NIGHT ZERO
The Boss, Tommy Two-Fingers would often opine after everything was said and done, was always a bit too quick to resort to violence and indefinite pronouns. Take for instance that Friday morning, the one that started the whole business.
“What in the hell is this?”, the Boss had demanded, slamming the morning paper down in front of Tommy more aggressively than Tommy thought appropriate. Tommy scanned the paper, but he couldn’t identify the problem. The Mets were still paying Bobby Bonilla; maybe that was the issue? Tommy jabbed both of his fingers at the headline and looked curiously at the Boss.
“Not that,” the Boss roared, flipping the paper over to reveal the text over the fold. “THIS.” Tommy took in the headline.
Mayor Dead
Popular civic leader shot 37 times, eviscerated, and burned.
Police suspect suicide.
Tony furrowed his unibrow in confusion. “But Boss… you said… you said to… take care of him.” Tony was struck with a horrible thought: perhaps the indefinite pronoun “him” had referred to someone other than the Mayor? But that, it seems, wasn’t the problem.
“I know,” the Boss continued. “But did you read it? Eviscerated, it said. Not just shot. Eviscerated. That means Werewolves, Tony. Werewolves!” Tony was actually a bit more curious about the mysterious fire, but the Boss would not be slowed. “What in the hell do they think they’re doing? The Vague Threats Agreement of 2014 clearly states that any settlement with a building more than four stories tall constitutes a city rather than a village, and is therefore our territory. The new firehouse on Maple is five stories high!”
“Well, yeah, Boss,” Tony ventured. “But one of those stories in an attic, so maybe according to the spirit of the agreement…”
“Shut your eat hole, Tony,” the Boss snapped, murdering a goldfish for emphasis. “They’re asking for it, so we’re going to give it to them.”
“Who’s ‘they,’ Boss?”
“THE WEREWOLVES, TONY. THAT’S WHO IS THEY.”
“What’s ‘it,’ Boss?”
The Boss took a slow, calming breath. “Call everybody… and I mean everybody. Get them down here. Tell them to bring crosses and garlic and shit.”
“I think that’s vampires, Boss…”
“SHUT IT, TONY, I AM ON A ROLL. Get them all down here. We’re going to war.”
**This is Night Zero. The game has officially begun, though no one has yet received role PMs and therefore no voting is permitted. You are, however, permitted to discuss the setup as you wish, if you wish. I will post the official player list in a subsequent post, and then bookmark that post and this one in my signature assuming I can figure out how to do that.
We expect to post a link to the open Role PMs this evening, and potentially to begin sending role PMs as early as tomorrow.
From this point forward, anything posted by any moderator in green text is considered official moderation, and is guaranteed to be true (as are all role reveals). Anything posted by any moderator in black text will be color text, and may contain misdirections and outright falsehoods and/or clues. **