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[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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Werewolves
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Whether the two of you are cursed or blessed is perhaps a matter of opinion. What is fact, though, is that you have become murderous Werewolves. You slew the townsman and feasted up the flesh of his family. Unfortunately, it seems to have gotten you caught up in this mess.

No matter, you have the strength to fight your way free. Now, as long as you have the wits to outsmart these fools you’ll be able to make your escape.

Each night one of you may Kill one of the other characters.

Jokerman-EXE (werewolf)
 In your search for a way to defeat your betrayer you have traveled far and wide. You have dabbled in dark magics, and the results have been mixed. You have inadvertently traded your magical powers for those of a Werewolf Leader. By day you can maintain your mask of civility and poise, but at night the desire to rend and kill becomes neigh uncontrollable.

 Due to your overwhelming power and strength, and the unquenchable rage within you, even if lynched you will not go down without a fight. Should you be lynched you will kill one random townsperson before they take you down.

SaintDraze (werewolf)
 Your quest for bacon led you to make some unwise decisions, and Jokerman-EXE managed to convert you into his pack. You are now a Werewolf Flanker, trained to help your leader take down even the most stalwart of prey. If you Assist in the night kill, you make it unblockable.

You have a magical connection that allows you to communicate in secret.
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Akhier the Dragon hearted (town)
Your quest for a Dragon’s power has a motive that few know. Long ago you witnessed the massacre of your entire village by Werewolves. This event has haunted you your entire life, and you have dedicated yourself to exterminating the vile creatures. As you trained as a Werewolf Hunter you learned many things. How to fight them, and to some extent how to protect yourself from them. But you know it’s not enough. You could still lose to them. So you seek the power of an even mightier being. That of a Dragon!

 As a Hunter you may choose to Kill one player each night, if you so wish.

 You are Town Aligned.
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Book (town)
 Your research into a mostly-functioning Holoform Modulator has resulted in the most amazing creation. This device allows you to manipulate light and sound perfectly. This gives you the powers of an Illusionist, and you can use this power to confuse and confound you opponents. Each night you may re-direct another player’s night action.

 You are Town Aligned.
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Darvi (town)
 The voices talk to you. They tell you things. Useful things. Things other people don’t know. You are a Fortune Teller, and by listening to the voices and drawing what they tell you to you can discern what Type of role another player has.

 Each night you may choose to listen to what the voices have to say about another player. You will then learn if that player is a Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, or Survivor.

 You are Town Aligned.
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Mysteriousbluepuppet (town)

 You are a simple traveler. You wandered into this town through a route you don’t even remember, and now it seems that you might die here. But if you use your wits and find these killers quickly, maybe you’ll get out of here in one piece.

 Heck, maybe there will even be a reward in it for you!

 You are Town Aligned.
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NativeForeigner (town)

 You are a simple traveler. You wandered into this town through a route you don’t even remember, and now it seems that you might die here. But if you use your wits and find these killers quickly, maybe you’ll get out of here in one piece.

 Heck, maybe there will even be a reward in it for you!

 You are Town Aligned.
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Pandarsenic (town)

 You are not just a simple traveller through time. No, you sir are one of the Queen’s Knights! Trained in all manner of combat and hardened by years of missions throughout time and space. You are pretty confident that you can handle just about anything this town throws against you. In fact, your training and abilities mean that you are basically immune to any night kill attempts upon you.

 You are Town Aligned.
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Toaster (town)

 You have lived in this town a long time. One of it’s few long-term residents. In fact, you’re the sole Priest in this town!

 You can harness your special connection to the gods to attempt to bring a dead player back to life once during the game. If you are pure of faith and perform the ceremony well they will return as they were. If your faith is impure, or make a mistake, things could go badly indeed.

 You are Town Aligned.
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leafsnail (other)
 You’re an odd sort. Which, considering that you’re actually a Ghoul isn’t that surprising. You exist in a strange state between life and death, and that state gives you a hatred and mistrust of all living creatures. So much so that you’re willing to kill them. Your connection with death also grants you strength, and through the consumption of dead flesh you can gain even more power.

