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Maximum Carnage Mafia (Legacy) - GAME OVER Bcb wins and everyone else loses, lol


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Day 1

General Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross stands before the group of miscreants, ne’er-do-wells, and other questionable entities he’s gathered together for the mission of a lifetime. A holographic projection of New York City casts a dim blue glow over the faces of the Thunderbolts.

“Alright folks, here’s the situation. New York’s in trouble. Big trouble. You’re our first, last, and only line of defense between them and us. Who’s them? Glad you asked.”

Ross hits a button, the hologram changing to show the face of Swag.

“This is the enemy.”

Swag is alive. He is Carnage, ???, Maximum Carnage.

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“We’re going in, we’re taking down his little gang, and then we’re shutting him down. Can’t let any of the little bastards escape—just one is enough to start the whole plague over again. Remember, we win when Carnage is eliminated.

 A figure in the back of the room raises a hand, shouting out a question before Ross can call on them. “What’s our entry point?”

Ross smirks and roughly jerks his thumb behind him. “That’s our ticket in.”

A hulking figure lurches out of the shadows, menacing red light shining from Blue’s eyes as he comes into sight.

Blue is locked in a hellish nightmare, neither alive nor dead. He is The Man-Thing, Bulletproof Nexus, Thunderbolts.

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Ross checks his watch, then snaps his fingers. “Alright buttercups, buckle up. It’s go time.”

An eerie, shimmering red light emanates from Blue, and within moments, the Thunderbolts find themselves transported to the fiery wreck of the New York City streets. But it appears the magic of the Man-Thing has had an unexpected result: the task force members find themselves separated! As they pick their way through the city, each one silently asks themselves: how will I tell friend from foe?

It is now Day 1. Day will end at 9pm.

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2 minutes ago, gopherwrestler said:

Three thirty in the mornin', not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town, on a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm movin' in
He's headin' back from somewhere, that he never should have been

and the thunder rolls.....

the thunder rolls

 

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