Why mourn? He might come back!
God, I love this game.
It’s got such a Last Rites of Jeff Myrtlebank feel to it.
On second thought. I thought that the Witch Doctor only could bless people killed at night. Our latest victim was a day lynch.
Hey, he might come back yearning for BRRRRAIIIIIIINS!!!
Only if the Vicar’s totally incompetent.
It’s never the same, though.
They come back all hungry for brains, you have to chain them up to the wall to watch TV with them…no fun at all. (Yes, I’ve been watching Shaun of the Dead too much.)
Maybe he was the Vicar!
OK, I know that technically that would make him a Vampire/vigilante/priest combination, but still, wouldn’t it be a cool role?
Looks like the blizzard is keeping most of the people from the bar.
Oh well more for us who can make it and it will keep us warm.
Here’s to OAOW:
If you’re town: Farewell, we’ll avenge you.
If you’re scum: Farewell and good riddance.
Dude: We lynched him, collectively. How do you mean to avenge him? By lynching more town?
Torturing the hamsters for taking a smoke break an hour before deadline?
Bumpxxor.
So who do you have to kill to get a drink around here?
:: waves from behind the bar ::
Who do you have to kill? Why Bruto: Barbarian Lord of Northumbria. He’s our bouncer.
Or you could can just pay. Either way works here at Cecil’s Tavern.
I’ll take anything you have that’s got rum in it.
waves from the Peanut Gallery
Hey, barkeep! Mind tossing a few beers up here? 
Stupid west coast time.
Can’t…stand the…waiting…
tension…building…
Spock!
Only a few more hours to wait.
And I got a shiny new user name as well.
Nothing yet? I’m getting the twitches.
I think we should start doing Jello shots.
The Villagers settle into their cottages. Were the events of the past Day over? Maybe culprit was taken care of and life could return to normal. A murder and justice done, neat and simple.
The bitter wind howled in the Night. At least, it might be the wind…
Alas, it was not to be. There was another brutal murder: amrussell was found dead between his back door and the outhouse, blood soaking in the leaves.
And, what’s this! Not one, but two tragedies: Fretful Porpentine does not rise for her bed. And a glance under the sheets reveals a gory mess.
This bodes ill…
amrussell and Fretful Porpentine are dead. The Day ends at Wednesday, noon Pacific Time.
Very interesting that amrussell was attacked… I suppose we can probably conclude from that he was telling the truth. Not that it matters, I suppose.
I would like to hear from our claimed coroner though… what say you?