 Each night you may choose to Kill an opponent. Alternatively, if there is a corpse available, you may choose to Eat it instead. If you eat a corpse you gain power and your next kill becomes unblockable.

 You win when there is no one left to oppose you.

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

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Night 1
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Akhier the Dragon hearted  Town  Werewolf Hunter        Kill Jokerman-EXE  Kills

 Walking the halls of the inn at night you see faint marks on the wood. Claw marks.

 Werewolf.

 Following them you find that they lead down to the kitchen. Hmm. Could be lurking down there. You slowly, quietly, head down the stairs.

 *crash*

 The sound of a breaking window, and a muted cry of pain! Sounds like it came from the courtyard!

 Rushing down the stairs you take a few moments to scan the kitchen before heading out into the courtyard.

 You see the giant form of a Werewolf towering over a figure lying on the cobblestones. Half-man, half-wolf! Unusual. Normally they can only turn into a giant wolf...

 Before you can do anything the werewolf lunges down and tears out the man’s throat.

 Pulling out your crossbow you slowly knock a silver quarrel. But as the string clicks into place the monster’s ears twitch and it raises its head towards you. Cursing silently you snap off a shot at the beast’s head.

 The bolt whistles through the night. Snarling, the werewolf leaps to the right.

 *thud*

 Not fast enough, though. The bolt slams into his shoulder and the monster growls in pain. It yanks the quarrel out and tosses it onto the ground. The red glow of its eyes intensifies and it moves towards you with startling speed. You toss the crossbow on the ground and draw your silvered blade.

 As the beast draws near you roll out of the way. Razor sharp claws spark as he slices a chunk off the stone wall of the inn.

 You leap at the beast, blade flashing in the moonlight. It dodges backwards, the tip of the sword slicing off a tuft of fur as it passes inches from the creature’s belly.

 A powerful backhand sends you spinning away. You duck into a roll and manage to dodge as it leaps after you. You face off, slowly circling each other. Keeping your blade pointed at the beast you grab a hand full of herbs from a pouch at your belt.

 The creature lunges at you, claws slicing through the air. You drop to a knee and hurl the wolfsbane into it’s maw. It reels backwards, choking. Seeing your chance you lunge towards it.

 The blade sinks deep, cutting through fur and flesh to pierce the heart beneath.

 Stunned, the creature staggers backwards. It lets out a pitiful whimper as it touches the wound and raises it’s hand to up. It seems almost baffled by the sight of its own blood.

 With a low sigh it collapses to the ground, dead.

 Looking around, warily, you retrieve your crossbow. There is another one around, and you’ll need to find it before it finds you. A sharp pain in your arm tells you that the blow you took was worse than you though. You’ll need to get that healed up before you fight any more.

 With a last, grim, look at the two bodies in the courtyard you head back to your room.
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Book   Town  Illusionist        Redirect Toaster to Book  Redirects, Dies

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 You wake up in a cold sweat. You’re not sure what caused it, but you look around the room cautiously. Nothing.

 Going to the door you hear faint footsteps, fading as they move away from your room. You debate opening the door to see who it is, but it’d be too dark to really see anything. And, besides, no need to get yourself killed off.

 The sound of a horse’s whinny draws your attention. “Now what could be bothering the horses?” you mutter to yourself. You walk over to the window and peer out. You see a brief movement out of the corner of your eye. Squinting, you press up against the glass and try to see more of the outside. Suddenly the glass in front of you shatters and a large arm grabs onto your nightshirt. Too shocked to react you suddenly find yourself flying through the. Pain explodes through your body as you slam onto the hard cobblestones below.

 You struggle to get up, but it’s no use. Your body barely responds. You can’t even feel your legs.

 Damn. I...I think my spine is broken. You gasp in pain and manage to flop yourself over.

 You hear a heavy thud beside you. Looking up you see the towering form of a Werewolf. A low growl from its throat causes you to freeze. You want to scream for help, move, anything. But your mind can only stammer in mute terror.

