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You have a horrible, scary night. If you get any sleep at all, it involves nightmares of being torn apart by werewolves, with only a fancy Ellipsese graphing calculator to defend yourself. Finally, you get out of the house, into the safety of the majority.
You see someone else--Rotten Snitch--tap a large man he probably doesn't know very well on the shoulder and whisper, "Watch my back."
In a very loud voice which you are
sure
will draw werewolves, that idiot, the man replies, "Huh?"
"From the werewolves!"
"Oh. Um. Okay."
Appalled by the ignorance, Skruffs jumps in at this point. "You know, the werewolves! They killed the mayor!"
Rotten Snitch stares at him. "Wait, they killed the mayor?!"
Skruffs shrugs. "Missing. But there was that girl who was running around shouting about werewolves earlier. She's also not here. Maybe they killed
her.
"
"No, the shipments of Seizure Party 6 just came in."
"Oh." Skruffs considers this for a few minutes. "So...nobody's actually dead."
"Strappado is dead."
Rotten Snitch glares at the laughing NPC who's supposed to be protecting him. "Look, maybe she was kind of feral, and maybe she did sleep on my doorstep a few times, but she meant well. She left me a squirrel once. And she had a steady day job as an insurance agent--it'd be stupid to sell everyone insurance and
then
kill them."
"I'm out of here," the NPC says. In fact, it turns out that very few people are interested in saving Caret. And there are others like JDodge who would have helped, but got wrapped up in the Seizure Party surplus instead. Soon, there are only eleven of you crazies left standing in your little lynchcrowd.
But you know it's up to you.
Strappado (Gaoler) is dead. It is now Day 1; with 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch. Game goes to deadline on Wednesday, at March 18, 3:00 am GMT.
(EDIT: deadline moved up.)