Ah. In that case, more power to you.
The criminals try to find a way to pass the time waiting for nightfall. Some play cards, some sit alone, others are nowhere to be found. In the heat of the afternoon, a knife flies out of the shadows, striking Stimulatus in the neck, hitting him right in an artery. Blood begins to spurt from his neck as he stumbles backwards, looking down at the knife sticking out of him in absolute horror. His body falls over a row of seats, and slumps on the ground in a pool of blood.
Silver walks out of the shadows, shaking her head. "Already? Some people are so impatient..." She leans down to check the body, and notices a few bottles on Stim. "Looks like he was nothing but a simple bootlegger, making alcoholic beverages in his cell toilet. Guess we'll never know what he intended to use them for." She takes a finger and runs it through the blood, and puts it to her lips.
"See you tonight, dearies" She giggles, and disappears back into nothingness.
ysil Wrote:"Ooh chocolate."
Yum.
9 PM NST? That's midnight over here! Anywho let me perform! *Starts to Michael Jackson dance*
Votes; So randomish.
So.... Stim was an inventor of some sort? Not the best Day 1 loss...
Or he could inebriate people to prevent role powers?
okamotosan18 Wrote:Or he could inebriate people to prevent role powers?
I support that theory. Alcohol may be tasty, but it is a good disabler
I support that theory. You can't do stuff when drunk, duh.
uh... when does night start around here?
wow. sorry missed that in the rules, a little later huh... thanks graph
Forte strolls in at the appointed hour alone, twirling his cane to entertain himself. He walks to the middle of the stage, looking down at the crowd that has amassed itself for execution. A spot light appears on him, illuminating him to the crowd. He places his hand on the brim of his top hat, looks around, and then frowns. He turns and yells off stage.
"You were right, they didn't pick anyone tonight!"
"I told you they wouldn't! You owe me a Coke!" Silver yells from the darkness.
"Bah, you degenerates let me down! I thought you would be thirsty for blood!" Forte scowls at the crowd, and the spotlight goes out, as well as the rest of the lights in the theater. "Oh well, have fun in the dark!"
A maniacal laugh fills the the air as night begins.