_"Well my pretty little people, I see we've decided on who to kill. Who is it, Mr. Fishie? What? We're killing Shlimazel?" mrxak asks.
"What! No! We're killing Mackilroy!" Shlimazel protests. "Mr. Fishie always lies!"
"Oh yes, of course, I should've asked Mr. Doggy. I see," mrxak listened carefully to the balloon animal. "Yes, you're quite right. We're going to kill Mackilroy. Take him away guards!"
Mackilroy is dragged away kicking and screaming. mrxak laughs from the podium.
"And guards, go to high alert. We may be haqre nugginpox ol gur erzenvavat angovbaf. Pesky bastards. I knew we should've kept better security," mrxak called to them. "Now my minions, feast! Feast upon your delicious snacks at the vending machine!"
The delegates look around at each other and then shuffle towards the vending machine, but as they approach each offers to let the others go first.
"Oh, don't worry, Speedy tells me he fixed that spike pit trap door personally. There shouldn't be any danger," mrxak says. The delegates appear to be nervous still, but go and get their snacks. On the way back to their seats, RJC Ultra lags behind. He begins to cough, then falls to the ground.
"Hey! You okay?" jrsh92 bends over him.
"I... should've... used... exact... change," RJC Ultra says, then promptly dies. A single quarter rolls out of his hand, and one of the delegates bends down to pick it up.
"Don't touch that!" mrxak shouts. "The coin is poison! Ugh, headache."
mrxak walks up the small ramp from the speed boat and steps onto the submarine. He looks around at the half dozen nameless henchmen.
"Zel tabbiq naq unccul sevraqf. Vo fognaq orsber libh ba gur savryq bis gur yenfog ternog onggyr bis guvf jabeyq. Jor funyy quvir fobba, bapr Vo naz vafavqor gur fhoznevar, naq libh funyy sovtug gib gur qorngu gib farr jub jivyy zonxr vag vagb gur nave yabpx. Bayl bar bs libh zonl yavir, ohg jubrire qobrof funyy or ivprebel sabe gur qonl," mrxak says, then steps into the airlock. On the bridge, he gives additional orders. "Yanhapu noyy erzanvavat ahxorf, naq ortva faceranqvat gur ovbjirnocba. Ugh, who's turn is it for volleyball?"
"Volleyball?" orcaloverbri9 asked.
"Yes, volleyball, dangit," mrxak appears frustrated. "I didn't build this volleyball court in my secret underwater base for nothing!"
"Secret underwater base?" SoItBegins asks, confused.
"Yes, no, I mean, beach volleyball. Yes, we need to go to the beach! Everyone to the cars! We'll continue voting and killing people there!" mrxak yells, picking up his balloon animals and rushing out of the room. "Come on, Speedy! We're gonna need hotdogs too!"
"I guess we should follow him." Templar98921 shrugs._
Yes, it's GTW beach party time. Bring your own hot dogs. That means we're running out of players, and I gotta be ready in case you finish the game soon. Mackilroy was pure dagnasty evil. RJC Ultra was another innocent. Congrats on getting your first bad guy.
Round Three Votes
jrsh92 -
orcaloverbri9 -
SoItBegins -
Shlimazel -
Templar98921 -
"What is it Clara?"
"Simulated cardiac failure on MAK203 and RJC206."
"Hmm, things seem to be accelerating then. Good, good. How is MRX200?"
"He's spouting more of that gibberish, I think it's his brain fighting us."
"But we're close. This proves we're close. He'll reveal everything soon. He'd better."
"You look worried, doctor."
"They're attacking again."
"Intruder alert! Security fire teams to east corridor, level 8! West side fire teams fall back to level 10!"
"Push him to 99%. And don't lecture me about calibration."