamond replied coolly, as he turned his gun to the side and fired three shots. James collapsed, and Diamond and Silver went to look at his face closer. “My god, [Moseley],” Silver muttered as the blood dripped from his chest. “And people trusted you.” Diamond and Silver picked up his body in its convulsing throes and dragged him off to spread the word. James had been blasted off for good. ---------------- ----------------
#20, [Moseley], James from Team Rocket, has been caught!
Jessie! It’s down to you! Send me your kill!
Diamond and Silver, send me your saves!
Trainers! One down, one to go! Voting ends tomorrow night at 9pm EST, and the update will be at 10!James Fanart found on Pokemopolis! Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:46 pm
Glittering in the Sunlight Day 9: Diamond and Silver were waiting at the Resort Zone, where they had been told the other Team Rocket would be. Each of them waited in a tree, wearing camouflage paint and carrying the guns they had taken from James. Soon, their awaited target appeared, with her Bellossom just behind her. The sun was shining, and Bellossom was happily prancing in the sunlight. It happened to be a beautiful spring day. Gynne enjoyed a day out hiking with her favorite flowery grass-type, and it was just a perfect hour for it. She took out two lawn chairs from her backpack- one big one, one small one- and set them up on the grass by the pool. She and her Bellossom took their respective chairs and began to soak up the sun. Bellossom really thrived in such bright light, and its petals began to glitter with dew. “Silver, are you sure she’s the right one?” Diamond whispered into the walkie talkie. “Gotta be! The trainers are all pointing the finger at her,” Silver assured her. “Okay, let’s just keep her on surveillance until she makes a Jessie-esque move,” Diamond murmured, and both of them kept their barrels trained on the relaxing Gynne. Gynne seemed to almost be asleep, but Diamond and Silver realized that there was something red glittering in the water, and it was not a vampire. Slowly, the red glittering rose above the surface, and a massive Tentacruel rose up with its tentacles waving. Gynne opened her eyes when she heard the massive splash, and screamed as the monster lifted its tentacles and tried to bash her. “No, no, no! No tentacles! No tentacles!” Gynne cried in her panic, but one tentacle smacked down on her torso and wrapped her up tight at the waist. It pulled her close to its body, before lifting its stinger and driving it down through her heart. Gynne choked on the blood rushing back up through her, and it would be impossible to tell if the poison or trauma killed her first. Diamond and Silver jumped from their hiding spots to go to the Bellossom’s rescue, but they weren’t quite fast enough. The real Jessie snatched the Bellossom in a net, much to its dismay, and vanished in a puff of toxic smoke. “Damn it!” Officer Jenny swore as she approached from the Pokémon center. “And I thought we’d had her that time, too!” Diamond and Silver looked at the useless police officer, sighed to themselves, and sweatdropped. “We’re never going to catch this crazy b***h at this rate,” Diamond muttered. ---------------- ----------------
Jessie, send in your kill!
Elite Trainers! Save the day!
Trainers! VOTE! Or don’t. Rassinfrackin’ Twilight. Voting ends tomorrow night at 8pm EST. Note: April Fool's Day post. Guild was turned into crazy Twilight fangirl guild. I shudder.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 8:46 pm
Reckoning With Style! DAY 10: “Nope, not this one!” Anagove tossed an unsuitable baby outfit out of the dressing room at the Veilstone Department store. Her Jynx rushed to catch it. Anagove was trying to dress her son up to get him ready for a trip to Battle Frontier. So far she had rejected camouflage, cute Pokéfan gear, a Pikachu costume, and an outfit made to look like that of Elite Trainer Red. Jynx was overloaded with baby clothes on both arms, and this outfit landed on her face. “Hmm, there is just nothing I like here!” “Maybe you should try the sixth floor?” A nearby woman wearing a store uniform suggested. Anagove looked up at her. “Good stuff, really cute baby clothes!” The woman beamed. “And if you’d like, I could hold onto him at our daycare center, so you can shop without worry!” “Wow, that would be great!” Anagove grinned. “Okay, here!” She carefully passed the baby off to the employee and went for the elevator. The Jynx, who still had a baby shirt over her forehead, tried to follow but walked in a different direction. She was diverted by the store employee, who grinned and sent the Jynx wandering into the dressing room. She kept the baby held against her as Anagove got in the elevator and the doors closed. “Hey, wait, does this department store even have a daycare?” She mused aloud, frowning. “I better go get him-” She hit the “open door” button, but rather than the door, the floor below her opened, dropping her to the bottom of the elevator shaft. She gasped with horror as the elevator scrolled up over her to the very top floor, and dropped like the wire had been cut. She didn’t even have time to scream when the elevator fell on top of her. Jessie strolled out of the department store with a baby carriage and a Jynx in a Rocket theft ball. “I love