 The last thing you see is the wolf’s muzzle coming down towards your throat.
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Darvi   Town  Fortune Teller        Inspect Native  Survivor

 You sit on your bed, notebook in hand. You start thinking about Native, and soon the voices begin to whisper to you. Your hand moves to draw the scene the voices paint in your mind, almost as if it is directed by someone else.

 The drawing is complete. A figure cowering in the night, fearing for his safety as malevolent figures lurk in the darkness. Hmmm, a Survivor, then. Good to know.
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Jokerman-EXE  Werewolf  Werewolf Leader        Kill Book  Kills, dies

 Power flows through you. You shift into this new form you have acquired. Powerful. Strong. Primal.

 Such a difference from your normal form. At a huge cost of magical power, of course, but soooo worth it.

 You growl happily to yourself before heading out for the hunt.

 A silent message sent to Steve and your packmate is off. He shall patrol the halls and prevent any interference in the hunt. And, of course, corner your prey should he try to escape.

 You make your way out to the courtyard. Book has a room with a large window overlooking the courtyard. Perfect.

 You clamber on top of the barn and use it as a way to the roof. Startled and worried by the sounds and smells of your presence, they whinny in terror. Snarling in annoyance you quickly get yourself up and out of sight.

 Over on top of the inn you swing yourself down near his window. Your sharp claws easily pierce the stone, letting you hold on to what should have been an unscalable wall.

 Movement in the window. The smell of fear. Your prey makes this all too easy! You smash through the glass and grab hold of his shirt. With a yank you toss him out of the window and send him crashing to the cobblestones below.

 He lands heavily. You can smell the fear and pain. The bloodlust heightens as you watch him squirm in pain on the ground.

 You leap down to the ground, landing next to him with a slight thud. He struggles to move away from you, but it seems his legs are paralyzed. Hah! Broke his spine in the fall!.

 You growl with pleasure at the thought and he freezes. Perfect.

 With a quick lunge you rip out his throat. The warm blood gushes into your mouth, and the taste is like heaven. No human food could ever match this! There is nothing...nothing at all like the taste of a fresh kill!

 *click*

 Your ears perk up with alarm. That sound came from nearby!

 Looking up you see a figure in the doorway to the kitchen, a crossbow in hand. You try to leap away but the bolt catches you in the shoulder as you dodge. Burning pain erupts in your shoulder and arm. Silver!

 With a snarl you wrench the bolt out and cast the foul thing on the ground.

 Rage builds within you and you charge forward at this human that dared to attack you. The man throws down the crossbow and draws out a short, heavy sword.

 Your claws slice through where his head was as he rolls away. Sparks fly as you rip a chunk out of the stone wall. The man then attacks, the blade missing you by mere inches as you dodge backwards. A silver blade. Whoever he is, he was prepared to face me!

 A swift backhand sends the man flying backwards. You leap after him, but he tucks into a roll and manages to get away.

 You face off, slowly circling each other. Your eyes are focused on that deadly blade. The silvered metal glinting in the moonlight. Out of the corner of your eye you see him dip a hand into a pouch at his belt.

 Reacting quickly you lunge at him, moving to the side to avoid the tip of the sword. He hurtles a fistfull of herbs at you and you reel back, choking. Wolfsbane! Damn him!

 A sharp, burning pain in your chest. The blade...your heart...

 You stagger backwards. A whimper escapes you as you struggle to understand. How did this happen? The power....my revenge....

 You lift up the hand that clutched at your chest. It is wet with blood. Your blood.

 How....

 The last thing you see is the moon as you collapse onto your back. The moon...calls...

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Leafsnail   3rd  Ghoul        Kill Toaster  Kills
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Jack arrives back at his room.  He checks his seal carefully, then steps in.  He moves a chest of drawers in front of the door, and lies on his bed.  Damnit... that feeling is back, worse than ever.  That feeling has never been a good sign.  Jack drifts off to sleep fitfully, and something else awakes.

It dismantles the feeble barricade Jack made on his door.  It steps out into the corridor, and sets out towards Toaster's room.  Yes... at last, another chance to feed.

((Kill Toaster.  You can ignore the flavour here if you want))                   
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Must hunt.

Hunt who?

Thrakor. Smells tasty.

