It's not easy, being you. Like the residents of the Island of Misfit Toys, the twelve of you have been secluded here in this dark and dreary town, away from other, more functional, mafia-fighting populaces. You've been deemed too troublesome, too weird, and too just-plain-useless to participate in the scum hunting that's taking villages around the world by storm. And so they've shipped you off here, a 'B' Ark, so to speak, of characteristics and skills. But it never occurred to anyone that the scum would be trying to get rid of their worst and their dimmest, too. So come together to do your part and try to rid your new home of scum without shooting yourself in the foot. Mix metaphors as blithely as you want. Just remember, it's not me, it's you.
Game Status - Game Over
:
no one wins
Still Living (for what that's worth)
:
no one
In the Blissful Arms of Death's Sweet Release
:
Dirge, Twitchy (
Society of Assassins
) - shot Night One
N_lich, Soft-Spoken Mimic (
post-restricted townie
) - beaned Night One
Stewie, Mark Philippoussis (
cop/vig
) - lynched Day One
Aelyn, Manic-depressive Cop (
cop
(duh!)) - sliced open Night Two
Changling bob, Someone (
seeking townie
/
cult member
) - pummeled Night Two
inHimshallibe
swinkee
, Microsoft Office Spell-Checker (
role PM investigator
) - deadline lynched Day Two
Squonk, Hypnotist Hugh Lennon and his Hypnodog, Oscar (
roleblocker
/
tooth fairy
/
cult member
) - sliced open Night Three
Talitha, Uncharismatic Cult Leader (
cult recruiter
) - deadline lynched Day Three
Nox, Somnambulant Surgeon (
doc
/
vig
/
cult member
) - shot Night Four
Axelrod, Don Bartleby (
Society of Assassins GF
) - lynched Day Four
GreenLiquid, Dr. Jekyll (
doc
/
SK
) - shot Night Five
Thoth, Lou (
Society of Assassins
) - crushed Night Five
It takes a village to raise a lynch mob.