Day 1 - Wining and DyingIt was a special day in the small but growing forum of Team Chaos. One member, MegaPod, had been organizing an event in the Team Chaos Dining Hall, which he had materialized out of nothing just for the occasion. Now members new and old were gathered around the long table with food in front of them. The event's host, MegaPod, sits at one end of the table with one each of the Team Bosses, Rainbow Cloud and Maniacal Engineer, seated on either side of him.
"It was very nice of you to organize this lovely dinner party for us," Rainbow Cloud compliments MegaPod.
"Yeeesss... Dinner party..." MegaPod responds with a weird smirk on his face, drumming his fingers together rhythmically. "To
welcome new members..."
"Why did you say it all creepy like that?" questions Changeling, eyeing the fellow Team Chaos administrator suspiciously.
"I'm more concerned about this dubious drinkware," ME cuts in, raising an eyebrow at the repurposed human skulls being used as cups for each place setting. He holds his in his robotic hand and examines it. "Whose skulls are these, anyways, Pod?"
"Mine, of course," MegaPod replies. "Don't worry, they were merely salvaged," Mega adds to assuage ME's doubts.
"Good enough for me," blurts Cilantro through a mouthful of orange peel garnish. "Mind pouring me some of that Cranky John?" he asks, holding up his cranial drinkware.
"No problem," Pod remarks. MegaPod reaches for a chilled bottle labeled "PepsYEE" and pours Cilantro his soft drink.
"So, when's DG gonna get here?" asks Max1996 after swallowing a bite of his pizza.
"Derpghost was having some trouble finding the portal," MegaPod answers. "Maybe if I reconfigure the Chaos Portal generator to temporarily open the portal in my tower lobby instead of that creepy upstairs room..."
"I can do it," Zexy interjects, standing up from his seat between DarthWolf and AussieEevee. "I'm a bit of a engineer, you know, so you just leave it to me."
"You mean 'leave to WE,'" Maniacal Engineer corrects in between bites of his Marinara Eggplant. "There's only one ME here and that's ME." Zexy groans and rolls his eyes before walking off. "And Zexy?" ME calls out across the Dining Hall.
"Yes?"
"Don't screw it up."
Zexy marches over to a large, square-shaped frame generating a swirling portal bridging the spacial gap between Team Chaos and Bulbagarden. "'Screw it up?' The nerve of him sometimes..." he mutters as he begins angrily tinkering with the control console.
Mere minutes pass in the Dining Hall before MegaPod repeatedly taps a spoon on his skull cup. "A toast!" he exclaims.
Drift shrugs and responds, "I'll take it."
"Here you go!" Just as MegaPod tosses Drift the crispy piece of bread, however, a giant vortex suddenly manifests above the Dining Hall, tearing open the roof. A frightening storm of lightning bolts rages as numerous portals to fictional universes begin spawning all across the sky. A multitude of random fictional characters rain into Team Chaos through the portals, some landing on top of the dining table and sending food flying everywhere. The freak storm stops as suddenly as it began; the spacial anomalies vanish, and the lights go out in the Dining Hall and all over Team Chaos. "ZEEEXYYYYYY!!!" rings Maniacal Engineer's angry voice through the darkness.
"Oops..." Zexy disconnects the Chaos Portal generator and reinstates the power as quickly as he can manage. As the lights come back on in the Dining Hall, the party guests all turn their attention to the end of the table to see a gory sight: MegaPod slumped over his salad with a butter knife sticking straight through his neck.
Multiple users gasp, and Doctor Floptopus leaps out of her seat and rushes over to inspect MegaPod. After a few seconds, she turns to the room to declare the terrible news. "He's...
he's...
...he's breathing." A collective groan can be heard coming from the party guests. "No, wait...he's gone." Almost everyone in the room lets out a relieved sigh.
MegaPod was killed!Dear MegaPod, you are the sample role pm. A longer description would usually be here, but this character is pretty self explanatory.
Because you're in charge of the game, you are the Host. You must regularly update the game thread and give the players their results. You win as long as your first hosted mafia game's not a complete fiasco.
A floorboard at the entrance of the room creaks, and ME shoots an angry glare in that direction at Zexy, who stands there awkwardly along with Derpghost. "Um...Derp's here," the Wannabe Engineer mumbles.
Day 1 has started! You may now begin voting.