Yes....him. We shall eat him.

Why? Why do you do this? Why do you kill?!! I don’t want to kill anyone!

Silence! We must feed. We must hunt. The living must pay!!

...

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The prey is not here. Must wait for prey.

*impatience*

Must wait. Must ambush.

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The prey approaches!

Kill! Now!

We fight!

Ha! Fall down prey! Let us eat you.

What? Shovel! No, bad prey! No try to hit us with shovel!

I take shovel. Ha! How you like that!!

We fall!

No! Roll. Get up. Fight more.

Ha! Shovel good! Bash with shovel!

Bash! Bash!

Prey dead. Delicious blood everywhere. Drink. Eat.

No! Is not delicious! Is all...warm. And nasty. And flesh is warm. Taste is all wrong. Must wait. Must...ripen.

Right. Right. Must wait. Eat prey later. No good now.

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You awaken in your bed. Your clothing is splattered with blood, and a bloody shovel is gripped in one hand. You throw it away from yourself. You need to get cleaned up, hide the shovel. Oh, gods...what did you do last night???
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SaintDraze   Werewolf  Werewolf Flanker        Assist Jokerman  Assists

 At Jokerman’s direction you patrol the hall outside Book’s room. No one will interfere with the kill. Nothing will stop it. And should he try to flee, you will be here to catch him.

 Your mouth salivates at the thought of fresh blood as you hear the window break in Book’s room.  He won’t last long against your pack-leader. No, not long at all!

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Toaster   Town  Sinful Priest        Raise Pandarsenic  redirected, dies
 After gathering your things you head off down to the courtyard. You’d heard Moe say something about burying the body beneath the large tree. Good, that’ll provide some cover to prevent anyone from noticing you.

 Wandering through the dark is difficult, but you find the stairs easily enough. The light of the moon provides just enough light. Arriving down at the tree you pull out your shovel and try to figure the best place to start digging.

 The scene before your eyes wavers and fades. You’re...you’re not standing by the tree. You’re in someone else’s room! You see an empty bed and a shattered window. Looking around you see some glowing knick-knacks. Book’s room, but he’s not here. And you’re pretty sure you don’t want to be here, either!

You quickly make your way out of the room and head back to yours.

Something strange is going on here tonight. Getting close to your room you realize that your door is open a bit. Odd. I thought I closed that. You take a step closer. Something smells wrong here. I know that smell, you realize. It’s the stench of death!. Alarmed you look around. Just as you turn away a gaunt shape rushes out of your room towards you. His fist slams into your chest and sends you toppling to the ground, winded. Gasping for breath you try to rise, but the creature is on you. A punch to the face slams you back down. Groggily, you swing wildly with your shovel. With one hand the creature grabs onto the haft and wrenches it from your grasp. You kick at it and it topples over, rolling a few feet away. You clamber to your feet watching in horror as it charges towards you again, shovel upraised. You try to shield yourself with your arms but the force of the blow simply shatters them. You cry out in pain. Then the shovel slams into your head and everything goes black.

Your soul drifts off to the abyss.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

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Night 2
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Akhier the Dragon hearted    Town    Werewolf Hunter                Kill Darvi    Already dead    Akhier

 You slip through the halls, crossbow in hand. Wymar...he’s the other werewolf. It fits, right? It fits...you’ll have to kill him. Kill him before anyone else gets hurt.

 You find his door and jimmy the lock open. It opens with a slight creak. You quickly knock the door open and fire at the figure sitting up in bed, back to the wall. The bolt rocks him back a bit as it slams into his head. He then slumps to the side.

 A good, clean kill. Your teachers would be proud.

 Best to move, though. The werewolves weren’t the only killers out last night.

 You return to your room.
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Darvi  Town    Fortune Teller                Inspect Leafsnail    Killer, dies    Wymar

 You ask the voices what they think about Leafsnail. Soon the whispers start and your hand moves, shapes forming on the notebook before you. Eventually you look down.

 Grim eyes stare up at you from darkness, only a vague outline of a human form. But the hands are stained red. A Killer, then. But whose side is he on?

