Just because you are not a demon does not make you town. There is the possibility (which I believe someone else mentioned as well) that you are a godfather of some sort who can investigate as human. With others voting for you despite my investigation, I felt the cases against you had some merit which is why I would have been fine with you being lynched.
You really think Brewha’s case against me had merit?
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Good point.
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Read out of context, that’s a very odd statement.
INT – THE CABIN MAIN ROOM, NIGHT
*The surviving few sit variously around the room, all too paranoid to sleep – thirteen in all. The camera pans to each in turn: Mahaloth, upright and fussy, studying a pile of forms for the fiftieth time. He wrinkles his nose with distaste, glancing over at Oy!, distant and abstracted nearby, amidst a cloud of incense smoke. Pacing behind them, agitated, is Normal Phase. She moves past Drain Bead, who pushes her glasses up onto her forehead as she breaks from reading a huge tome. As the camera moves on we see the title: Demons of Central Michigan. Across from her sits Total Lost, also studying a book.
Now the camera pans past Texcat, carefully applying product to his hair for the fourth time tonight. brewha and USCDiver dutifully sit in a corner opposite, watching the small screen attached to the latter’s camera with resignation. Now the camera passes Natlaw and Hal Briston, sitting separate and alone, each muttering strange chants under their respective breaths. One chant seems to disturb Nanook, who sleeps drunkenly, face down on an end table. lilflower is last; he circles the room anxiously, looking for someone to assist. Finally, the camera comes to rest on Normal Phase.*
NORMAL PHASE
All right, if no one objects, I’m going to head upstairs and rummage through y’all’s stuff some more. Be back soon.
NATLAW
Unless anyone would like to try to MURDER HER IN THE NIGHT.
NORMAL PHASE
Thanks, there, Nat.
DRAIN BEAD
This is absurd. How long will this go on?
TEXCAT
Perhaps we’ll find out… after our next commercial break.
brewha rolls his eyes at Texcat
BREWHA
Shut it, Seacrest. And you’re short.
TEXCAT
Your mom is short!
OY!
No violence, please!
USCDIVER
Are you serious with that?
Nanook lifts his head.
NANOOK
I have something to say!
All look to him. He pauses… then belches mightily, goes back to sleep.
TOTAL LOST
Maybe they’ve all gone? The Demons, I mean? How would we ever know?
MAHALOTH
I could run another survey.
All groan.
LILFLOWER
I’ve had it; I’m leaving.
He exits the Cabin. As he does, there are murmurs of agreement and all rise and follow. Cut to
EXT – NEAR THE WOODCHIPPER, NIGHT
All have gathered to make the trek through the woods, in search of civilization.
TOTAL LOST
This is it!
Suddenly, there is a fearsome sound – the wood chipper, springing to infernal life once more.
DRAIN BEAD
Forget it. We have nothing for you!
NANOOK
(from behind the group)
Oh, I think you do.
They turn around. All signs of drunkenness have faded from Nanook’s visage. He is now dressed in a flowing black cloak, and his eyes burn red with unholy fire. He cackles.
NANOOK
Gaze now upon the instrument of your doom!
HAL BRISTON
Wait, where did you get the sorcerer’s cloak? Were you in my closet?!?
NANOOK
Gaze!
He gestures toward the woodchipper. Impossibly, it has begun to grow. Rudimentary legs emerge from its bottom. The fearsome blades stored within part, forming the ends of something approximating arms. Slowly, the woodchipper rises to its “feet,” groaning and steaming, its armored form covered in the blood and gore of a dozen dead men, women, demons, and aliens. It bellows. And then, at its top, we see – Hoopy Frood’s head, grisly beyond description but still essentially intact. It speaks in a voice that is simultaneously profoundly deep and horribly shrill.
HOOPY FROOD
Now we will be avenged! So long, and thanks for all the DEAD BODIES!!!
