Quiet. Still. Empty, even. The morning has crept into the village slowly; grey fog filters like cold breath through the square as the town groggily rises. Cautiously, they open their doors, unsure of what to expect.
There, in the middle of the road, lies
Dogfish44, the local Hateful Homeless Man. His coat has always been tattered, but now it's been torn to shreds, and his limbs, which appear to have been gnawed on and spat out, are scattered wantonly over the path. Uneven splotches of blood stain the cobblestones.
'That's sick and disgusting.'
billymills observes wryly. 'He can't even clean up his own dinner table.'
'There's no role PM, so maybe it was eaten,' reports
Exarius, who had been scouring the street for even a scrap of paper. 'All we know is that he was the Hateful Homeless Man.'
It's then that they look to the left of Dogfish44's mangled body (or the six or so parts thereof remaining) and notice a familiar trickle of water. With a suspicious look at each other, they follow the trail into the nearest house. The eagle posters lining the walls make it obvious who lives here, as does the dead and drenched body prone on the floor.
Drip, drip, drip. It appears that this person had fallen and knocked their head on something while trying to wrench their leaky tap shut... Poor
UncleSam.
You are the Mastermind. Your night action is Night x - Eliminate USER. You will put together a masterful plan that will results in USER's death that night. Your second night action is Night x - Isolate USER. USER will be immune from night actions other than kills that night. You may not target the same player with both night actions on the same night, and you may not target yourself. You win if you are the last man standing.
'I think
Towelie's a goner, too,' said
Xyphang nervously.
Darkamber8828 shrugs. 'Well, I'm pretty sure no one is getting any sleep anymore, so there's no reason he wouldn't be here.'
When they find Towelie in his house, they notice numerous holes on his bloodied body that can only mean one thing. Not a game of whack-a-mole, but a professional. A dangerous professional with a gun!
You are Queen Elizabeth II. Your night action is Night x - Declare Britain to be an ally of USER. This action may not have any effect if some unspecified conditions are not met. Your vote counts for two during the lynch votes. You win if the Village wins.
With a rueful look, Xyphang picks up the ornate crown still lying on Towelie's head. 'Hey, it's worth a lot,' he says defensively, 'and he doesn't need--'
'I'll take that, thank you,' jumpluff interrupts smoothly, swiping the crown and sticking it on her head. 'We don't need any more royalty complexes.'
'How the fuck did you sneak up like that.' billymills demands.
'Trade secrets. Now, get to lynching! It shouldn't take too long, at most
24 hours, given there are so few of you. Earthworm, clean up the bodies!'
Armed with a mop and a bucket, Earthworm begins cleaning up the blood, as the rest of the town heads towards the lynching square, eyes narrowed and minds focused, neighbours in distrust of neighbours...