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This game is tearing us apart!  Isn't it fun?

Vote: no kill

I'd apologize for ending the phase late, but I'd say it looks like it was a good thing.  Some interesting discussion is already going on. 

Ehem...

Night began to take over once more, and already it seemed as if the villagers were going at each other.  Despite their arguing with each other though, it seemed as if they couldn't quite decide on who they wanted to go after, so they decided instead to bide their time.  The only question was, however, was this a good idea to sit it out and let Seerman figure things out?  Or was this just giving the Wolfman time enough to pick off their victims without any consequence?  Only time would tell...

Nobody was killed today.

As I've already been getting some PMs, I'll give the night phase until tomorrow at 8AM to continue the schedule. Normally, special roles wouldn't have to PM me their choices until the phase itself was formally ended, and if any who have already PMed me would like to change their targets, they are free to do so.

Edit: Fixed.  It's night phase now, so special roles that haven't PMed me yet, please do so. 

Apologies, I was waiting to hear back from someone. 

As the stars blanketed the sky, Knightman braced himself for a possibly messy night.  Seerman followed another, hidden in the shadows as he went about his duty.  When the other person stopped, Seerman used this to their advantage to take a moment to ask the stars about this mysterious person.  "Villager..." the stars had answered back, as Seerman was filled with glee.  As he looked to the sky and listened to the response, his heart leaped with joy at the possibility of finding an ally within the first moments.

But his moment was cut short when he looked back down.

The villager was sitting, drinking a glass of ale (though Seerman had wondered where had procured it from), as two other unknown figures approached.  Seerman waited, afraid to expose his identity as the two villagers put their palms together, their brands glowing.  The villager, drunk off the ale, didn't realize what was going on entirely as he faced a now large beast.  He began swearing words at it in a drunken stupor as the beast picked up the drunken villager, and ripped him to shreds with barely a pull.

Seerman slowly began to sneak away, stepping on a branch and looking up...and the wolfman seemed not to notice.  Careful still the Seerman continued, stepping on a cat's tail as it screeched, and looked up frightened, but again the wolfman seemed not to notice.  Finally, after stepping on a bicycle horn, a whoopee cushion, a boombox playing Saturday Night Fever, a homeless villager, and Wolfman's tail, Seerman was able to make it to safety without the Wolfman ever noticing that there was another presence there.

But that still didn't bode well for the villagers, nor for Seerman, who had lost the only ally he had made and was no closer to knowing who the Wolfman really was.

Wintermoot, a Villager, was killed during the night.

The next day phase has begun, and will end on Tuesday at 10:30PM PST.  So discuss who you think is guilty and let's get those votes going!  Remember, you can also choose not to vote someone by saying Vote: No Kill/Lynch.  Happy gaming!

I'd had a long night, out drinking. I hobbled out of the bar, and saw the corpse.

"Wha? What's going on?"

After someone told me about the whole werewolf thing, I advocated for no killing

Apple, is that a vote for not killing today, or just telling us what you did yesterday?

Wintermoot, I can't believe you're gone.

I will be holding a life celebration tomorrow, all are welcome to come and speak a few words. No flowers please, donations should be made to the Society for Cruelty Against Werewolves, or the Werewolf Euthanasia Association.

Rest easy, you wonderful man.

And thus, the strongest among us is gone. 

The life celebration will commence now, all people interested in paying their last respects to this wonderful man are asked to find seats in the community center in the next five minutes.

Dearly beloved,

We gather here today, to say our final goodbyes to one of the village greats.
Oh father, we ask that you strike fear into the hearts of the scum amongst us, who would do such harm to such an amazing man.

Know this, heathens, we are coming for you! By my last breath, your very souls will be vanquished from this land, back to the hell from whence you came!

*sheds a single tear*
*dramatically sulks away from the podium*

*walks up to the podium*

Uh... He was a good man, or something.

*walks back down*

That's all you have to say??

I find your lack of compassion disturbing..

Sorry, but I am chocked after what happened last night. I should add that I was crying all the way to and from the podium.

....

I'm sorry I lashed out like that, Hugsim. Grief makes me irrational sometimes. I shouldn't pass judgement on the way anyone else grieves.

Vengeance!!!!

Daggerfall - Ghost of King Lysandus

Don't worry, Amalya. I sometimes feel the same.

"Though I didn't know the victim well, I was always told how much of a generous soul he was. We most definitely are less without Wintermoot."