"All right," Retro!Blarg said, sitting down in his chair, "The Trickster thing was a ruse. Sorry for wasting your time."
"That's it," Ourobolus said, rising from his chair, murder in his eyes.
"Get him! Get him!" TerraByte chanted.
Then a flash of light exploded off of Retro!Blarg.
"FOOL!" he boomed, "This isn't even my final form! Prepare to feel the wrath of my Team 800 foot soldiers!"
With that, he turned expectantly to the door of the Taco Shop.
No one entered.
Retro cocked his head, "What is this?" He reached into his pocket, fished out a cellphone and dialed a number. "Kenny? Yeah. Where are my foot soldiers? What do you mean they quit? What? That Smile Dip was not expired. Just, Kenny? Just round up whoever's left. Sheesh." Retro hung up the phone.
He turned to look at the expectant Gafia members.
"Right. Where was I?"
I am
Blargonaut the
Abomination
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, they all think I'm an ANNOYING, WORM-EATING, KID!
K = Killers
I = Investigators
D = Doctors
I have three shots, and each shot can be used once. I can disable Killers, Investigators, or Doctors for One Night.
Oh yeah, the fact that there were no kills last night? Ouro's right, that was because of me. It just wasn't because of him.
"Oh," I hear you say, "But Ouro role-blocked you!" Well, he tried. I'm also Ascetic. This means that I am immune to any action EXCEPT night kills. I've been playing along with Ouro this whole time, because I got a message from Launchpad saying that Ouro had attempted to block me, and fail. False sense of security, Blarg-style. Sorry KIDs.
I am neutral, by the way. My powers affect Town and Mafia alike. I win when I accomplish all three shots, or by surviving the game. Once again, my job as Blargonaut is to inconvinence as many people as possible.