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Blazinghand
United States25551 Posts
Day 1 Vote Count LightningStrike (7): wherebugsgo, Yamato77, Onegu, ShoCkeyy, Kickstart, The Shining, Breshke Bill Murray (2): FreezingFoot, LightningStrike Stutters695 (3): Tubesock, batsnacks, Bill Murray Not voted (1): Stutters695 Currently, LightningStrike is set to be lynched! Day 1 ends in at 23:00 GMT (+00:00). With 13 alive it takes 7 to lynch. Remember to vote in thread, and cast withcraft votes via PM Failure to vote in either category will result in a modkill. | ||
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
On June 10 2015 07:30 LightningStrike wrote: Okay I just going to vote to save myself ##Unvote Vote: Bill Murray this is town play | ||
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Kickstart
United States1941 Posts
K 1 minute im shutting up before modkilled for talking after deadline. | ||
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
self preservation = town id rather a no lynch than lynch town | ||
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LightningStrike
United States14276 Posts
##Unvote ##Vote:Stutters695 | ||
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
##vote LightningStrike | ||
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wherebugsgo
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
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Kickstart
United States1941 Posts
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
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Blazinghand
United States25551 Posts
Day 1 Vote Count LightningStrike (8): wherebugsgo, Yamato77, Onegu, ShoCkeyy, Kickstart, The Shining, Breshke, batsnacks Bill Murray (1): FreezingFoot Stutters695 (3): Tubesock, Bill Murray , LightningStrike Not voted (1): Stutters695 Currently, LightningStrike is set to be lynched! Day 1 ends in at 23:00 GMT (+00:00). With 13 alive it takes 7 to lynch. Remember to vote in thread, and cast withcraft votes via PM Failure to vote in either category will result in a modkill. | ||
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Blazinghand
United States25551 Posts
Night 1 ![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/1rosMl.jpg?1) The ashes fall and The Priest reaches out, grasping them. For hundreds of years these totems grew under the protection of Coyote the Immortal. Generations of men lived and died without God, and still these totems grew. In time the totems themselves became deities, worshiped and empowered with dark sorcery. Towering over the plains, they ruled with the ancient justice that only gods know. As they grew, Coyote was their keeper, tending to them and advising the tribes. Perhaps things could have gone on like this forever-- but even the gods themselves are not beyond deceit. Coyote now fashions himself the heathen Pagan God of men. The rest happens quickly: drawing his power from their faith, he burns and pillages his way across the eastern plains. One by one, Coyote destroys the god-totems, seizing more strength and more followers. As each god-totem stands alone, he is unable to resist and is absorbed by Coyote, whose maniacal religion gains strength until he threatened to absorb the whole subcontinent. When all hope seems lost, the god-totems speak as has not happened for generations. They speak ancient words in an forgotten tongue not spoken for centuries, but nonetheless they are understood. The immortal call to arms goes out, and the remaining god-totem tribes pool their strength. Followers who had never known battle find themselves bearing arms, vessels for the warrior spirits of their ancestors. Powerful god-magic draws up a grand army the likes of which has never been before or since. That dusk, grand battle is joined between the god-totem worshipers and the followers of Coyote. The earth shudders as man slays man and the plains burn with the pagan torment. At least, the dust clears, and in the twilight of battle Coyote lies dead, rent from head to toe by an axe. Thousands of men lay down in their graves that day, that the human race might live free from the oppression of the false prophet. And in that moment, The Lord smiled, for the power of the god-totems had been spent. Their ancient magics shattered, their people scattered, the strength and unity of Coyote the Immortal replaced with the disunity of the dying totems. There was no way for The Lord to reach the Americas, yet-- but it would happen. And when it did, he would be strong-- stronger than Coyote ever could be, stronger than whatever would grow on his grave. After the first landfall, there was hope The Lord might be spread organically, but the power of the pagans, the power of the witches was strong. Priests had to be sent, and missionaries to bolster their strength-- and yet still the pagans resisted. Their power is far too strong. Even now they wander the streets, tormenting innocent souls and corrupting the pure. Even now the unsaved dare to mingle with the saved and slow down the inevitable spread of the truth. Musing on this, The Priest sees a robed acolyte, walking alone-- a rarity. This is a chance. He pulls the silver cross out from his robe and brandishes it at the cloaked figure. "Repent!" he cries, the power of The Lord rising within him. The acolyte flinches away from the crucifix. The Priest steps forwards, shoving it in the man's face. "Repent!" he screams again, the holy fervor rising with him. "Repent!" Light shines down between the buildings, like heavenly spears. "Repent!" The dust whirls around the man and the Acolyte, as The Lord turns his attention to the scene. "Repent!" The acolyte finds his voice. “Never! I will never—“ The light reflects of the cross, singeing and burning away the skin of the practitioner of wiccan arts. His words turn into screams as his very flesh is ripped from his bones and his blood boils in his veins, unable to stand the might of the holy symbol. At last he finishes dissolving into a puddle, a greasy slick on the town square. The Priest looks around, and sees eyes in every window, staring at him. Waiting. He turns, and makes to run back towards the church before other acolytes arrive. However, the has taken too long, and finds all the entrances to the town square blocked off by hooded men! They mob him, crushing him beneath their bodies with punches and kicks. Just as he's about to be buried by the evil satanists, The Priest sees a glimmer of hope-- The Witch Hunter has come to his rescue! "Run, Father! I'll hold them off. Go and get to the church." The Priest looks sadly back at the Witch Hunter, who uses his final breath in a prayer to seal off the town square temporarily. The Witch Hunter has locked himself inside with the acolytes, who immediately set upon him.. He blinks back tears as he makes haste, that the sacrifice may not be in vain. "I will never forget your martyrdom, my son." LightningStrike the Witch Hunter has been eliminated! Stutters695 the Acolyte has been modkilled for failure to vote! It is now Night 1. The Night ends in 24 hours at Wednesday, Jun 10 11:00pm GMT (GMT+00:00) aka 23:00 GMT (+00:00). Make sure to get night actions into Blazinghand and HtS by that time. | ||
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
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Blazinghand
United States25551 Posts
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
shrekt good job bugs!! | ||
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Bill Murray
United States9292 Posts
On June 10 2015 08:06 Blazinghand wrote: You may speak at night. ok thx | ||
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FreezingFoot
457 Posts
I have no words... | ||
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Breshke
Australia3749 Posts
Unless we wanna try kill other witch hunter before he shoots but yeah Well done shame about the modkill | ||
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LightningStrike
United States14276 Posts
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batsnacks
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