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[NativeForeigner]

Also, NF, I couldn't be the Lord either since Joshua, whom I replaced, revived Solifuge. But yeah.

Funny, you're the one that pointed out that the vampire lord had been killed.

Ottofar.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
Ottofar: NativeForeigner, Solifuge
Solifuge: Ottofar


Day ends ~5pm Pacific Tuesday

[Ottofar]

You sure?

[Solifuge]

A mighty rebuttal indeed.

I don't know if there's any more discussion that either needs to or is going to happen, and I'm as sure as I can be. Shorten.

[NativeForeigner]

You sure?

Damn, now I'm totally questioning myself.

Do you have anything else to say or should we just end it?

[Ottofar]

Bluh.

[Mephansteras]

The Scribe's Tally Sheet
Ottofar: NativeForeigner, Solifuge
Solifuge: Ottofar


  The silence hangs like a palpable blanket over the crowd. Everyone sits, barely willing to breathe. They can sense that their fates are in the hands of the three in the center of the courtyard.

  But who should they be rooting for?

  Eventually the High Priest stands up and walks over to the Scribe. Reading off the tally he looks around.

  "As there has been no real motion or discussion in quite some time, I think it is best we end this. The sun has begun to set, and I would rather we finish this business while there is still daylight."

  "Ottofar, you have been chosen for death. Step forward."

  Baring his teeth, Ottofar screams "Never! I hold within me a power none of you can comprehend! I will not allow myself to slaughtered just to follow your rules. I am my own now, and you shall all bow down before me!"

  A guard steps forward to restrain him, but Ottofar grabs hold of the man and flings him away. He flies nearly a dozen yards to crash into the side of a building and collapses into a heap. A few people rush over to help him as the rest of the guards draw weapons and advance on Ottofar.

  Eyes glowing an eerie blue he fights wildly, every blow shattering bone and sending guards flying. But his own flesh is still weak, and a few guards manage to stab him. Time and time again they stab down into him, long after his body has stopped moving.

  Eventually the High Priest calls for them to stop, and walks over to the body. Soon he makes a holy sign over the body and bows his head. "Ottofar was a good Priest of mine. It is a great pity that he was corrupted by the dark magics of the Vampires. I know that he did not submit to them willingly."

  He looks out over the crowd. "I sense no more threat from the Vampires, my friends. I think our curse is finally lift-" he staggers forward, his eyes wide in shock. As he falls forward you see Solifuge standing behind him, a bloody dagger in his hand. His head is cocked to the side, and he has a strange expression on his face.

  "Huh. Well, that was fun! I kinda like stabbing people!"

  The guards wheel around, weapons rising against this new threat.

  Solifuge's eyes begin to glow, a bright yellow-green. The light flows out and bursts around him. Everyone close by screams in pain as the light pierces their eyes.

  "Time to come out, my friends. It's time for us to play!" the sing-song voice coming from Solifuge is strange and alien.

  As the eyesight of the onlookers returns they see a strange greenish glow. The very air parts like curtains as a multitude of strange furry creatures spill forth. Cries of pain and terror fill the air as teeth and claw rip into flesh. The guards fight bravely, but they are too few.

  NativeForeigner tries to run, but the poor Sexton is no match for the Demons. They tear him apart before he has taken more than a few steps.

  The setting sun paints the roofs of city red while the blood of its citizens stains the streets a darker crimson. And over it all is the mad cackling of the Demon Solifuge...
 



Game over!

That was interesting. Bravo to Solifuge for pulling off an SK win without ever actually performing a kill!

The sheer number of replacements that had to happen this game was tragic, but I hope people had fun anyway. I think it was a really neat set-up and I had a lot of fun with all of the role interactions.


Vampire Chat
Coven Chat

Role PMs and Night actions to follow in the next post.

[Bdthemag]

Oh god damn it, good job Solifuge tricking us into believing you weren't an insane serial killer.

[NUKE9.13]

Oh snap!

That was highly awesome. Nice job solifuge!

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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Vampires
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The mortal fools of this town shall tremble, for the Vampire Lord kilakan has decided to take this land for his own. With the baron out of the way, this task is going to be fairly simple. Once you remove the rest of these fools who stand in your way, the remaining townsfolk will be unable to oppose you.

Kilakan, as the Vampire Lord you have the ability to Convert other people to your cause. Each night you select another player and, barring any interference, they will join your cause.

Dariush, you are a Vampire Slave. Your old life lost behind you, you now serve your master every moment of the day. While you have no powers of your own you can still assist him during the day.

In addition, using the powers of the Vampire you may speak telepathically with one another, safe from prying eyes and ears.

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CrownOfFire (town)
    You are a Warlock, able to use ancient magic to speak with the dead. Each night you may, if you wish, visit the grave of a dead player. You may then PM freely with that player until the next day starts.

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Jim Groovester (town)
    You are a Dreamwalker. While your dreams are usually meaningless, you will sometimes see the events of the night though another player’s eyes. Each night you will randomly receive another player’s Night Role PM, without knowing who’s pm it is. If that player did not receive a PM, you will have normal dreams instead.

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Jokerman-EXE (town)
    You are a regular Townsperson. You will need to use all of your wits to help the town survive this nightmare.

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JoshuaFH (town)
    You are a Priest, word of the gods in this town. And, perhaps, a glimmer of hope in these dark times. Once during the game you may attempt to use the rites of the gods to resurrect another player. If you perform the rites correctly, and are pure of faith, you will bring them back as they were. If your soul is impure, or you falter during the rite, the results may be...undesirable.

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Leafsnail (other)
    You are a Devil, here to seduce the folk of this town into surrendering their souls for power. Each night you may select a player to Offer Power to. You may offer them one of the following powers:
    o One-shot Night Kill (or an unblockable night kill if they have a normal one)
        o One-shot Protection
        o One-shot Role-block
        o One-shot Investigation of a player's Role and Faction
        o One-shot Redirection

How you wish to phrase the offer is entirely up to you (all, some, or only one of the options). You can grant any of those powers, although only one per person. If the player accepts, then you gain their soul and they gain the power.

 The offer is made through me, in order to hide your identity.

 Once you have 3 souls you win, taking all of those who souls you took with you back to the hells.

