The following logs were found last night:
Void Reaver
I saw something last night on my post.
A giant… crab. It came out of thin air and started tapping along the perimeter with one of its forelegs - like it was checking for an opening. It’d check a few meters at a time, and then disappear. Again, and again.
So, I figured out its pattern.
I waited for it, where it would appear next. My rifle was aimed at empty space - and then suddenly, that empty space became a target. But I couldn’t pull the trigger.
It turned to look straight at me, and I was paralyzed. It wasn’t fear, it was something else. It was talking into my brain. The words it used weren’t any language I knew, but it compelled me to freeze. The experience wasn’t something I can fully describe with words. I couldn’t pull the trigger. I couldn’t even reach for the radio. I couldn’t turn to look away. While my head was ringing, it resumed its routine; I could only stand and watch. It finished its check, and then returned its attention to me, as though I were an afterthought. I could feel it take something from me, but I can’t remember what it was. And then, it left.
My guess is that it got whatever it wanted, because it hasn’t been back since.
Something is still wrong with my head. I can’t even seem to work up the power to speak. Should I even tell anyone? Is knowing somehow worse?
And what about all those times I heard that same sound - before I ever came to this awful place?
@Gorta has died! They were…
Void ReaverAt a glance, you aren’t that dangerous. You don’t dish out too much damage, but you sure as hell take a hit to kill. And after you die… one would learn to keep their distance.
Because of your threatening status, you are a Town 1-shot Tracker. Once during the game, at night, you may target a player. You will see who that player visits, if anybody.
You win when you eliminate the Mafia.