The figure had entered her hotel room only a few moments before -- only giving Vic a few moments to slip under his bed to avoid being detected.

The figure's feet stomped by the bed, causing Vic to move her hands up to cover her mouth in fear of what would happen had she made a noise.

But after a few more moments passed, the room had fallen silent. Dead silent.

Vic slowly crawled out from under the bed, looking around for the figure -- checking to make sure the coast was clear.

But before she could turn her head all the way to the side, a pitchfork came crashing into the floor near the side of her head.

A scream escaped her lips as she slips the rest of the way out from under the bed, turning to face the figure head on.

She desperately grabbed behind her, grabbing the first thing her hands landed on. A stray lamp on the nightstand.

She rips the cord from the wall and hurls it towards the figure, connecting it with his forearm as they reach up to guard their face.

But it isn't enough to deter them. The figure closes in and brings the flat side of the pitchfork down on the side of Vic's head once more, sending her sideways against the bed.

Her eyes glaze over for a moment, rolling onto her back and putting her hands up to try to fend off the figure as they stand over her.

But her hands do nothing. The figure drives the pitchfork down into her chest, driving it all the way through her and into the mattress.

Vic opens her mouth to let out a scream but all that comes out is a puddle of blood, bubbling out and down her chin.

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Vic, aka Ginny from Friday the 13th Part 2, has been killed. Played by: Vic Alignment: Mafia Role: Daykiller You are Ginny, an aspiring child psychologist. You were hired to be an assistant at the Packanack Lodge by your boyfriend, a facility located near Camp Crystal Lake. During the night, you and several other counselors on a final night on the town before coming home to find blood spattered on a bed. This descends into a night of terror while you watch Jason kill all of the counselors you had shown up at the camp with. You seem to have defeated Jason once and for all before he comes crashing through the window behind you, knocking you unconscious but keeping you alive. After your encounter with Jason, you were deemed to be mentally unfit and your claims of there being a shack in the woods where Jason lived went ignored, due to in part by the fact that searches for the shack yielded no results. One time throughout the course of the game, during a day, you may choose one player. That player will be killed anonymously in the thread as soon as you choose them.

The psychopaths gathered where they knew best -- the sewers of Derry, Maine. Going back to what they knew best -- hunting for the imposters among them.

Having received an onslaught of attacks just the day before, Helios knew he would be in trouble.

And he wasn't wrong. The group quickly closed in on him, brandishing their weapons and thrusting them in his direction.

Helios didn't pay them much mind, making lazy circles on what looked like a tricycle of sorts.

But it isn't long before he has to face them as they knock him off the tricycle, his body clattering against the ground.

"Come on, guys. Not everyone is an angel. I'll be a good guy.. Promise!" He says, though his eyes tell a different story.

The group quickly sees through his facade and do what they've always done before. Kill.

As they attack, Helios screams. But it isn't long before the scream turns into something less... human, almost.

You look down as Helios' eyes have turned black, his head falling to the side -- a very familiar mark on his skin showing just under his hair.

666.

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You are Damien from The Omen Played by: Helios Alignment: Third-Party Role: Serial Killer Due to your unholy heritage and your destiny as the Antichrist, you possessed several harmful and unholy abilities and weaknesses. You could cause machinery to break down and/or stop working, and could cause people to see horrific visions and develop aneurysms. You also have a vast information about virtually every known historical event. You can cause people to hallucinate others as someone else, and can also control some animals such as dogs and horses. Every night, you may submit the name of one player. You will then attempt to kill that player. You also are bulletproof and appear as innocent on investigative reports. Your goal is to be the last player standing.

It is now Night Four. The night will end at 9:00 PM EST tomorrow, ~23 hours from now. Submit your actions to the Glen & Isaac account. If you do not wish to submit an action, please submit "NO ACTION" to us.

As the psychopaths brutally attacked each other with various weapons, a figure creeped around the edge of the group.

They had their eyes set on one person standing off towards the side, reaching into their jacket and pulling out a gun.

As another brutal attack happened, the figure took the opportunity to fire a series of bullets towards their target.

The noise caught the attention of the psychopaths, turning in time to see the victim fall to his knees.

He began to shake for a moment, his appearance shifting between a few unfamiliar faces. Until it settled down on one that you knew all too well.

The Entity fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

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You are The Entity from It Follows Played by: Primate Alignment: Town Role: Parasite You are the Entity, created by the result of a curse through unknown means. A person who possesses your curse will be stalked endlessly by you until you kill them. The curse can be passed onto someone else by having sexual intercourse with the person, but if that individual is killed, you will revert back to stalking the previous target of the curse. You will always follow the latest victim to the curse and work your way backwards through the chain of victims in consecutive order. Only those who have been affected by your curse can see you even after having passed your curse on to a new victim. On night one you must choose a player to track. You will then automatically track whomever that player visited on the following night, and so on. If your current track target dies, you will go back to tracking the previous player in the chain.

Thread locked for an event.