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Max White (town)
    You are a Fortune Teller, able to use your powers of divination to determine the Type of role another player has. Each night you may select another player to perform a reading on. That reading will return one of the following results: Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, or Survivor.

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Coven of the Ancient Ways
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Pandarsenic, Vector: The two of you are the last of an ancient religion. You meet secretly to practice this religion, and you provide support and aid to one another. Right now, you’re the only two townsfolk who can truly trust one another. While your religion contains many rites for fertility and general health, it has little to aid against creatures of the night. You’ll have to rely on your wits to help the town.

 However, you do have one weapon in your arsenal. You have a coded language and set of gestures that you can use to speak privately with one another.

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Solifuge (town)
    You are a Priest, word of the gods in this town. And, perhaps, a glimmer of hope in these dark times. Once during the game you may attempt to use the rites of the gods to resurrect another player. If you perform the rites correctly, and are pure of faith, you will bring them back as they were. If your soul is impure, or you falter during the rite, the results may be...undesirable.

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Toaster (town)
    You are one of the town Guardsmen, charged with the protection and safely of the town. As part of your duties, you may Lock another player in their house during the night and watch over them. As long as you are there, they cannot leave nor can anyone visit them.

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jakeread1 (town)
    You are a Sexton, responsible for the care taking of the town’s graveyard. A solemn job, but one you generally enjoy. And, if any of the graves are disturbed, you’ll be the first to know about it.

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lordnincompoop (other)
    You are a Guardian Angel, sent to earth to protect Pandarsenic. Your one and only goal is to ensure that he lives to see the end of this nightmare. The heavens have plans for him in the future.
    Each night you may choose to use a protection charm on your ward. You may choose from the following: Protection from Night Kills, Protection from Conversion, Protection from Investigation, Protection from Judgement (the next day your ward will require 1 more vote to lynch than usual)

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

Dariush  Vampire  Vampire Slave          Locked in

 You hear a loud, rattiling thump outside your door. Puzzled, you peer outside your window. You can dimly see the shape of a person standing outside.

 “Hey! Who’s that outside?”

 “Town guard, sir. I’m afraid you’re locked in for the night. It’s for your own protection.”

 “Oh”. You ponder a bit but then shrug. You weren’t going to do anything else anyway.

 “Ok. Well, see you in the morning.” You call out.

 “Very good, sir.”

--

jakeread1  Town  Sexton  - Corpse is disturbed       

 While performing your morning patrols of the Graveyard you discover that the grave of Solifuge has been disturbed. In fact, the body is missing!

 You puzzle over this as you walk to the courtyard. Something is going on, but you’re not sure if it’s good or not.

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Jim Groovester  Town  Dreamwalker - Random Dreams                 

 You sleep, your mind wandering through the ether. But all you see is random snatches of dreams. Meaningless fluff, it dissipates when you awaken.

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JoshuaFH  Town  Priest        Ressurect Solifuge  Ressurects

 Solifuge. A fellow priest, and your hands stained with his blood. Not literally, of course, but you do feel a bit responsible for his death. Time to make up for it!

 You sneak off to the graveyard, and unearth the coffin. It feels almost wrong, disturbing the dead, but you know this is the right thing to do. The gods have blessed you with power, and if not now when would you use it? No. Best to use it now, in the town’s darkest days.

 From a satchel you lay out the components you need. Scented candles, incense, holy symbols.  Long through the night you work, chanting the holy words as you sanctify the area.

 Finally, as false dawn lights the sky, you finish. Solifuge’s heart begins to beat, the head fused once again to the body. As he draws breath you stagger off. You’re exhausted, and cannot bear to face him quite yet. You can speak in the daylight, after you’ve slept a bit.

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Bdthemag  Vampire  Vampire Lord        Convert Vector  Converts, Accepts offer

“Then let me sow confusion amongst my enemies.” you declare to the voice. “Grant me power. I have little use for my soul anyway,.”

“Granted!” the voice whispers. You feel a surge of power buzzing in the back of your mind. Excellent, another weapon to use if you need it.

 For now, though, you have more pressing business with Vector. She must join your cause, willingly or not.

 Slipping silently through the night you arrive at the maiden’s house. A wave of your hand unlocks the door, and you make your way to her sleeping form. She awakens with a start as you approach.

 “Begone, whoever you are! I will not simply go down without a fight!” she spits.

 “Fight? Oh, but dear lady, that is the last thing I want to do.” You glide closer. “Look at me, do you truly think I am your enemy?”

 She falters as your gaze pierces her soul. You grasp her hand and draw her towards you. Stunned, she can do nothing but take the steps.

 “See? You need not fear me. In fact, I think that you will soon realize that we are on the same side.”

 “What?” She stammers. “No...no, you...you are evil. I feel it.”

 “You resist? Well, that cannot be allowed!” Your fangs sink into her neck, the sweet blood rushing into your mouth. The blood connection blooms in your mind, and you can see her thoughts. Fear and panic rush through her, only to be dissipated by your thoughts. You replace them with obedience and worship.

 The blood bond complete, you release her. She staggers back wards and sinks to her knees. “I...I am sorry I doubted you, master. What do you need of me?”

 “For now, nothing. Sleep, and regain your strength. We shall speak more soon.”

 You slip from the house and return to your quarters. Things go well. Very well indeed.

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Leafsnail  Other  Devil        Offer power to Bdthemag  Offer accepted

 You slip through the night, seeking a likely target. You soon find Bdthemag, and from a safe distance you whisper your offer. "Greetings, sir. I can feel your dreams, your goals. I can feel that you could use a little extra...power...to help you along. I can give you that power."

"At what price, voice?" he asks, suspiciously.

"Oh, but just your soul. Nothing you'll miss. Nothing you need, really. And you won't even lose it yet! A small price, when I can give you great power."

"Power? What kind?"

"A surge, if you will, to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"

You pause.

"So, what do you say?"

“Then let me sow confusion amongst my enemies.” he says, decisively. “Grant me power. I have little use for my soul anyway.”