 As you ponder this you hear a creak from the hallway. Puzzled, you lift your head. The voices scream warnings to you as the door bursts open. A large, hairy form rushes you. You cower backwards, the notebook held before you like a shield.

 It does not work very well.

 Pain and blood, then the solace of death. The voices guide you to the void.
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Leafsnail  3rd    Ghoul                Kill Darvi    Already dead    Jack

Kill, kill, kill. Many more to kill.

Yum. Yes. Kill and kill, eat when ripe.

No! Not again! Not again! I don’t want to kill again.

Then stop us! Hah! Right, right, you can’t.

No, you can do nothing. Now we kill!

*laughter*



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Wymar

Yes. He will do.

Wymar’s room

Door easy to open. Flimsy thing.

Hah. No, cannot stop us. Not such a weak thing.

Bash prey!

Bash!

Blood! Blood, blood, blood

Much blood

Prey not moving?

Prey dead. No breath, no move. Too easy.

Boring prey.

Yes. Must ripen, now

Yes. Eat later.

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You awaken again, your mind clawing itself back in a panic. The shovel...why is the shovel in your hand?? Did you....did they?

Not again.

Not again...

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SaintDraze  Werewolf    Werewolf Flanker                Kill Darvi    Kills    Steve

 Snarling silently to yourself you head off to Wymar’s room. He’ll make a nice snack. And, if you’re lucky, you can get the drop on him.

 Padding softly up to his door you hear him breathing inside. You crack the lock and burst the door open. He cowers against the wall, his notebook held up like a shield. You swipe it aside, sending pages flying as the book shreds beneath your claws. He lets out a low whimper as your claws dig into him, but barely puts up a fight at all. All too easy.

 As you feast on a leg you hear sounds from the hallway. Damn, no time to enjoy the kill! You open the window and clamber out to the roof. You don’t want to fight whoever killed your pack leader. Not without setting things to your advantage, at least.

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

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Night 3
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Akhier the Dragon hearted  Town  Werewolf Hunter        Kill Leafsnail  Kills, Dies   

 Jack. He’s a monster. You can feel it in your bones.

 You gird yourself for battle and, taking a deep breath, make your way out into the hall. You only manage to go a few paces before you feel something off. You pause, looking around cautiously. The stench of death surrounds you, and a pair of glowing yellow eyes appear in the darkness.

 You crouch, blade stretched out before you. It inches closer. You see the form of a man, hunched over and carrying a shovel. But it is no ordinary man. No...it is Jack. But Jack is not himself.

 The creature chuckles. It laughs. It mutters.

 You make a quick rush forward and lash out. The figure dashes back. You duck backwards as the shovel swipes through where your head just was. You parry the follow-up blow and step to the side. Your arm is numb from the strike though. By the dragons, he’s strong!

 You kick out, slamming your boot into the creature’s shin. It shrieks in pain and hops backwards. You take advantage of it’s distraction and lunge forward, the blade sinking deep into the creature’s chest.

 With a roar of rage it reaches out and grabs your arm. You try to break free, but it’s grip is too strong. You can only flinch backwards as the shovel swings around towards your head.

 The impact is the last thing you feel.


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Leafsnail   3rd  Ghoul        Kill Akhier  Kills, Dies   

Who do we kill?

Akhier. Don’t like him. Must die.

Yes. Grab shovel. Must bash!


Is near.

*laughs*

Is armed!

Dodge blade! Nasty prey! No fighting back!

Bash!

Bash!

It blocks! Not fair! Prey doesn’t play fair!

It hurts!

Kill!

Grab!

Bash!

Bash!

Is dead. Nasty prey.

Pain.

Weak.

Too weak.

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You awaken, staggering down the hallway. Your chest it on fire. You cough, your lungs full of liquid.

You are dragging the shovel. It’s heavy. So..heavy. You drop it.

Step.

Step.

Your chest is wet. So much blood.

Your blood.

You find your room.

Sleep. You’re so tired.

*cough*

So tired.

You collapse. You mind gives in to oblivion, and your soul is banished to the void.

