A long night is long, really long, like days long, even a weekend long and seems longer cause of the red stain slowly but surely creeping across the sky. The wreckage of bodies from yesterday lie where you left them, in a contortion of limbs on the big double poster you used to use for fertility rituals in the village square. Strangely someone doesnt think it lost its appeal, because you notice a new body sprawled on the corpses of yesterdays exploding man looking more thana little shady. Against your better judgement you approach, fearing the worst; a conversation with galain, but being mildly surprised to find Tennes, face ruddy with tears and claw marks, laying atop the dead.
he seems still warm, his body soft to the touch, but utterly dead and lifeless like he usually is over the weekend, but its wednesday and you feel a touch of fear. In one hand he clutches the fur of his dead partner, sorry - life partner, and in the other he has a stick as if they were playing catch in his dreams.
"No soul left," says a voice behind you as Horst watches, sweaty and stricken with guilt over by the church.
"Thats unfortunate," you mumble already beyond caring as you go back to bed, whistling the theme song of the wizard of Oz and clapping your heels three times as you pass over the threshold.
Liosan, still slightly quiet from his extended avcation comes around the corner, "Bit cold out here, looks like rain."
Tennes is dead, he was possessed.
It is day 6, you have 36 hours.
10 players remain, 6 to lynch, 5 to go to night.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 19 November 2008 - 03:50 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.