“Granted!” you whisper. You send the trickle of power out to him, and feel the strength of his soul bind to you. You smile. All too easy.i
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lordnincompoop  Other  Guardian Angel - Town        Investigation Ward on Pandar  Casts ward

 Floating invisibly near your ward you cast out your power. Threads of illusion and safety shimmer around him to your eyes as you cast the spell. Protection against prying eyes. None shall see what he does this night, and no divination shall pierce the veil to see who or what he is.

 Tired, you return to your mortal form, reappearing in your bedroom. Difficult work. You can only hope it is enough.
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Max White  Town  Fortune Teller        Inspect Vector  Survivor       

 You flip the cards over before you. The Maiden. The Rose. The Moon. You look down at the cards and ponder them for a while. Soon, it is obvious to you that Vector is a simple Survivor, seeking only to live through these dark days.

--

Solifuge  Town/OTHER  Priest/DEMON Returns as demon

 Your soul floats in a strange glowing world. You can see your previous life through small windows in the mists. The town. Your friends. Your family. The ones who condemned you to death, leaving the courtyard for the day.

 Dead.

 Yes. You are dead. But perhaps it is better that way. But where are the spirit guides? The Raven and the Wolf, to guide you to the afterlife?

 And what is that presence in the darkness?

 You look around, somewhat worried. Eyes in the mist. You thought you saw them but...they are never where you look. Always on the edges.

 You feel a strange tug. You look down, to see a glimmering line of golden light connecting you to a window in the mist.

 You grab hold of it, and you feel the god’s power. There is chanting, and the smell of incense.

 The Ritual of Resurrection! Your fellow priests have not forsaken you! You are to be brought back! That is why the psychopomps are not here. It is not yet your time. You take a deep breath, and prepare to be dragged back to the world of the living.

 Suddenly, there is a strange giggling sound in the mist. You look around, worried.

 Eyes appear. Glowing and yellow, from all sides. Figures begin to appear around you.

 Strange creatures, furred but shaped like men. With long pointed ears and a mouth full of fangs.

 With a chillingly cold giggling they descend upon you. Claws tear into you, teeth sink into your ethereal body, and you feel hands tugging at the golden line. You scream in rage and terror, but can do nothing as the light snaps, dragging one of the creatures through instead of you.

 Your soul fades into darkness as oblivion finds it.

With new eyes the Demon awakens. A new body. A new world. A world full of prey, and blood. But it must be sneaky. It must not be caught. It must not die, or it will have to go back. It doesn’t want to go back, no. This is going to be too much fun!!

(You have come back as a DEMON. You are a Serial Killer. You win when all threats to you are dead and the town does not have the votes to lynch you.)


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Toaster  Town  Guard        Lock Dariush  locked

 You take up your post outside of Dariush’s house. You seal both doors with heavy iron chains.

  “Hey! Who’s that outside?” cries out Dariush.

 “Town guard, sir. I’m afraid you’re locked in for the night. It’s for your own protection.” you reply.

 “Oh”. He is silent for a bit.

 “Ok. Well, see you in the morning.” he replies, after a short while.

 “Very good, sir.” you begin your patrol.

The hours wear on, but nothing interesting happens. Probably for the best, that.
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Vector  Town  Coven Witch          Converted

 You awaken in the night, your mind screaming that something is wrong. You sit up and look around. A figure moves towards you in the darkness.

 You stand up, frightened but angry. You’re not going to just scream like a helpless girl. You’ll fight if you must.

“Begone, whoever you are! I will not simply go down without a fight!” you spit, fury rising within you.

 “Fight? Oh, but dear lady, that is the last thing I want to do.” He glides closer. “Look at me, do you truly think I am your enemy?”

 You falter as his gaze pierces her soul. Your mind freezes as your blood turns to ice. What is this? How is this happening? The charms...the charms should be protecting you!

 He grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. Stunned, you can do nothing but take the steps.

 “See? You need not fear me. In fact, I think that you will soon realize that we are on the same side.”

 “What?” You stammers. “No...no, you...you are evil. I feel it.”

 “You resist? Well, that cannot be allowed!” You feel sharp fangs sink into your neck, the chilling feeling of blood rushing out of you. Your mind clouds, fear and rage rushing through you. Only to dissipate. Something is wrong. Something...the power...the...

 What? You cannot think. What were you afraid of? This is you master. You should obey him, not fear him.

 He releases you and you stagger backwards. Weak, you sink to your knees.  “I...I am sorry I doubted you, master. What do you need of me?”. You can only hope that he is not too disappointed with you!

 “For now, nothing. Sleep, and regain your strength. We shall speak more soon.”

(You have been dominated by the Vampire Lord Bdthemag. You are now part of the Vampire Faction, and have access to the vampire chat as well as the coven chat you already had access to.)

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

Jim Groovester  Town  Dreamwalker        See's Vector's dreams  Random dreams, Converted
 
 Your dreams are fitful, fleeting things. You awaken with a strange, fuzzy feeling. It is still dark. You start to sit up, but a strong hand clamps over your mouth and pushes you back down.

 “No...no. Can’t have you screaming, now can we?”. The voice is smooth, almost calming. But the terror pounding in your veins is too strong.

 You struggle to rise, arms pulling at the hand over your mouth. A pair of glowing points appear before you. The light....

 Your mind calms. Why were you afraid? You close your eyes and sink back down. Everything. Everything is fine.

 There is small bit of pain. You’re not sure why. And then your mind flares with light. Waves of red crash around before you. Envelop you. And then they fade.

 You open your eyes. You can see him, your master, standing there.

“I...do you need something?” You ask, suddenly afraid that you’d been rude.

“No. Not tonight. Sleep. We shall talk again, in the morning.”

(You have been dominated by the Vampire Lord Bdthemag. You are now part of the Vampire Faction, and have access to the vampire chat)

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JoshuaFH  Town  Priest        Offered Power  Refuses

You sit in your room, contemplating all that has happened the last few days. After a while you become aware of a slight breeze. Moments later, all of the lights in the house go out.

A voice whispers out of the darkness. "Ahh...Preist. Do you doubt? Do you wonder if you have done all you can to assure victory? I can feel that you could use a little extra...power...to help you along. I can give you that power."

"At what price, voice?" You ask, suspiciously.

"Oh, but just your soul. Nothing you'll miss. Nothing you need, really. And you won't even lose it yet! A small price, when I can give you great power."

