Posts from Мафия 39. Piece of emptiness for the small December.

Since you don't want a 100% victory

There will be a 100% victory if the Mafia doesn't go out at night to kill. But I don't believe that will happen.

Execute Jack. I'm already fed up with these conversations; each one is more outrageous than the last.

Yes, show no mercy to the mages. Execute Jack. Let Bio try to kill Rimp.

So, should we wrap up for the day?

Yes.

I won't change my vote.

I was just thinking, and maybe... Morny is a mafia member? Х)

Maf won't go kill an empty town. That's your problem.

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Rimp, are you going Alliance!? Let's rush the town!

Whatever. You wanted to get revenge, not us. lol

You owe me 10 million dollars, a helicopter, and... maybe I'll consider it.

I offer you a broken toy car, 2 half-eaten peaches, and maybe I'll let you commit suicide... and maybe I'll think about it.

Okay, fine, I'll accept a suicidal move. I'll even agree to give up two slightly damaged peaches. But a broken machine? You guys are monsters! I'm not willing to make such sacrifices. Fix the machine, and we have a deal. :)

... Dgak didn't argue or resist; he simply followed into the temporary isolation cell, where, without saying a word, he sat down on the hard bench. But he already knew what would happen in the near future and had already prepared a plan ...

He no longer needed to hide; now, nothing could stop him.
The gates of a small, iron hangar warped, and in the next second, they shattered into pieces with a loud crash. Void emerged from his temporary shelter and headed towards the center of the barrier, towards its heart – a tall tower that had been the goal of everyone who had ever come here, people and not-quite-people, regardless of how they intended to use it.
The inhabitants of the barrier watched him with fear from the windows of their homes; no one dared to go outside.
Void gently pushed open the gates leading to the main hall; they bent and came loose from their hinges, falling onto the smooth floor. He approached the generator, which stretched from the depths of the earth to the top of the tower.
It was time to do what needed to be done.

The Mechanic barely managed to get to his feet from the blood-soaked floor; his whole body ached, especially his head. He walked to the mirror and immediately recoiled from his reflection. Apparently, someone had hit him hard on the head. Searching for the source of the intense, burning pain, he unbuttoned his shirt and saw a small hole on the right side of his chest; apparently, a bullet had only grazed his chest and left a bloody mark on his shoulder. But he didn't remember anything that had happened here that morning.
He saw a gun in a pool of blood. And then he remembered how, in a panic, he had taken it out of his safe when horror broke into the house. How he had emptied the entire magazine into the shadow that was already aiming two of its own guns at him. How he had run at it with his bare hands. Everything that happened after that, he only remembered in fragments... a strong blow to the head... a loud bark... a shot... a dull thud, probably the sound of a body falling to the floor... more shots.
He quickly, as much as he could in his condition, darted back into the room.

The Doctor brushed himself off and ran to the field, where Bio was already waiting at the edge. Taking his weapon, the Doctor clicked on the panel sewn into his sleeve; numerous numbers danced across the display.
- One more... - the Doctor said with bitterness in his voice. - Bio, the dome won't last much longer.
The latter shuddered and hissed, clicking its claws.
- People will want to run, but they won't be saved from the debris. Don't let them leave their homes.
Bio hissed in understanding.

Void had already torn off the protective panel and was now disconnecting countless wires that prevented him from accessing the main thing, the core of the reactor.
Finally, he reached the glass case that surrounded the core. This was no ordinary glass; it was the same material as the outside, the dome was made of it. Although it was much thinner in this place, it would take a lot of strength to break it, because here it was directly powered by the source.
He placed his hand on the glass and began the process. Thin cracks appeared on the glass.

He burst into the control room and immediately rushed to the generator control panel. He clicked on a dozen switches, pulled several levers, and began typing a command into the control panel. After each action, he had to enter his thirty-character password.
When he was finished, he got up from the chair and walked to a metal cabinet painted with black and yellow stripes. He entered another password and opened the small, but thick, metal door. A red and black safety switch was secured with plastic clips. He was about to pull it, but suddenly someone slapped him on the back of the head.
- Are you an idiot? - the Doctor stood behind him. - Do you want to incinerate us all with dark energy?
- I'm going to destroy it! - the Mechanic shouted. - The reaction won't go beyond the tower!
- Fool. What do you think it is?
The Doctor slammed the cabinet door shut and walked to the control panel.
- Who are you?! - the Mechanic was angry. - A murderer has no right to tell me what to do!
With these words, he pointed his gun at the Doctor. The latter glanced at him from behind the chair.
- Loaded? Shoot. - he said calmly.
A click sounded, and the gun flew out of the Mechanic's hand and onto the floor, sparking.
- Look. - the Doctor said, pointing to his weapon, lying on the floor, faintly glowing purple. - Don't try to shoot.
After that, he clicked on the keys, entering some strange password, consisting of one hundred, or even more, characters. Then he began to turn the levers and click on the switches.
- He'll kill us, he'll kill everything... - the Mechanic whispered desperately.
- He won't. We need to reduce the generator's power to a minimum.
- Wait...! What are you doing?! - the only one of the currently living password holders suddenly realized. - Where do you know the passwords from?! Who are you?!
- The thing is, I once gave these very passwords to eleven watchmen, but just in case, I kept one for myself, the main one.

The generator's power was decreasing. Void roared with rage and put all his strength into the final blow; the glass cracked and shattered. He quickly put his hand to the cold, shiny surface of the core. Below, underground, a creak and a squeak were heard.
A very loud siren wailed, and the barrier was once again illuminated by hundreds of red alarm lights.

- Oh no!...
- Don't worry. - the Doctor took a sip of freshly brewed coffee. - Casualties have been minimized.
The dome shuddered slightly.
The Doctor took a large sip of coffee.
Large cracks ran across the dome in all directions, from the tower.
- No-o-o! - the Mechanic screamed with all his might.
There were even more cracks, and soon they covered every centimeter of the dome's surface.
An explosion was heard somewhere underground.
The Doctor put the cup on the panel.
The tower, where the generator was located, began to collapse, from top to bottom; only a smooth rod of the core remained visible, stretching to the dome itself. A black spark ran along the rod, and it split into several parts.
The sound of breaking glass was heard, and the dome collapsed on the former haven of peace and justice.

People screamed as they ran out of the half-destroyed houses, not knowing where to go. The Watcher is dead, the tower is destroyed.
Bio shook off the shards of thick glass and headed to the place where the Doctor had gone, the glass crunched under his feet.
The Doctor slowly walked out of the control center gates, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
- A beautiful new world, this is what dreams lead to, Bio.
Bio only hissed negatively in response.
- Yes, I know, you think I'm wrong. - The Doctor finished his coffee and threw the cup on the ground. - It's time for us to leave; I don't know what will be worse, falling into the hands of Void or the raiders who will arrive here soon.
The Doctor picked up his gun and gave it to Bio.
- Hey, let's go! - he shouted to someone.
The abandoned gang buggy was in its place. The Doc deactivated the charge left here by Demo for safety and got behind the wheel.
Bio climbed into his usual place behind him.
The Mechanic hesitated and was reluctant to get into the car.
- This is the best option. - the Doctor urged. - Get in.

It was already evening; everywhere you could hear cursing and shouting, whistling, and even cheerful songs from the marauders who had arrived at the site of the former barrier. Everything that could be looted had already been looted.
Void kicked another stone out of the rubble. Something glinted under the debris of the tower. After the energy blast, most of the debris had turned to dust.
He finally found it.
His outstretched hand was grabbed by someone else's.

Visitor wins.

Great game, Rimp. Truly a well-deserved victory.