You know, one would imagine that with fewer of you left, fewer of you would have died tonight. One would think that. One would be wrong.
Captain Colourless had always been a little, well, bland. Let's be honest about that. It isn't nice to speak ill of the dead, but facts are facts. So bland, in fact, that Darkpyro wanted to brighten up his life as only a psychotic pyromaniac can, by setting him on fire. Creeping up to his house, he let out a single "huddaaaaa!" and then lit everything within a 20ft radius on fire. As he stood and enjoyed his handiwork, he never noticed the evil soul who creeped up on him and doused him in gasoline. A swift kick later and he was right in the middle of the inferno he had created. And... loving it. To death. No one would have ever suspected that the two of them were serial killers and not allied with either side.
Ceshiirie was just about to enjoy a gold foil-wrapped chocolate when her home alarm went off. "Burglars?" who would dare? "Oh no, that's not the burglar alarm, that's the giant wasp in the house alarm!" She tried to run but found all of the doors and windows boarded up, except for one. Standing at that window... the dead body of The Hungry Bunny, who had planned to repeat his performance from the previous night, but now his carrot would never be inserted again as his own arch-nemesis had gotten to him first, killed him with a quick shot to the back of the head and had him taxidermally stuffed and mounted by Ceshiirie's window as a reminder. A reminder of what, I have no idea. Just as she was about to jump through the window to her escape, the giant wasp stepped in front of it. Can giant wasps step? This one can. After that, details are sketchy, but the screams were heard for hours and then stopped suddenly. The faint whisper of gold foil being stepped on wafted gently on the late fall breeze.
The Green Fairy had always been a bit of a prankster. Not the bad kind that gets people hurt, but the funny kind that likes a good practical joke. Tonight, that wasn't going to go so well. Sneaking into the home of FangSmasher, our funny fairy spiked his drink and then hid in the shadows to watch as hilarity ensued. Little did she expect that he had planned to kill someone, and would now randomly target someone else instead. Imagine her surprise when he targeted himself and proceeded to stab himself to death. 47 times. Horrified, she stumbled from the house and into a spiked pit that had been dug by The Human Scot. As he chuckled to himself and wandered off, two different people took shots at him from a distance. One was blocked by a diligent friend, the other pierced his bagpipe, split his skirt and damn near kilt him. It was the piano that fell from the sky that struck the final chord. I would say that no one had suspected him of being a villain, but clearly a few of you did by the end. If he'd made it him, he would have found that all of his haggis had been poisoned as well. I guess someone hated his guts. Or at least his dinner.
Unfortunately for The Invisible Cock-blocker, his buddy The Human Scot wasn't there to protect him from the exploding dildo that a diabolical killer had chosen to violate him with. He did go out with a bang, though and was later shown to also be a villain. And creepy. So creepy.
The Green Ranger fell in a hole. Literally. He didn't say a word, he didn't do a thing, he just fell in a hole and died a death completely without honour or dignity. I hear they filled the hole and left him in there, not thinking him worthy of any better.
A bombardier, a fake Italian count, a fish and a stockbroker walked into a bar. Inside they found a toad, a vampire, a big mirror and a bucket of water. Hilarity ensued. The place was just sealed off to avoid answering any questions. It wasn't pretty. The Bombastic Bright-Blue Bombardier, Simeon Belmondo, Fishface and Julius N. Fiddlevilter were never seen again.
Cerebrus had always devoted a great deal of energy to maintaining his intellect. He studied, he learned, he was observant and never missed a thing that happened around him. Well, except that someone had replaced his normal television cable with "The All Stupid Channel" that was running a marathon of "reality" shows. Turning on his set to enjoy a documentary he'd been looking forward to, his mind simply exploded at the exposure to the most vile and disgusting form of 'entertainment' in the known universe. It was a cruel and horrific killing. It made me smile a bit, Cerebus had always been a bit insufferable about his intelligence
Remember: If you're among the dead, do stop posting and most of all, don't send me any more messages, your game is over. Please collect your lovely parting gifts as you leave. Note: There are no lovely parting gifts, just leave, you're dead and smelling up the place.
So you got two right, amazing! You don't get credit for the serial killers, one killed the other and was then killed by the scum. Simply astounding. Seriously, at this rate we're going to have to start resurrections just so you have enough people to kill or we might end up with another paradox. Do try harder tonight, harder is always better, right ladies? Now go, freaks, take 20 hours to talk, send in your actions, and meet me here again tomorrow, if there are any of you left.
Oh, and for the second day in a row, all of you who chose to investigate people chose people who died. They're still dead.
The Rules (These will never change, so read them once and understand them)
- You have each been sent a role PM outlining the things you can do at night. You must reply to that PM once per day/night cycle and make your selection. No other communication will be allowed.
- Your role PM details how you win. You may not quote your role PM in any form, but you are free to communicate in public or private with whoever you wish at any time, including after death.
- The only restriction to the open communication rule is that if you are a villain, you may not give away the identities of your teammates at any time, dead or alive (why would you want to anyway?).
- There will be no clues in the pictures. Either of them.
- You have 20 hours from the start of the day to reply to your role PM with the appropriate information. Failure to do so may be unpleasant (for you).
- Only players may post in this topic. Spectators may comment in the discussion topic.
The Players (in order of signup)
Jackattack7 - Rogue Hunter
Rumble Strike - Liberty
zakura- Mr. Sunshine
Esurient - Esur, The Ghost Hunter
badboytje88 - Earbuds
Clone gunner comander jedi - Hedge Guy
JackJonespaw - The Fairy
Im a brickmaster - Spirit Walker
Aokpies - Money Master
Flare - Super Guy
sparta342 - The Dynamic Eagle!
DarthPotato - Super T-Rex
Do you have what it takes to be a hero?