"Power? What kind?"

"A surge, if you will, to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"

A pause.

"So, what do you say?"

You struggle, briefly, with the temptation. But...your soul? A Priest could hardly barter such a thing! And for power? You’ve already used the powers the gods gave you. It would be blasphemous to think that you would need more.

“I think not, fiend! My faith is not so weak that I’d accept such a promise from one as you. The gods gave me all the power I need. Begone!”

“Bah! Blasted priests.” The voice curses, and is gone.

You wait for a bit, but it never returns.

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Bdthemag  Vampire  Vampire Lord        Convert Jim Groovester  Converts

 You slip through the night, your thoughts centered on your next target. Jim Groovester. Too powerful a personality to leave opposing us. You muse as you slide from shadow to shadow.

 At his house you find him deep in sleep. He comes awake as you move closer. You quickly put a hand over his mouth and push him back down as he tries to rise.

 “No...no. Can’t have you screaming, now can we?”. You say, soothingly. You feel his fear lessen, but not by enough. He struggles pulling against your hand. Time to use a bit stronger power.

 You bend over him, allowing the light of your power to eminate from your eyes. His eyes unfocus, and you can hear his heartbeat slow. He closes his eyes and sinks back down into the bed.

 You find the veins in his neck and drink deep. The blood rejuvenates you, and blood bond latches strongly onto his mind. After a while you release him. His eyes open.

“I...do you need something?” he asks, somewhat tremulously.

“No. Not tonight. Sleep. We shall talk again, in the morning.” You answer. Pleased, you return to your house. Things are not going perfectly, but victory is still within your grasp.

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Leafsnail  Other  Devil        Offer power to JoshuaFH  refused

You move through the silent streets. Who shall you tempt tonight? Hmmm.

Perhaps JoshuaFH. The priest seems unsure of himself. Perhaps he will be open to temptation?

You find him sitting in his house, a few candles lit as he reads a book. You open up the window, and with a quick thought you blow out the candles and begin whispering to him.

"Ahh...Preist. Do you doubt? Do you wonder if you have done all you can to assure victory? I can feel that you could use a little extra...power...to help you along. I can give you that power."

"At what price, voice?" He asks, suspiciously.

"Oh, but just your soul. Nothing you'll miss. Nothing you need, really. And you won't even lose it yet! A small price, when I can give you great power."

"Power? What kind?"

"A surge, if you will, to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"

A pause.

"So, what do you say?"

The answer is long in coming. But when he speaks, he does so with conviction. “I think not, fiend! My faith is not so weak that I’d accept such a promise from one as you. The gods gave me all the power I need. Begone!”

“Bah! Blasted priests.” You curse, and head off into the darkness.

Hopefully you’ll get another soul next night.

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lordnincompoop  Other  Guardian Angel - Town        Protect IronyOwl from Kills  Protects

 You send your spirit out, floating above the city. Once you are above your ward’s house you begin to lay down enchantments upon him. Layers of luck, strands of power, and a shell of protective magic to keep him alive should anyone attack him.

 Done, you feel the power ebb from you. You return to your body. Nothing more you can do this night. Hopefully it is enough.

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Max White  Town  Fortune Teller        Inspect Lordnincompoop  Protector
   
 The cards speak to you. Calling to you. You pick them up and feel the power flowing through them as you focus your mind upon Lordnincompoop.

 The cards feel heavy as you place them down. The Shield. The Sun. The Star. You ponder them for a while, as the truth slowly bubbles up in your mind. Lordnincompoop is a Protector, of course!
     
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Solifuge  Town/OTHER  Priest/DEMON    "Lynched Day 1 - Ressurected
"    Do nothing  Blocked (sort of)

You sit in the house, looking at all these strange things this body owns. So much...stuff! You ponder breaking it, for fun, but before you do anything you are interrupted by a sound at the door. A clanking thump.

 “Hey, what’s going on out there?” You cry out, trying to sound like a concerned mortal.

 A voice answers, muffled by the door. “Town watch. You’re being kept in for your own protection.”

 Protection? You don’t need protection. But you suppose a mortal would appreciate it. “Oh. Uh. Thanks!” You reply.

 You go back to looking at things. Why is there a bunch of feathers on a stick. What do you do with that?


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Toaster  Town  Guard        Block Solifuge  Blocks
 
 You head off to Solifuge’s house. No matter which way his resurrection went, it’s better to keep him locked up!

 After you chain up the door you hear a voice from inside. “Hey, what’s going on out there?”

 “Town watch. You’re being kept in for your own protection.” you answer.

 “Oh. Uh. Thanks!” comes the reply.

 You settle in for a long night. Fortunately, nothing else of note happens.
--

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

CrownOfFire  Town  Warlock        Kill NUKE9.13  Offered Power, accepts, Kills     

You sit in your study, poring over an old tome that details the experiments of an ancient Warlock.

The candle next to you flickers and goes out.

"Poor, poor, warlock. You cannot get anyone to listen, can you? And the vampires leave precious little in the way of dead for you to speak to." whispers a voice in the darkness.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!" you demand.

"Show myself? No...but I can do better. I can offer to help you. I can grant you power, power beyond the dabbling magics you use now."

"And what price, spirit? There is always a price."

"A trifle. Your soul. Nothing that a true warlock needs. In fact, some say it even gets in the way!"

"And what would this power let me do?" You ask, intrigued despite yourself.

"I will give you a surge of power to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"

There is a pause.

"So, what do you say?"

A slow smile creeps over your face as your hear this. Power? Of course you want power! What else have you been studying for all of these years?

“Very well, spirit. Grant me the power to kill. I shall make my voice heard in such a way that none can deny it!”

“Done!” A rush of air blows past you. Chilled, you wonder if you did the right thing.

After a few moments, the candles relight. You find yourself drawn to them, staring deep into the flame.

 The fire licks at your soul, igniting it. A crackling sound fills your ears, and your blood rushes through you. Flushed, you look around. No sign of the spirit, but it seems to have held true to its promise. You have power, now. The power of Fire.

 Cackling, you decide that this power should be used, not saved. And NUKE9.13 is the perfect person to use it on.

----

 After waiting a bit you slip out of your house. The excitement builds within you as you near his house.

