Votecount:
Meta-Kirby (7) McFox, Bunglefever, Cello_Marl, Mayling, Omis, NoDAWG, KevinM
Cello_Marl (2) Kirbyoshi, Meta-Kirby
Kirbyoshi (1) Cacti
KevinM (1) Macman
Not voting (2) Xonar, mentosman8
A majority 7 of 13 votes is required to lynch.
Chaco replaces Cacti effective immediately.
"We don't need no stinking badges!"
The group decided unanimously that they had no need for a Sheriff. If there was crime in their town, they would take care of it together. And if there was a secret group of them who were werewolves, then they would take care of them as a group.... a group that included the werewolves. And this way, they could convert the jail into a library for books on werewolves!
The group gathered around the bonfire. As they all discussed their plans for the day, the Witch brewed a potion.
"We should eliminate that man," shouted a villager as he pointed at another. "He is surely a werewolf!"
"No, I think he is not. But I also do not think that you are a werewolf. I've known you for years, and I've known him longer. Neither of you could be a werewolf."
The Fortune Teller sighed.
"There is no way that you could have known who was a werewolf, and when," he explained. "Unless you are trained in the metaphysical artes," he motioned to himself, and then to the Witch who nodded, "you could be a werewolf. You could have always been a lycanthrope, or you could have been bitten yesterday."
"But I've known him all my life!"
The Witch cackled at this, and rose with her potion. She corked it and surveyed the crowd as she shook it like mad.
"We will never survive like this, and I knew this to be the case. So I have prepared a little something. Forgive me, everyone, for taking matters into my own hands, but you will thank me in the end."
The threw the potion, clay vial and all, into the fire. In an instant, there was a terrible crack. An explosion of orange and purple rose out of the fire, and smoke immediately rose from the explosion. A cold, eerie smoke embraced the group, and when it settled they realized its purpose - no one could identify anyone else.
The group then began to debate, unhindered by their past experiences with others. They came to a decision on who they would hang. As a group, they moved from the campfire to the large oak tree, whose Autumn leaves reminded them of the upcoming Harvest Festival.
"Now, wrap the noose around the man, but do not yet hang him," commanded one man.
The group did as such, and turned back to him.
"Now, before you hang him... let us hang this one!" he shouted as he pointed towards another person.
"Aye, lets!," and "I agree!"s came from the crowd. They had chosen one man, and here they would choose another instead, immediately, at the last second?!
Scared, the new target shrieked!
"Don't you recognize me?! I am just a little girl!"
"A ha!-" exclaimed the man. "Then, we shall lynch you anyways! Because I don't remember if there even
was a little girl in this village!"
"No!" she screamed.
"Fine, then hang the first man!"
"Wait... why should we listen to you?!"
"Because I am... the Fortune Teller!"
Before anyone could say anything at all, the man was hanged, and night descended upon the village.
Meta-Kirby, a
Villager, has been lynched.
Night 1 begins.
Night actions will be accepted at the latest on Saturday, February 20, at 5:00 PM EST.