shopping!” She chirped to herself. ---------------- ---------------- A few of the remaining trainers gathered at the Poffin baking house to mix together. However, there was definitely something amiss. The Poffin’s qualities were definitely not coming out right, as though someone wasn’t putting in their fair share of berries. This, of course, led to a fistfight, as such things often do. Officer Jenny was called to break the four of them up, and figure out exactly what had happened. “ Roy Salamandra wasn’t putting berries in! He’s trying to sneak his way into getting good Poffins for no input!” Aine pointed an accusing finger at Roy, who jumped back. “Me?! I’m telling you, I always put my fair share in!” “Well, check the content of the Poffins. What were you supposed to put in, Roy?” Officer Jenny took one of the Poffins. “I was adding Berries with lots of Spice,” Roy muttered. “Lies!” Aine barked. “There’s no Spice in any of these! Only a Team Rocket member would rip us off like that!” Officer Jenny’s eyes shot up at this, and she grinned deviously. Roy scowled, pouted, and dragged his heels as he was handcuffed and hauled out of the Poffin House. Nobody noticed a Skarmory outside the window, swiping the Berries as Roy had tried to toss them in, and now contently eating them in the side yard. ---------------- ----------------
#9, Roy Salamandra, has been falsely accused!
Jessie! Pick a kill, any kill!
Elite Trainers! Save the day!
Trainers! Go do that voodoo that you do so well! Voting ends tomorrow night at 8pm EST.
Sorry about the late update. D&D Night. >.> <.<
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 11:29 am
Doom Ex Machina! DAY 11:The Great Marsh was open for business, and Respectful Rhino had decided that it was a good day for a Safari. He took a butterfly net and a safari hat. He had planned to while away the sunny day in the best way he knew how. Azurills and Budew were frolicking in the marshy grass, and they didn’t even notice Rhino wandering around their area. Rhino wasn’t interested in them, as cute as they were. He was out for much bigger game. Unfortunately, it seemed the game was getting the better of him. He had ended up stuck in the Marsh, and nothing he was doing was getting his feet un-stuck. He couldn’t reach dry ground to free himself up, and he couldn’t find an Escape Rope in his bag. “Damn it!” He felt his shoe come off as he tried to lift his leg again, and groaned as his sock got soaked through with mud. “Can anybody come help me?” He looked around. “I can’t move!” He got a sudden idea. “Safari Balls!” He whistled to attract the attention of one of the nearby Budew. It looked at him and chirped. He threw a few Balls at it. It kept shaking them off, and it finally ran away, whining quietly to itself. He threw the last ball at a Carnivine that was hanging nearby, and missed, leaving the ball flat on the ground. “Okay, that’s my last Safari Ball, my time is up!” He grinned eagerly, and looked around for the magic guide to come and get him back to the entrance. He had forgotten that it doesn’t actually work like that in real life. “Well, now what am I supposed to do?” At that exact moment, a Dugtrio sprouted up from the ground right under Rhino. Rhino screamed as he was tossed into the air, and he found himself falling right back down into the tunnel the Dugtrio had made. Jessie stepped out of the tunnel over Rhino, who groaned in pain. “Man! This is much better than paying for entry!” Jessie chirped. She heard Rhino moan, and looked back down in the tunnel. She raised her brow. “Well, I’ll just…” She quickly filled the hole back in, burying Rhino in the mud he had gotten caught in. She picked up Rhino’s dropped butterfly net and went off to pick up on the big game. Respectful Rhino’s Safari Game, however, was over. ---------------- ---------------- “Try and follow this logic, okay?” Mylian spoke slowly to the Trainers gathered around the Observatory. “ Yaled’s name is “Delay” spelled backwards, right?” “Right,” the other trainers and Officer Jenny agreed. “So, it’s like, a code! He’s trying to delay being arrested for being the other Team Rocket person!” Mylian pointed at Yaled, who snorted in disgust. “That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” “See, he’s clearly denying it!” Mylian looked at Jenny. “Let’s take him to jail!” “Sounds good to me!” Officer Jenny beamed, and Yaled whined in dismay. He rolled his eyes and held his arms out so she could handcuff him. “Let me just put him with our police dog in the car, and then I’ll get everyone’s statements.” “Oh no, not that rabid, maneating Growlithe,” Yaled moaned. “No, no, he’s at the vet’s! Something about getting a bone caught in his digestive tract. We have our substitute police dog today!” Officer Jenny put Yaled in the back seat of her car, and he sighed and banged his forehead against the back of the shotgun seat. He then heard a most unpleasant growl. “DOOM.” He looked in the other seat, and saw red eyes glowing out of the dark. The Houndoom readied a massive fireball in his mouth, and Yaled was pretty sure he heard the voice of Satan shouting, “DOOM!” Officer Jenny had to call Nurse Joy to give her a ride back to the station, as her car had mysteriously combusted. ---------------- ----------------
#22, Yaled, was voted off and has met his Doom!