Burn!  the thought smolders in your brain.

Burn. Burn. Burn. burnburnburn.

You come alongside the house. The dry wood of the roof beckons to you. You palms begin to itch.

Burn.

You place your hand on one of the support beams.

Burrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnn

The wood smolders and crackles. Your knees buckle as the power rushes out of you, while a plume of flame erupts along your arm and travels along the beam.

The fire spreads incredibly quickly, leaping along the wood and up to the roof. You think you see writhing figures dancing amongst the flames.

Shaking, and suddenly very cold despite the fire above you, you rise to your feet. You slip away through the alleyways as the house behind you is engulfed completely in flame.

It is done. But you feel hollow inside, now. Was it worth it? Only time will tell.

--
     
Jim Groovester  Town  Dreamwalker See Bdthemag's PM                   

 As you settle in for the night you hear a strange sound outside. A muffled, clanking thump. You call out, wondering who might be there.

 “City Watch, sir. You’re being kept inside for your own protection.”

 You smile to yourself. “Yes...you do do that.”

 You then finish up and head off to bed. Where you have a rather remarkable dream...

You prowl the city, seeking Toaster. He was not in his house, although that’s not a huge surprise, since he claims to be part of the guard. So...where is he stationed?

 After a bit of wandering you find him standing outside of Jim Groovester’s house. Convenient of him, you suppose, since you won’t have to worry about waking Jim.

 You slide through the shadows, and he looks quite startled when you appear before him.

 “H-halt! I cannot let you pass, F-fiend!” He stammers.

 “Pass?” you ask, mildly. “Oh, but I have no intention of entering that house.” You lock your gaze with his.

 “Then...what...” His voice trails off.

 You step closer.

 “No...it is you I want.”

 “Me?” he barely manages to speak.

 “You.” You sink your fangs into him. You drink deeply, allowing the blood bond to fully form before releasing him. He staggers and leans against the wall.

 “Forgive me, lord. I...I seem to be weak.”

 “I know. Rest. We shall speak tomorrow.”

 “Thank you, lord.”

 You return to your house. Your control over this town grows. It is only a matter of time...

--


Bdthemag  Vampire  Vampire Lord        Convert Toaster  Converts

 You prowl the city, seeking Toaster. He was not in his house, although that’s not a huge surprise, since he claims to be part of the guard. So...where is he stationed?

 After a bit of wandering you find him standing outside of Jim Groovester’s house. Convenient of him, you suppose, since you won’t have to worry about waking Jim.

 You slide through the shadows, and he looks quite startled when you appear before him.

 “H-halt! I cannot let you pass, F-fiend!” He stammers.

 “Pass?” you ask, mildly. “Oh, but I have no intention of entering that house.” You lock your gaze with his.

 “Then...what...” His voice trails off.

 You step closer.

 “No...it is you I want.”

 “Me?” he barely manages to speak.

 “You.” You sink your fangs into him. You drink deeply, allowing the blood bond to fully form before releasing him. He staggers and leans against the wall.

 “Forgive me, lord. I...I seem to be weak.”

 “I know. Rest. We shall speak tomorrow.”

 “Thank you, lord.”

 You return to your house. Your control over this town grows. It is only a matter of time...

--

Leafsnail  Other  Devil        Offer power to CrownOfFire  Accepted     

You wander through the streets, tasting the souls of the slumbering. Soon you come across CrownOfFire’s abode. Peering inside you see him reading a book, a pensive look on his face.

You silently pry open the window, and with a quick thought you send a gust of wind in. The candle on the table flickers and goes out, plunging the room into darkness.

"Poor, poor, warlock. You cannot get anyone to listen, can you? And the vampires leave precious little in the way of dead for you to speak to." you whisper, pitching your voice to seem as if you were right next to him.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!" he demands.

"Show myself? No...but I can do better. I can offer to help you. I can grant you power, power beyond the dabbling magics you use now."

"And what price, spirit? There is always a price."

"A trifle. Your soul. Nothing that a true warlock needs. In fact, some say it even gets in the way!"

"And what would this power let me do?" He seems intrigued. Perhaps despite himself.

"I will give you a surge of power to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I can even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. Victory is always better than defeat, isn't it?"

You pause.

"So, what do you say?"

“Very well, spirit. Grant me the power to kill. I shall make my voice heard in such a way that none can deny it!” You can feel the greed in his voice.

“Done!” You send the burst of power into him, a warm breeze following it from the depths of Hell. With a wide grin you close the window and, just as you depart, relight the candle.

Two souls! Almost at your goal. You just need to choose wisely the next night.

--

Max White  Town  Fortune Teller        Inspect Leafsnail  Changer       

 The cards feel heavy in your hands. The power is strong tonight. Perhaps danger enhances your connection?

 Hard to say.

 You shuffle, letting your mind connect to the cards. The power buzzes in your mind, concentrating itself in the middle of your forehead.

 You lay down three cards and then look them over.

 The Fool, The Wise Man, The Peddler. Your mind buzzes, the answer slowly appearing like a flower uncurling its petals.

 Leafsnail...is a Changer.
--

Toaster  Town  Guard        Guard Jim  Guards, Converted

 You set up watch outside of Jim Groovester’s house. After securing the chain you hear a muffled question from inside.

  “City Watch, sir. You’re being kept inside for your own protection.”

 You can make out the reply a bit more clearly. “Yes...you do do that.”

 The night drags on, slow.

 You yawn. When you open your eyes you’re startled to see a figure standing before you.

 “H-halt! I cannot let you pass, F-fiend!” You stammer.

 “Pass?” he asks, mildly. “Oh, but I have no intention of entering that house.”

 You find that you cannot look away from his eyes. His eyes...why can you see them so clearly?

 “Then...what...” Your voice trails off. It’s so hard to think.

 He’s closer. When did he move?

 “No...it is you I want.” His voice is distant. You just can’t help but look at those eyes...

 “Me?” You barely manage to speak at all.

 “You.” There is pain. But it is distant. Your eyes close, and you can see strange waves of red. They are calming. It’s...peaceful. Everything...everything is well.

 You are released, and you sag back against the door. So...hard to think. But you don’t want to seem weak in front of him. He’s important!

