So…time for a lynch and a drink? 
Ah, another fine Day in the stricken Town of Cecilwich. Things seem to be working out for the best. Clear direction from the alleged Town leaders indicated that one of CatInASuit or MHaye needs to be strung up. And so it was.
MHaye is dead.
Detailed examination of fluiddruid’s grave produced disconcerting evidence: yet another Wolf had Zombified. What bizarre fetish must the Necromancer have?
Finally someone noticed, from Drain Bead’s intricate mechanical clock sprung an interesting cuckoo, bearing a gear, a plumb and a screwdriver in the telltale configuration. She was a Freemason.
Night Four has begun. Sleep well.
Excellent, it’s night time.
Diomedes, get over here and open the bar.
Seeing as I doubt I will be back in here, first rounds on me. 
Has the countdown to 7 point letters started? Stay tuned!
And the Cecilwich Tavern is back open in business. While I wanted to serve some sort of very confused cocktail, The Management has determined we’re going with a special to celebrate our best customer that may not be with us much longer…
So, in honor of CatinaSuit, I present: The Necromancer! A shot apiece of Jagermeister, Rumpleminze and Sambuca, with an inch of fresh soil floated on top, served in a floating, flaming chalice!
Who wants the first?
Ewwwww, Sambuca? Blech!
I volunteer Blaster Master
[Ghostly voice]
Boy, I’m glad I’m dead. You can’t make me drink that stuff.
[/Ghostly voice]
Sure thing. I’ll drink to your Vigging tonight! Dio, can you hold the dirt please.
I’ll take the dirt over the Sambuca. Where is a pukey smiley when you need one?
The funny thing is, when you drink it, it’s not that at all. It’s a Bloody Mary
Awww… you had to go and ruin the suprise, didn’t you, Shadow?
It’s one of the advantages of being a Witch-Bartender. You can actually find uses for 'buca.
How about a…Maggot-rita? ::cackles a la the Crypt Keeper:: Because after all, we need to find uses for this te-KILL-ah!
Sorry, it’s nearly Halloween. Gotta make with the bad puns.
I think we’ve found our back-up barkeep when I become wormfood!
Cheeseburgerita, anyone?
Bump to keep the thread on page one.
Should I set up the karaoke machine?
NOOOOOOOO!
Hal Briston, you step away from that evil song box right now!
:::scrubs the hard drive of the karaoke machine of all traces of Air Supply:::
I have purpose!
…or should I say…porpoise? …no? Okay then.
The only time I’ll drink Rumpleminze is if I’ve been drinking and smoking all night and I need to make out with someone without geting a chance to brush my teeth. That stuff is stronger than Listerine.
Puts on Elton John:
Don’t you know I’m still standing
better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor,
feeling like a little kid
etc, etc, etc.