But at least I am free

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SaintDraze   Werewolf  Werewolf Flanker        Kill Leafsnail  Already dead

”Time to die, Jack.” you smile to yourself as you say it. Not much left to kill here. Soon, soon you’ll be free of here.

You pause in the hallway near Jack’s room.

Blood

Blood trails into his room. Looking inside you see his body curled up on the floor lying in a pool of his own blood.

Looks like someone got to him before you.

Best to head back. You don’t want to face whoever killed your leader, not without knowing the situation.

[Pandarsenic]

Wow, SaintDraze DIDN'T get called on piling onto me with no reasons other than to make sure I got lynched at the end of day 1?

Come on.

Also wow: way to let the game slump into inactivity. >:I

[Mephansteras]

Werewolf Chat

[Toaster]

I noticed I was a sinful priest. (Drinking isn't sinful!) How much worse would I have made the game?


Poor Darvi- getting killed THREE times in one night.  How often does that happen?


Anyway, I enjoyed the game, though apparently we aren't much of an RP crowd here.  I was pretty sure on Leafsnail the last day, at least.

[NativeForeigner]

Wait, why did Darvi get a survivor read off of me?

[Jokerman-EXE]

From beyond the grave, an evil chuckle can be heard. The sound, just barely at the edges of perception, causes all those that hear it to feel that vague sense of dread, that chill in the spine, that occurs every time they think of something truly frightening, truly unpleasant. To the untrained ear, it is a mystery; but to those that understand, the fear comes from the fact that this evil chuckle is also partly a deep growling...

Good work, Draze. I was worried that we would lose it, but you really pulled through for me.

[NativeForeigner]

OOooooh, probably because I didn't have an actual role, right?

[Toaster]

Survivor is your goal, a la telepath in Paranormal.  Vanilla townie just wants to live.

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

I was able to get a first night werewolf because of this:

Osiris was not a fan of being ignored, though he was perfectly comfortable to simply observe as long as he could. It was time to speak, however.

"Look here," he said, pointing a finger at Akhier accusingly, "Answering a question posed to another is not only unbecoming of a gentleman, it is also a sign of suspicion in some circles. Why are you so eager to have your voice heard? If someone wanted your opinion on the matter, they would have asked for it themselves. Trying to make sure everyone hears your voice?

"It's also interesting that you would mention Werewolves this time around. What precedent do you have to assume that we're not dealing with a Cult again, sir? Some kind of prior information, perhaps? And which would you be more threatened by: a Cult, or a pack of Werewolves?"

As he was speaking, however, he realized that another man was also speaking, and that his name had been mentioned. Turning, Osiris replied, "Sir, a gentleman like myself has no fear of death. My death, unlikely as it is, would be better used giving information to the others, most of whom are innocent, so that they might win more easily. And my attire is not 'weird,' sir, and I would ask that you refrain from calling it such."

Of course, once he finished speaking, yet another person decided to speak up. It was the curiously quiet one that had only recently said something. "I would ask, sir, why you're voting me. Lack of activity? I say, you're one to talk." Osiris laughed to himself. "I'd like to actually see more votes before I give any kind of opinion, seeing as not everyone is voting. And you, I would ask a question in return." He pointed a finger at NativeForeigner. "Why so quick to defend Pandar, sir? I think he's quite capable of defending himself."

Jokerman, you just reacted to wildly to my mention of maybe
it was werewolves. I did not go after you that day because if
I did then the chance that I would be targeted for a night kill
so I waited till night when I was able to NK you. My comment
on werewolves was a trap.

[Mephansteras]

I noticed I was a sinful priest. (Drinking isn't sinful!) How much worse would I have made the game?

You would have added another serial killer (a demon). So...pretty bad. Although it would have increased the chances of a cross-kill, so it may not have been all bad.

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

Either that or we would all dog pile on someone every night.
By the flavor text I knew someone else had killed my target
the one night and when no one else dead it was like, Dang
we all chose the same person!

[Darvi]

Fuck. You. All.

[Toaster]

Damn, there could have been up to four kills on N2.  That would have been hilarious(ly bad for town.)

[Darvi]

Ya, but they all targeted meeee. Why? T_T