 “Forgive me, lord. I...I seem to be weak.”

 “I know. Rest. We shall speak tomorrow.” He turns, and begins to walk away.

 “Thank you, lord.” You feel relieved. He didn’t seem mad at you for being weak. You wouldn’t want him to be mad at you!

 (You have been dominated by the Vampire Lord Bdthemag. You are now part of the Vampire Faction, and have access to the vampire chat )

--

NUKE9.13  Vampire  Coven Witch          Dies

 You awaken to heat, and light. You sit up in your bed, alarmed. Fire has engulfed your house! You scramble out of bed and rush to the door, but as you approach it a gout of flame erupts around you. Screaming, you try to bat at the flames, but it is no use.

 The pain is excruciating.

 The smoke is overwhelming, you cannot breath.

 Death is a blessing.

Spoiler: Night 4 (click to show/hide)

   
Bdthemag  Vampire  Vampire Lord        Convert Irony - Protected

 You approach Irony’s house. Things have not gone as well as you’d have hoped, but there is still a decent chance at victory. While you have lost followers, at least you have been reducing the ranks of those who oppose you.

 And, tonight, you will reduce them again.

 But when you walk up to the door you feel a strange hesitation. As if something was willing you to stay away.

 A ward, perhaps? No matter, such flimsy magic cannot hope to stop a Vampire Lord!

 You grab the door handle, only to quickly pull back your hand in pain. A glowing golden light erupts from the door, nearly blinding you. You stagger backwards, sharp pain erupting throughout your body.

 Whatever this ward is, it is far stronger than you’d expect. Far stronger then any normal mortal could have hoped to place.

 Cursing, you head back to your house. Something happened here, and you are going to make whoever did this pay!

--


Leafsnail  Other  Devil        Offer to Mysteriousbluepuppet - Fails

 You sneak off to Mysteriousbluepuppet’s house. A Guardian Angel, he claims to be. Can you even take such a soul? But, oh, if you could...that would be a prize beyond any other!

 You grin to yourself. The anticipation...oh....it is marvelous! You’re nearly hopping with glee as you peer in through the window to his study.

 Inside, you see Mysteriousbluepuppet standing before the fireplace, a soft white light emanating from him. He slowly turns towards you, brilliant golden light flooding from his eyes.

 A voice booms within your head. I see through you, Devil. I see your intentions, and the foul things you have done. You will not succeed here, fiend. Did you truly think that one such as I would make a deal with you? BEGONE FROM HERE!

There is a blinding flash of light, and you can think of nothing but running. Run...run...must be safe. Must...must...run...

You come to your senses back at your house. You slump down into a chair with frustration and exhaustion.

That...did not go so well.

--


Mysteriousbluepuppet  Other  Guardian Angel - Town        Protect from Conversion, Offered -autofail

 You send your spirit up, awakening the true power within you. Ghosting over the city you come to rest over your ward’s house. Conversion..that is the risk this night. We must protect him from the Vampires.

 Strands of golden light flow from your hands, wrapping the building in a shimmering cocoon of power and protection. He will be safe, at least from the Vampire Lord.

 You return to your body. It should be enough. It must. With a gesture you light the fireplace with holy fire and walk up to it. You need to bask in the holy light. Never before have you needed to use so much power.

 There is a...presence outside your house. A Fiend has come. It wishes to bargain. This shall not be.

 You turn towards the window where the Fiend peeks in. Holy light blazes from your eyes, stripping away the illusions so you can see the true form of the Devil. Twisted and misshapen. Disgusting!

 You send out a mental blast of power at it: I see through you, Devil. I see your intentions, and the foul things you have done. You will not succeed here, fiend. Did you truly think that one such as I would make a deal with you? BEGONE FROM HERE!

 With a squeak the Devil turns and flees.

 Done. You sink down into a chair. So tired....so very tired.

--

Max White  Town  Fortune Teller        Inspect Azure - Watcher
   
 The cards are heavy in your hands. How much longer will the power flow through you?

 How much longer will you be alive? Or yourself?

 But, no, such thoughts won’t help. You need to clear your mind. Focus. Focus on the cards.

 You slip them down silently before you, and then look.

 The Hermit. The Garden. The Village.

 What does that mean? The Hermit and the Village together?

 Oh...a Watcher. Of course.

--

Solifuge  Town/OTHER  Priest/DEMON    "Lynched Day 1 - Ressurected"    None Guarded

 As you prepare for bed you hear the thump of chains on your door again. “Guard?” You call out,.

 “Yes, sir.” comes the muffled reply.

 “Ok, just checking!” you shout back. Then you return to your dinner and this...book, thing. You tried eating a page of it, but it wasn’t tasty. So now you’re ripping out pages and folding them into interesting shapes. It’s fun!

--

Toaster  Vampire  Guard        Guard Solifuge  Guards

 You set up outside Solifuge’s house for the night. After you put the chains in place you hear a voice call out “Guard?”

 “Yes, sir.” You reply.

 “Ok, just checking!”

 You settle in for the night. Nothing interesting happens, though.

Spoiler: Night 5 (click to show/hide)

ECrownOfFire  Town  Warlock        None  Dragged to hell
   
 You awaken to the sound of grinding rock and splintering wood. Horrified, you look down to see a glowing fissure opening up underneath your bed. You can do nothing more than hold on to the frame and scream as the bed topples down into the endless fires below.

 A grinning Devil greets you at the bottom. “Welcome to Hell!”
--
 
JoshuaFH  Town  Priest          Converted

You kneel before statuettes of your gods. You pray for the town. For the souls of those who are sacrificing themselves so that the town can be saved. You pray for an end to this terror.

 “It is not them that you should kneel before, but me.” says a velvet voice behind you. Startled, you jump and whirl around. Standing there is a dark figure, eyes glowing a soft yellow in the darkness.

 “Fiend! I shall never worship you! My faith is too strong. Test it as you will, but I shall never serve your dark purpose!”

 “Oh?” He smiles, and lock gazes with you. “We shall see about that.”

 Try as you might, you cannot look away from those two eyes. You can feel his will pressing into yours. You resist, thinking about the gods, about faith. But other things creep in. The pretty girl in the market who’s face torments your dreams at night. Emotions flow through you. Visions of temptations explode in your mind. You shiver as the figure steps forward.

