day 2.
goat rally.
No Lynch: II
drandahl: VII
deo: I
Mr. Alice: II
plotstickers: I
AliceofOz: I
T3tsuya: I
Tiki the Troll: I
high seraph vs. deo drandahl
Kiyoko vs. Mr. Alice
Luxaria vs. drandahl
Sammiya vs. T3tsuya
AliceofOz vs.
alcasync vs. AliceofOz
Mr. Alice vs. drandahl
T3tsuya vs. Mr. Alice
Tiki the Troll vs. Rasei deo
Rasei vs. no vote
drandahl vs. No Lynch
plotstickers vs. drandahl
eleni vs. drandahl
deo vs. drandahl
chinomi vs. drandahl
Ardonye vs. Tiki the Troll
Ninfia vs. no lynch
Kotakia vs. plotstickers
Above your fireplace hung masks, made from animal skin. One a fox, one a rabbit, one a dog, one a cat. You had bought them online and waited patiently as they shipped to your piece of land in god knows where. You figured that it’d impress anyone who came across your home, even though you weren’t the kind of person to hold really fancy parties or anything (though you had multiple invitations stuffed into your mailbox from people you’ve never even heard of). Even though you were a self-styled loner who lived up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, you always kind of longed for some kind of affection.
It was actually bonds – bonds that you had long eschewed – which had brought you to this place. Your grandfather was deathly ill, and you needed to get down to the city, stat. But you had gotten lost in a storm and ended up in this place…
The day meeting drones on. Clinks can be heard as people sip from wineglasses filled with orange juice before setting them on the incredibly fancy plates laid out on the table. The agitation of staying in the house is real, and the silence is tense.
A meek voice whispers, shattering the silence. One of the smaller guests raises their hand slowly.
“Um…” the person whispers, before pointing a shaky finger towards you in the back. “W-When we were searching the house, I p-peeked into their room… and saw a gun.”
The mood becomes even tenser as heads turn. One guest offers to run upstairs to see if the accusation is true, given that all the rooms were left open for breakfast. True to the person’s words, the guest returns with a powerful rifle.
The individual becomes stark white as accusations begin flying.
“So that’s it, huh?”
“Were you planning to kill us with that gun?”
A few days of being cooped up has led people to jump to conclusions. Never being the most vocal of types, you raise your hands because you saw some guy try to do it with a group of dinosaurs once online and it seemed to work
then.
It doesn’t work, and eventually reasoning gives way to madness. You’re chased up the staircase and into the corridor with a mass of people behind you, one still holding the rifle that they found in your room. Your cool and casual exterior has given way to unholy panic, and you wave your arms more rapidly in order to get everyone to calm down. As expected, this doesn’t work either.
The mob of guests seem to be possessed by something, you think. For them to turn on someone so quick…
You briefly consider the viability of just trying to make your way through the crowd and busting down the front door and getting the hell out of this place (even though the door wouldn’t budge). People get superhuman strength when things are against the wall, don’t they? But your body seems to disagree with your master plan and soon you find yourself pressed against the back of the hallway.
As you open your mouth to try and convince them to not lynch you, someone drops the rifle they found in your room.
A shot rings out.
Something smiles. And it begins.
drandahl was lynched! They were the HUNTER. They were TOWN.
Night 2 has begun. Please send in your room movements and actions, if any.
Night 2 will end on August 15th, 2015 at 12:00PM EST.