NANOOK
There, you see? You have unwittingly completed the sacrificial ritual that transforms the woodchipper into a giant demonic mecha of doom with Hoopy’s –
The sound of a gunshot. Nanook pitches forward in surprise, quite dead. Behind him stands Mrs. McGinty – Original Recipe Ash – holding a shotgun still smoking out of both barrels.
MRS. MCGINTY
God, shut up.
Deprived of the sorcery animating it, the mecha collapses under its own weight, into a pile of garbage.
Cut to
EXT – THE CABIN – THREE DAYS LATER – DAYLIGHT
*Police are everywhere. They escort the survivors out, one by one. All is well. The crowd recedes, and the area is once again silent. Slowly the camera tracks through the window of the cabin, through the remains of the living room, over toward the pedestal where the Necronomicon once sat.
The book now sits in its place once again – waiting for an eager reader.*
END
Congratulations Town! Town has won, as Nanook, the last remaining Scum player, has conceded.
Deadites and both Third Parties have lost.
Spoilers may be found at http://bladerunnergame.proboards99.com - I’ll open the relevant boards.
Thanks to all for playing!
I just want to point out that my posts on Nanook were in fact 100% totally accurate, down to the fact that he was the scum’s choice of recruit.
Oh, and congrats Town, though there probably hasn’t been as lucky a Town in living memory.
Huzzah!
For the record, I conceded because my life has gone to shit in the last two weeks give or take, combined with the just ridiculous way this game has gone. The topper was getting hit by a semi on the freeway on Saturday. (Everyone is fine, except for my car.) There’s no way I was going to be able to spend any time on the game, and the hill I had to climb was kinda silly.
Yikes! I hope you end up with some nice wheels without too much of an insurance headache when all is said and done, Nanook.
Thanks for the game, Story!
Nanook, that’s not good. 
Glad you survived the collision unharmed.
Personally, I think you were in an untenable position anyway, given the number of mislynches you needed. We were in the same position in EDI, so I know how you feel.
Hope everything gets sorted out smoothly.
Well done, town. Although this is yet another game where I cannot claim to have furthered town’s win condition. Trying to play Mafia at a less-than-intense level is really not fun. I need to go back to being super chatty and tin-foil-hatted!!
Bummer to hear that, Nanook. I would not have blamed you for conceding at that point even based on in-game stuff.
Wow, that coulda drug on for quite some time. Nanook wasn’t on my radar- at all.
Do I need to sign up for an account to be spoiled? I’ve already got too many usernames/passwords to keep track of!
Yay town! Sorry about your car, Nanook. With 12 townies left, you might have needed a few miracles to pull this game out, though.
I would nominate **Tom Scud **for town MVP if he had been town. 
He personally killed 2 scum for us and had picked OAOW and Nanook out as the other two just before his lynch.
Sorry to hear about the bad luck Nanook, hope everything works out for you.
Wauw - I’d never have guess Nanook was the last scum.
In fact I think most of the scum/PFKs played a really great game.
Town got lucky - still - it’s nice to win 
Sorry to hear about the RL-issues and the car, Nanook - hope things turn out better soon. But good to hear no one was harmed in the accident!
The color was great, Story - and I can’t wait to read spoilers and learn how wrong I was yet again!!!
Every time I read spoilers, I swear I’ll do better next game.
Hope is a wonderful thing, right?
For anybody following me in the forbidden thread, the reason that I was certain that lilflower was lying was that she claimed a role that was basically identical to mine, only much weaker.
Woohoo! Way to go Town!
He was the recruit? Awesome-sauce.
I have to say your post accusing him was really good, one of the few things I managed to absorb over the past few weeks. I definitely would have followed up on it had the game continued, etc.
Also, your posts surrounding your death were fantabulous. Thanks for the fun, Tom.
Congrats to the Town and thank you Storyteller!
Oh and yeah – we did get really ridiculously lucky. 
I don’t blame you a bit – good luck with the insurance and all, and I’m glad you’re OK.