 You still cannot tear your eyes away. Your very body trembles with the effort, but it is no use. You groan with effort and fear as he moves next to you.

 There is a sharp pain, and then the world explodes in red. Waves of power rush over you. The red flows across your vision.

 And then, everything goes dark for a moment. You feel a cold fire burning within your heart. It is harsh, and powerful. And it gives you joy.

 You stagger a bit as he steps away from you. How could you have dreamed of resisting? The being...he is right! You should be worshipping him![/b]

 “I...should not have doubted you, master.” You kneel before him. “What would you have me do?”

 “There is a chance that I shall be gone in the morning. If that should happen, you must carry on. This town will fall, and Vampires shall rule it! That is destiny, and it is your duty to make it reality.”

 “Yes master.”

 “Now, sleep. You shall need your strength for the coming day.”

 Find still half-clouded you stagger off to bed. Visions of blue fire haunt your dreams.

(You have been dominated by the Vampire Lord Bdthemag. You are now part of the Vampire Faction, and have access to the vampire chat )

--

Bdthemag  Vampire  Vampire Lord        Convert JoshuaFH  Converts, Dragged to Hell

 This could be the last night of your plans. It’ll be a bit hard to rule over this town if that cursed Devil gets his way. But...perhaps you can salvage a victory of sorts. If you can pass on a bit of your power to the convert then at least a Vampire could perhaps gain control of the town.

 Regardless of whatever else happens, you need more converts. They keep getting themselves killed off.

 You head off through the night and seek out Joshua. His house is easy enough to find, and you slip inside.

 He is kneeling before a few statuettes of the gods, his head bowed in prayer.

 “It is not them that you should kneel before, but me.” You say, enjoying the startled jump he makes as he whirls around.

 “Fiend! I shall never worship you! My faith is too strong. Test it as you will, but I shall never serve your dark purpose!”

 “Oh?” You smile, and lock gazes with him. “We shall see about that.”

 His will struggles against yours, but despite his resolve he is still just human. A weak creature with a weak mind, easily swayed by emotion and desire. You step forward.

 Shaking, his very body trying in vain to resist you, he groans as you move closer. Your fangs sink deep into him, and you establish the blood bond. But this time, you go a step further. You deepen the connection, and send a bit of your essence into him.

 When you step back, he staggers a bit. His eyes flash red for a moment before returning to their normal color.

 “I...should not have doubted you, master.” He kneels before you. “What would you have me do?”

 “There is a chance that I shall be gone in the morning. If that should happen, you must carry on. This town will fall, and Vampires shall rule it! That is destiny, and it is your duty to make it reality.”

 “Yes master.”

 “Now, sleep. You shall need your strength for the coming day.”

 You exit his house and make your way back to your house. But as you travel along the street you feel the road crumble beneath you. You leap into the air, magic burning through you as you keep yourself aloft as the splitting rocks fall away. Soon you find yourself floating over a great burning pit, a thousand arms reaching up to you. Snarling you launch yourself upwards.

 The heavy flapping of wings rips the air behind you.

 Looking back you can see three winged Fiends following you. Trails of smoke fill thier wake, and their fire lights up the sky.

 The catch up to you above the rooftops. Cursing with rage you hurl bolts of cold blue fire into them. They hiss and circle around you, the stench of sulfur swirling on the wind.

 You leap at one of them, the cold fire burning along your hand. Surprised by the speed of your attack its dodge is too late, and your fist slams into it. Bone shatters under the blow and blue flames erupt across the body of the fiend. Screaming, it rakes a clawed hand across you. You are staggered by the pain as blood flows down your shirt, but with a clench of your fist you tighten your magic around it. Screaming in fear and pain the creature collapses into ash.

 And in that moment the other two strike. One grabs hold of your arms while the other grasps your legs. And with a horrid screech they drag you down.

 You struggle, and cold fire burns across you, but it is not enough. Soon the night sky is but a circle in the sky above you. Soon even that closes, and you are dragged down to an eternity of fire and darkness.

 As the Fiends drag you before their master you hear a familiar voice behind you.

 “Welcome to Hell!”

--

Leafsnail  Other  Devil        Offer to Max White  Accepted, Wins!

You find Max White sitting in his study, eating a light meal. You crack open the window a blow the candles in the room out before slipping in.

"So, Fortune Teller, shall we make our deal?" you whisper

"I was wondering if you'd actually show up." comes the somewhat nervous reply.

"Yes, and I am prepared to hold up my end of the deal. I will give you a surge of power to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I could even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. For the cost of your Soul, of course."

You pause a moment to let him think.

"So, will you take the deal?"

“Of course! Even if it costs me my soul, I will do what must be done to save the town!”

“Excellent!” You think you cackled there. Did you cackle? That was probably a cackle. You press on. “What power do you want? Kill, right?” Oh, it’s so hard to contain your excitement! Even knowing what’s going to happen these fools play right into your hands!!

“Yes!” he says, firmly.

“Done!” You eyes light up with power and joy as you channel the infernal energy into him.

He taps into immediately, his eyes glowing with the same orange glow as he plans on who to kill. He doesn’t even seem to be aware of the physical changes that are coming over him. The freakish brute that walks out the door doesn’t even look much like Max anymore, you muse.

Ah, well.

“See you in hell!” you whisper to yourself.

With three souls bagged you return to the Infernal realm. Pleased with your work, the Overlord orders some imps to go collect the souls. By morning, all three shall be enjoying their new eternal “home”.

You wonder if you’ll get a promotion out of this? Might be too much to hope for, though.

--

Mysteriousbluepuppet  Other  Guardian Angel - Town        Protect from Conversion  Leaves in defeat

 Once again you send your spirit aloft to weave charms of protection about your Ward. Once that is complete you settle back down into your body. Little else you can do but wait and see what happens.

 As midnight approaches a great sorrow comes over you. IronyOwl, your ward, has been slain. You feel the pain of his death deep within you.

 You bow your head, in shame and greif. You have failed, and who knows what sorrow will come to the world without him in it? You do not know. But, now, all you can do is collect his soul and return to the heavens.

