First off, if you didn't receive a PM, nothing eventful happened that night. Assume your role worked as intended.
As dawn broke, (or as much as dawn can break in an artificial underground construct), a quick headcount showed that nothing was wrong. 16 people were accounted for. How could this be? No kills? Something very odd was going on.
There was an eerie silence as the rest of the group woke up. Everyone but The Stew Boy was awake. As Ezlo bent down to wake him up and tell him the good news, his eyes suddenly opened up. He started screaming incomprehensible shouts as he bolted from the crowd. Everyone ran after him, trying to stop him and calm him down. But as krammer reached out to stop him, all he managed to grab was a facemask. Everyone saw just one glimpse of that face before it plunged into the Mothingess on the delirious Stew Boy. Everyone recognized that face. It was unmistakable, with only
visible. The Stew Boy was
One I Romancer, Surface-Aligned Demigod.
Suddenly, Bunches burst out into tears. "
I did it! It's my fault! I killed him!"
And before anyone could stop her, she ran up to the nearest gate and struck the orb, bringing her high up above the ground. "
How could I do it?"
were her last words as she plunged down onto the ground, inpacting with a very strange
Splat!. Based on the remains, it was evident that Bunches was
The Brain, Monster-Aligned Leader.
Death Toll:
Bunches
The Stew Boy
In honor of Oneiromancer's passing, a No Lynch will be held today. The night will begin in two weeks.
It is now Day 1! There will be No Lynch!
[Last edited by coppro at 04-22-2006 03:01 PM]