The Deathworlders
A Mafia Game Based on the Deathworlders Novels
A Mafia Game Based on the Deathworlders Novels
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Moderator: morph the cat
(Cabd & fferyllt)
Reviewer: Syryana
(Cabd & fferyllt)
Reviewer: Syryana
" See, they have this planetary classification system for temperate
worlds like ours.” Jenkins said amiably, as on the screen one of the
players hauled himself back up onto his skates, clearly a bit winded but
otherwise no worse than if he’d taken a hard body-check from one of the
Arizonan players.
“Category one is, like, the Garden of Eden. You could drop any
species in the galaxy down there completely buck bare and they’d be
happy as Larry for the rest of their lives.” he continued, as Canucks
and Coyotes players helped one another to their feet. Alien though their
body language was, everybody could see the alarm and surprise the
Hunters were feeling as every single one of the humans they had shot
turned out to be not only alive, but angry.
“Most planets are like, a four to six or so. You don’t want to get
caught in the rain and you’ll need to work for your food, but generally
it’s pretty easy living on those worlds.”
The aliens fired again, punching the players off their feet again.
“Anything above Class ten is considered a deathworld.” Jenkins
continued as, yet again, the players got back up, and this time they
started skating around the invading aliens, which formed a defensive
corral and began to fire wildly at the circling sportsmen. It quickly
became apparent that their reflexes and aim were remarkably sluggish and
that the circling skaters were just too fast to hit. Shot after shot
splashed harmlessly on the plexiglass.
At first, the people behind the barrier cowered, but that plexiglass was rated to a much, MUCH
higher resilience than even the heaviest Kinetic Pulse fire. It didn’t
take long for the cowering fans to realise this, and begin to chant:
“Kick their ass! Kick their ass!”
Kevin Jenkins opened a beer for himself.
“Earth,” he said, with vicious satisfaction. “Is a Class Twelve.”
worlds like ours.” Jenkins said amiably, as on the screen one of the
players hauled himself back up onto his skates, clearly a bit winded but
otherwise no worse than if he’d taken a hard body-check from one of the
Arizonan players.
“Category one is, like, the Garden of Eden. You could drop any
species in the galaxy down there completely buck bare and they’d be
happy as Larry for the rest of their lives.” he continued, as Canucks
and Coyotes players helped one another to their feet. Alien though their
body language was, everybody could see the alarm and surprise the
Hunters were feeling as every single one of the humans they had shot
turned out to be not only alive, but angry.
“Most planets are like, a four to six or so. You don’t want to get
caught in the rain and you’ll need to work for your food, but generally
it’s pretty easy living on those worlds.”
The aliens fired again, punching the players off their feet again.
“Anything above Class ten is considered a deathworld.” Jenkins
continued as, yet again, the players got back up, and this time they
started skating around the invading aliens, which formed a defensive
corral and began to fire wildly at the circling sportsmen. It quickly
became apparent that their reflexes and aim were remarkably sluggish and
that the circling skaters were just too fast to hit. Shot after shot
splashed harmlessly on the plexiglass.
At first, the people behind the barrier cowered, but that plexiglass was rated to a much, MUCH
higher resilience than even the heaviest Kinetic Pulse fire. It didn’t
take long for the cowering fans to realise this, and begin to chant:
“Kick their ass! Kick their ass!”
Kevin Jenkins opened a beer for himself.
“Earth,” he said, with vicious satisfaction. “Is a Class Twelve.”
Players
1: Ellibereth
2: chesspig4 (hydra of Chesskid and Cephrir)
3: Ginngie
4: The Betting Pool (hydra of Lucky2u and penguin_alien)
5: Lady Lambdadelta
6: Vaxkiller
7: Ghostlin
8: Kaede Akamatsu
9: mastina
10: ActionVoyage (hydra of ActionDan and UC Voyager)
11: Cold Pizza (hydra of HolySpiritTurtle and Varsoon)
12: WhemePlay (hydra of srceenplay and whemestar)
13: hebichan
14: Smocaine
Spoiler: Alive
Spoiler: Dead
Spoiler: Banished
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