#21, Hatmaster, has been eliminated for inactivity. (No votes on days 7, 8, and 9.)
Jessie! Let’s keep the death count rising!
Elite Trainers, try and keep the death count from rising!
Trainers! Vote like nobody’s watching!
Voting ends at 8pm EST. Get those votes in!
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 11:29 am
Endgame: Gotta Catch 'em All! DAY 12:“This latest trap will be my best yet!” Jessie murmured to herself as she put the finishing touches on the machine in the hotel room fireplace. “I just need for Derrai and his Wartortle to come by to sweep this chimney…” There was a knock on the door, and Jessie quickly put a hat and pair of glasses on the disguise herself. “That must be the chimbley sweep!” She rushed to open the door, and found two guns pointed at her face. “Step aside, miss!” Unknown R A I N B O W shouted. Jessie, for the first time, realized that Unknown was carrying a Pokédex marked with a shiny pink “P.” MonJ Redux held the other gun as he pushed past her, and his jacket had a silver “S” sewn onto the back. Unknown shut the door behind her, and the two of them quickly investigated the room. “Alright, this is the address, but there’s no trace of Jessie here,” MonJ muttered. “That stupid classified ad couldn’t have possibly been more obvious- the second Derrai goes to work here-” MonJ took a rock from his pocket and threw it into the fireplace. A panel fell, and an anvil dropped down. “Exactly so! Damn!” He rubbed his forehead, before turning to Jessie. “Hey, lady, have you seen that hag Jessie?” “H-hag?!” Jessie barked. “You idiot! I’m no hag!” She tore off her disguise, and Unknown trained her rifle on Jessie. “It is you!” “You can’t escape now, Flamingdove!” MonJ cocked the pistol and turned it to the side. “I’m not done yet, bitches!” Flamingdove released her Koffing. “Smokescreen!” The Koffing let out a puff of smoke, and Jessie broke out the bungalow window and made a run for the lake. Elite Trainers Pearl and Silver coughed and covered their nose and mouth, and the smoke quickly cleared as the Koffing followed its owner. “After her!” MonJ jumped out the window after Flamingdove. Unknown Rainbow took the door. “I can’t believe she’d pull a stunt like this!” “Well, can’t you see that it’s the last act of a desperate woman?!” Rainbow snapped back. “I don’t care if it’s the third act of Henry the Fifth, I’m gonna kill her!*” MonJ took his special Pokéball and released his Pidgeot. He jumped on its back to fly after her. He quickly caught up, and pointed at Jessie. “Use Air Cutter!” The Pidgeot cawed and sent a sharp blast of wind at Flamingdove’s back. It swept her off her feet and knocked her to the ground. Unknown Rainbow closed ground and let her Magneton go. “Metal Sound, Magneton!” Magneton let out a soundwave at its master’s command, and Jessie shrieked and covered her ears. The two Elite trainers advanced on the fallen Rocket, guns pointed. Pidgeot and Magneton followed their owners. Flamingdove tried to get up again, and MonJ nodded to Pidgeot. Pidgeot landed on her head and began to peck on her, as both MonJ and Unknown Rainbow took out a pair of handcuffs. “Koffing, use Explosion!” Flamingdove shouted, but before it could, Unknown Rainbow’s Magneton used Thunderbolt on it, leaving it crispy and knocked out on the ground. “There’s no escaping now.” Unknown Rainbow smirked a little, and she and MonJ put the handcuffs on Flamingdove. The two Elite Trainers grinned at one another, as MonJ took out a Master Ball. “Gotta catch ‘em all, right?” ---------------- ----------------
Congratulations to the Trainers on your win!
