After the unfortunate circumstances of the daytime, the town were hoping night would fair much better for them. Hiplop was slowly walking around, still looking for assistance. He started to slow, and sparks emitted from his body. He collapsed in a heap. Hiplop was:
Spoiler for Hiplop:
Congratulations, you are URL, Earth Aligned
Your role is Cop. Each night, select a player to investigate and youíll be informed of their alignment. You win when all threats to the town have been eliminated.
Nixon was on the prowl. He saw IMPULSE standing beside the church. He crept up behind him, slowly. He raised his gun, aimed, and was just about to fire, when he was kicked in the head by a crazy bitch in a pink tracksuit. An onlooker was not pleased, but did not have time to react as they were transfixed on glowing eyes.
STUFF was busy making his rounds, but took one corner too many. He tripped a wire, and was met with a piercing bullet, right through the head. He collapsed in a heap. STUFF was:
Spoiler for STUFF:
Congratulations, you are Robot Devil, Mafia Aligned
Your role is Rolecop. Each night you can select a player and discover their role. You win when you outnumber the town and other threats have been eliminated.
The townies seemed to be relieved, and Postage decided to toast the night. He took a big sip of his glass, which looked a lot like the glass Hiplop drank from last night. Uh-oh!
IT IS NOW DAY 3. WITH 20 ALIVE, IT TAKES 11 FOR MAJORITY