The Sentinel is in play.
In order to accommodate host real life busywork tomorrow, Day 1 might begin thirty minutes in advance. This is not intended to impact the current night phase or future cycles.
The rising morning somehow began in much the same way as all the others had, and yet there was an unmistakable melancholy set in the community. As everyone rose from their beds at the crack of dawn, a new round of questions were brought forth from the hysterical townspeople.
“There’s really a killer lurking in the shadows of this town?”
“Well, it’s definitely not me! But who else could it be?”
“We surely can’t stay here!”
That last unfamiliar voice shook with grim determination from the middle of the crowd. Everyone turned to look at each other, but nobody seemed to realise that none of them had spoken. A voice in each of their ears, twisting them, leading the good people of Ravenswood Bluff down the course of their own destruction.
“We should hide in the dark forest bordering our village! We’ve all lived here our entire lives, and even in the darkest night we’d all know it like the back of our hands. If we’re to be hunted by an unwelcome visitor like meek little mice, I say we bring them into unfamiliar territory! Lest we all die in our beds one by one!”
There were vague murmurs of agreement rippling through the crowd. No doubt everyone was tired and aching all over from the previous night, presumably straining their ears against the whistling wind for the sound of someone, or something, stalking the streets. But there was an oppressive fear holding them back; the so-called dark forest was like a impenetrable fog, with trees shooting up from the ground in every direction, with no obvious landmarks to speak of. If one was to lose their way there was no certainty they would find their way out alive.
“No,” a second person said, turning their head to look at the crowd. "We can flee if we’re against the wall, but this is our home. We have our orders, clear as day; we must first find our storytellers’ killer in order to free ourselves. Run if you will, but I intend to stand tall while I still draw breath.”
There was a long silence after that.
Day 1 begins and will last 48 hours.
With 10 starting players, there is a base number of 7 Townsfolk, 0 Outsiders, 2 Minions, and the Demon.
These numbers may be influenced by the Balloonist, Atheist, Vigormortis, Legion or Sentinel.
I’ll like to say I hope the evil team does really well this game, I believe in you guys.
Same. honestly
/whisper hqZard
Who is hqZard
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/whisper Litten
/whisper hazard
Hazard + Litten ez scumteam
we can go home everyone
who got barista’d night 1 by the way
I have a confession guys
There is no evil team. There is no such things as demons. It’s your imagination. I would know as I’m the (drunk or marrioniete) atheist
Why must you hurt me this way
It’s your own fault for believing in childish things like “demons”
/whisper intensify