Major thanks to Unknown R A I N B O W and MonJ Redux, the surviving Pearl and Silver! Thanks also to [Moseley], Ei-Kichi St Alth, Fortette Askasa, Haven_gal, and heavensdark for playing their roles!
See you all next game!*With apologies to Mel Brooks, but I laughed my a** off when I thought of it.
Credit for the Jessie art goes to Pokemopolis as well!GAME OVER!
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 11:41 am
Game XXXVIII FINAL MEMBER LIST MEMBER LIST 1. Haven_gal (Gold)2. M e a m e a a (7)3. Unphotographable4. Oxidado (6, 7, 10) 5. Shadow_articuno 6. AGCourtney7. Heart Shaped Toastie8. Chikorin Moonie (3, 5)9. Roy Salamandra (3) 10. Respectful Rhino (5, 6)11. Bellecat (7) 12. Draconissa 13. `Aine Chievious (3, 10) 14. Tindil Alozze 15. KeJoRo16. zarboth17. Alpha the White18. Equinoxious19. Gynne20. [Moseley] (1, 3, 7) JAMES21. Hatmaster (7, 8, 9) 22. Yaled (1)23. the.Blue.Iris (1) 24. Ei-Kichi St Alth (Professor Oak)25. flamingdove JESSIE26. heavensdark (Pearl)27. Help The Bombardier28. Ginji of Thunder29. MonJ Redux (3, 10) (Silver) 30. Anagove (7, cool 31. Mylian (9) 32. Namuie33. Ironic Bonding34. Unknown R A I N B O W (Pearl) 35. Fortette Askasa (Meowth) (3)36. Derrai (1, 7) 37. Tedie Behr (1) 38. gute nacht mond (2, 3, 4) KEY: Sniped
Killed
Jailed
Eliminated
Doin' Fine---------------- ----------------
GAME INFORMATION In honor of the recent Pokemon release, and because we are total nerds, Game 38 will have a Pokemon theme! All the usual rules apply: the Sniper and Crazed Killer will get to choose one individual to kill. The News Reporter will get to ask for a clue for either the Sniper or the Crazed Killer. The Dark News Reporter may ask for a clue to the identities of any one of the four G-Teams or the News Reporter. Last, the G-Teams will select one individual to protect. There are a few variations on who is who in this game, and eight people will receive special roles! The Sniper James, traditionally kills with a sniper rifle or pistol. The Crazed Killer Jessie, more creative with her murders. News Reporter Professor Oak. Gives clues to the identities of Jessie, James, and Meowth. G-Teams Four: Gold, Silver, Diamond, and Pearl. Will have the opportunity to save a trainer from being assassinated. Dark News Reporter Meowth. Divulges clues about the identities of Professor Oak and any of the 4 G-Teams. Trainers Everybody else, would like to catch 'em all. Remember, this is a game of lies, deceit, trickery, and murder! I encourage you to do whatever you can to either catch Jessie and James or screw with everyone else's heads. The game will end when either both Jessie and James are caught or there is only one non-murderer character left. Good luck, have fun, and don't forget to vote! The game will begin Tuesday, March 23, 9pm EST. Roles will be distributed by midnight tonight. Keep your eyes peeled! End Results:
News Reporter: Killed in round 1.
Dark News Reporter: Killed in round 5.
G-Team: No Saves. 2 dead (Killed in rounds 6 and 7). 2 survivors.
Sniper: 6 successful kills. Jailed on Day 8.
Crazed Killer: 10 successful kills. Jailed on Day 12.
GCDers: 6 jailed. (2 simultaneously killed and jailed.) 2 eliminated for inactivity. 9 survivors.
GCDERS VICTORIOUS!
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