Want to elaborate? I know why you think I'm scum, but I've gotten pretty town vibes off Tat.
Without having to go into detail, she has been unusually inactive, blaming it on life, been making bad points and cases when she does scumhunt, which seems to be less regularly than usual, and appears to just be trying to force suspicion on anyone, maybe 2 or 3 different people each post, usually with bad reasoning. Also she loves to throw suspicion on to whoever suspects her first, her defense mechanism I guess.
Magic was napping, feeling quite confident with himself and his position among the town. A loud thump outside his window caused him to jump up, alert. He dashed to the window, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash (whatever that is). Only to meet a grinning man who promptly hit him with a fireball, reducing Magic to nothing but a puddle on the floor.
The Magic of Christmas was:
Spoiler for :
Congratulations, you are Frosty The Snowman, The Mayor, Christmas Aligned! You win when all threats to Christmas are defeated. You may be a big dumb goof but you’ve got those kids in the palm of your hand. On one day of your choosing, should you think an innocent soul is getting lynched, you can PM me saying who you’d like to switch the lynch to. As long as you send it before the hammer was hit the person you choose will be killed instead.
Elsewhere throughout the building, Rush was just hanging around when someone passed by underneath. He seemed to be a familar figure so Rush paid him little heed. This proved a deadly mistake as the man suddenly lashed out, hitting Rush with a steel chair over and over and over, until he was not only merely dead but really and sincerly dead.
MILA KUNIS' CHRISTMAS EYES was:
Spoiler for :
Congratulations, you are Mistletoe, The Matchmaker, Christmas Aligned! You win when all threats to Christmas are defeated. On one night you may choose two players to stand under you and fall in love. These two (and you) will become masons and will be able to speak together outside of the thread. Just note that they will not be aware who you are if you want that to mean anything.
Just when things were looking particularly bad a screech rang out. DocScrooge woke up and ran out of his room to find Jigsaw lying there, his spine broken in half but some incredibly strong force.
Spoiler for :
Congratulations, you are Grandma, The Lyncher, Individually Aligned! That fat bastard Santa runs you down and nearly kills you and yet instead of facing any sort of punishment he is still treated with love and respect. Well now it’s time to take matters into your own hands. The end of the world and Christmas doesn’t concern you (you hate kids anyway): you just want revenge. You win if Santa Claus is lynched. If he dies some other way, you just want to survive and can win with any other faction.
After doing quick search of the house for any other cadavers, Big Man came across some writing on the wall outside:
"In life, my spirit never rose beyond the limits of our money-changing holes! Now I am doomed to wander without rest or peace, incessant torture and remorse! I'd say it's time for town to get down to business I say. Mankind was my business! Their common welfare was my business! And it is at this time of the rolling year that I suffer most! Like a lost leaf in the night!"
It is now Day 4, with 27 alive, it's 14 for a lynch.
Last edited by dan the marino; 12-19-2012 at 08:18 PM.