 Your spirit once again leaves your body, but this time you will not be returning. The body crumbles into dust. You slip between worlds and enter the void, seeking the soul of IronyOwl.

 You find him floating in the darkness, alone and afraid. You reach a hand out to him, and he looks upon you with wonder for a few moments before eagerly grasping your hand. You pull him upwards to the heavens. You may have failed to keep him alive, but at least his soul was not damned like so many others in this town.
--

Max White  Town  Fortune Teller        "Accepts, Kill IronyOwl"  Kills, Dragged to hell

 You sit in your study, eating a light dinner and wondering if this 'Devil' is actually going to follow through with his offer.

The candle next to you flickers and goes out.

"So, Fortune Teller, shall we make our deal?" whispers a voice in the darkness.

"I was wondering if you'd actually show up." You reply, trying to figure out where the creature is.

"Yes, and I am prepared to hold up my end of the deal. I will give you a surge of power to use when you need it. I can let you kill, or save. You could stop someone else, or learn about them. I could even sow confusion and misdirection amongst your foes, if you so desire. Choose one, and the power is yours to use as soon as you like. For the cost of your Soul, of course."

There is a pause.

"So, will you take the deal?"

“Of course! Even if it costs me my soul, I will do what must be done to save the town!”

“Excellent!” cackles the Devil. “What power do you want? Kill, right?”

“Yes!” you say firmly.

“Done!” As he says this you see his eyes light up, a smoldering orange glow in the darkness. Power flows through you. So...much...power. So...primal. Nothing like the cards. No...so much more.

You feel alive.

Now...who to kill. Irony Owl. Yes...that’s the one.

Forgetting about the Devil you make your way out the door.

-----

Irony’s house is dark. He must be asleep already. Not that is matters. You walk up to the door and just rip it off its hinges. So easy! This is great!

“Whoever you are, get out!” shouts a voice from the other room.

“No chance of that!” you shout back. “You’re going to die tonight, Irony!”

You walk into the bedroom, where you find Irony wielding a broomstick.

“What...what are you doing here? Why would you kill me?” He looks terrified. He should be, you suppose.

“It’s for the good of the town.” Before he can react you step forward and punch him in the chest. His ribs shatter and blood sprays over you. He staggers backwards, his eyes glazing over in shock, and crumples to the ground.

The power drains out of you. You feel...weak. Empty.

Staggering, you head out of the house.

As you step off out of the doorway a pit appears in front of you. Caught off balance you fall in, screaming.

You fall for a very long time. Eventually you hit the bottom. You feel sore, and bruised all over. There is a crunching sound, and a pair of cloven hooves comes into view. Looking up you see a grinning Devil staring down at you.

“Welcome to Hell!”

--

IronyOwl  Town  Coven Witch          Dies

 You are awakened by the squealing of metal and the splintering of wood. Terrified, you jump out of bed.

“Whoever you are, get out!” you shout as you look around for a weapon. Nothing in here but a broom. That’ll have to do, you suppose.

“No chance of that!” growls an inhuman voice “You’re going to die tonight, Irony!”

A strange hulking figure lumbers into the room. It’s eyes glow with an eerie orange light.

“What...what are you doing here? Why would you kill me?” You stammer. What on earth is that?!

“It’s for the good of the town.” growls the abomination. Before you can react it steps forward and slams a gigantic hand into your chest. You feel ribs shatter, and you stagger backwards. Can’t...breath.

You collapse to the ground, and darkness consumes you.

You find yourself floating in darkness. After a short while a soft golden light approaches you. Within the light you see a heavenly figure, who holds out a hand. Eagerly you grasp it, and the being pulls you upwards out of the darkness and out into a field of white light.

Peace fills your being. You are where you belong.

[Leafsnail]

Random analysis: I think I was very lucky that the scum were vampires this time around.  It meant that there was someone who the town wanted dead more than me and who they couldn't afford to waste time finding (if the mafia were normal you'd probably just lynch a claimed devil) and it kept my options open as far as deals were concerned (since everyone was alive except those lynched and those killed off by my deals).  Solifuge also benefitted from this too, especially since he was perfectly confirmed not to be the vampire lord.

Solifuge was obviously a demon from not using his revive on the previous night (and not even offering to use his revive at any point, even when I was offering the deal - I would've mentioned it if I gave a damn about the town winning).  Although of course if he were lynched on the last day the town would've just lost to a different faction.

I'd like to thank Meph for a really cool and well run game (in spite of requiring so many replacements).  I think the Devil is certainly a pretty interesting role, who can completely turn the game around depending on who deals with him how (in this case I helped win the game for Solifuge, who was of the only alignment who didn't deal with me.  Hell buddies!).

Six players, nearly half the starting players, and two-thirds of the surviving players. Yeah, that's probably some kind of record.

I think the record was probably set in Bellsounder.  8 out of 9 players killed in one night.

...That was also (indirectly) me.

[ECrownofFire]

I KNEW that we should have killed him

[IronyOwl]

Hm, so Town was screwed at that point anyway. A pity.

Also Max you derp, what could possibly have made you go for me or MBP? Leafsnail confirmed MBP.


Finally, I had a feeling Jim's rant about Bdthemag and Dariush was more like bitching about the situation he was in and less just mentioning a theory. Probably should have ignored efficiency concerns and just lynched Bdthemag the second to last day.

Solifuge was obviously a demon from not using his revive on the previous night (and not even offering to use his revive at any point, even when I was offering the deal - I would've mentioned it if I gave a damn about the town winning).  Although of course if he were lynched on the last day the town would've just lost to a different faction.

The "at least one priest is impious" theory was fairly sound, I thought.

Six players, nearly half the starting players, and two-thirds of the surviving players. Yeah, that's probably some kind of record.

I think the record was probably set in Bellsounder.  8 out of 9 players killed in one night.

...That was also (indirectly) me.

How?!

I KNEW that we should have killed him

...who, Leafsnail? That wouldn't have helped us, though refusing the deal/doing it differently might have. If you mean literally anyone else, you should have stopped wallowing in "trolololol can't get any scummier but they can't lynch me trololololol" mode and actually done something about it.

[Bdthemag]

Bellsounder was a bastard game I think, so it doesn't really count.