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Ninfia was lynched! They were mafia. A hunter of relative notority amongst the townfolk, Ninfia lived deep within the forest on the outskirts of town. Ninfia was known as a brash individual with an underlying distrust of authority whom flaunted gun licensing by-laws and rules at every opportunity. Several weeks prior to their death, Ninfia had engaged in reckless violence at the ◙◙◙ ◙◙◙◙◙◙◙ School, which resulted in $ ◙◙◙◙◙◙◙'s worth of damage and multiple complaints to the school board. While investigating Ninfia's home to take inventory of their assets, municipal workers found several illegal weapons and no less than 27 assorted guns of various makes and sizes, several of which were later shown to have ballistic markings that matched the bullets found at several murder scenes across the city. The police investigation is still unfolding. ![distortion [THE END] - Page 44 ZT4k8rL](https://i.imgur.com/ZT4k8rL.png) There are monsters in this town, and only one remains. It lurks in the nights invisible and leaves a gory wake. Humanity laid bare. The insides of man, exposed: strewn across the landscape, torn open and raw and bleeding. The insides of man, exposed: an ugliness of spirit, twisted with suspicion, betrayal, and heartlessness. When the storm has passed, the survivors close their eyes, not in regret of the lives that were taken, but relief that they have been spared that cruel misfortune. Uncertainty is a fascinating drug. It makes great beasts out of shadows where only shadows lie. In that warped reality, the town created its own monsters. It molded them from paranoia and disorientation, from themselves, human and flawed, and from all of humanity’s monstrous potential. All the misguided who pulled the trigger and thought themselves heroes: did they sleep soundly in their beds that night? Did they rinse crimson from their hands and consider them clean? On the quest to truth and justice, there are acceptable casualties. In order to stop a greater evil, some lesser evils are justified. Theirs was, at its origin, a noble aspiration. Were they surprised when, at that moment of judgment, they were judged and deemed unworthy? And the town celebrated, briefly but with conviction where their illusions aligned with their internal truths. Only by branding the fallen could they see progress. Only through eradication might they uncover that elusive epiphany. And now, only one remains. Progress? That remains to be seen. For now, the truth is thus: A monster lurks where there stood no monster before. It sees through stolen eyes and beats a stolen heart. Beneath its stolen ribs, it fills its stolen lungs, every breath a transgression. |
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If you play your cards right, no one has to die at all. THE LAST DAYAll claiming restrictions have been lifted. All dead players may post freely in thread, but may not vote. Living players, please vote for whom you would like to lynch. You have four vote changes. You may not vote no vote or no lynch. If town is lynched, mafia wins. If both town vote for mafia, town wins. If all three players vote for mafia, everyone wins. Phase ends at 7pm PST. Rollover will be posted at 8pm PST. No PMs or actions may be sent in this phase. 2T : 1M |