The sound of wheels squeaking echoed through the streets as a figure made it's way through the dimly lit road.

A devious grin was plastered on her face as he pedaled casually through the night.

As he wheeled along the road, he finally came across a figure standing before him. His eyes widened quickly with glee as he approached them.

"You want to play a game?" The puppet asks, the unnerving smile on his lips staying put.

It wasn't until the figure moved forward on him that he began to feel worried, trying to pedal his feet backwards to send his small tricycle backwards.

But it was too late for Jigsaw. The trickster was about to get tricked.

Before the puppet could jump from his bike, the figure closed in on the puppet and grabbed him into their arms.

"You can't kill me! I make the rules, not you!" The puppet cries in their arms, trying to squirm free from their grasp.

But before he could say anymore, the puppet pops Jigsaw's head right off -- throwing it to the side of the road where it rolls a few times before stopping completely.

"Game over." the figure says before disappearing back into the night.

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You are Jigsaw from Saw Played by: Maddie Alignment: Town Role: Inventor You are John Kramer, known for building various elaborate death traps which often hold a symbolic representation of what you believe is a flaw in the person's life. These "games" you create often involve quick thinking, ethically difficult decisions, self mutilation, or in some cases putting the victim through psychological trauma. Your intention through these traps is to force your victims to prove that they are "worthy" and "deserving" to continue with their lives. Each night, you may use one of the following actions: One-Shot Tracker - Choose one player. You will be able to track their action for that night phase. One-Shot Watcher - Choose one player. You will be able to watch who visits them that night phase. Two-Lynch Day - Using this action will cause the next day phase to lynch the top two highest vote getters. Doctor - Choose one player. You will stop any attempts on their life during that night phase.

The sleepy town of Haddonfield, Illinois hardly stirred in the night. Its residents slept peacefully in their perfect suburban homes, blissfully unaware of the terror that just came home.

As all the trick-or-treaters retreated for the night, one small figure walked alone through the crisp air, crunching autumn leaves beneath his feet as he trudged down the sidewalk. He dragged a large, bloody burlap sack behind him.

The trick-or-treater, Sam, turned his attention to one house with its lights off and no candy left out for the children. For Sam, this would not do.

He walked up the walkway leading straight to the front door and clambered up the two steps leading to the porch. Sam dropped his sack of goodies by his feet, reached his hand up, and rang the doorbell.

BZZZZZZZ

No answer.

BZZZZZZZ

Nothing.

Sam impatiently reached his deformed hand upwards one last time, stretched his finger forward, and..

BANG!

A bullet zipped through the wooden front door, striking Sam clean through his burlap sack hood and splattering brain matter across the white porch. Sam's small form crumbled backwards and rolled down the two porch steps. He was dead.

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Patrick, aka Sam from The Trick r' Treat, has been killed. Played by: Patrick Alignment: Town Role: Trick or Treater You are Sam, appearing as a seemingly innocent masked trick-or-treater, you are revealed to be a demonic pumpkin-like creature who acts as the enforcer for the rules and traditions of Halloween, and are willing to do anything to make sure these rules are honored. Each night you may choose one player. You will visit this player and learn if they took a night action or not.

The 37 psychopaths had gathered together once again, eyes flicking between the group of them -- knowing very well not all of them belonged here.

Glen & Isaac strolled behind the group, walking in tandem as they peek into the group to survey the scene before them.

Weapons pointed back and forth amongst the crew, demanding to hear more information after the gun had fired off.

But the group quickly spun around at the sound of someone exclaiming behind them, turning to see Roland staring there.

Quickly his eyes grew in his head, looking like a deer in headlights for a moment. "WHY DOES THIS MOVE SO FAST?!" he calls out.

That was enough for the sickos, driving their various lethal weapons into Roland's chest, attempting to murder him.

Roland screamed. But the scream quickly became to grow in volume, reaching an almost unhuman sound coming out of his lips. It wasn't long before the group quickly backed away, watching the creature squirm and writhe to its demise.

"Well.. We'll try again tomorrow." Glen says with a shrug, turning around and heading away from the group with Isaac once again.

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You are The Xenomorph from Alien Played by: Roland Alignment: Town Role: Delayed Vigilante You are the Xenomorph, a hostile and parasitic extraterrestrial species that is known for your acidic blood, pharyngeal jaw, and biological life cycle -- in which your offspring are implanted inside living hosts before erupting violently from their chests. You are a predator with the goal of expanding your own species and killing or infecting any life you encounter. Each night you will choose one player. That player will die an hour into the next day phase

It is now Night Two. The night will end 24 hours from now. Submit your actions to the Glen & Isaac account. If you do not wish to submit an action, please submit "NO ACTION" to us.

The day continued as normal and saw the remaining maniacs arguing with one another. The sun slowly began to dip as a thick fog crept over the surface of Crystal Lake.

It was then that Kat stood and faced the group, clearing her throat to make an announcement.

"Just doing it 4 my people." she said softly as her eyes locked with Patrick's. Kat outstretched her arm revealing a small handgun. She pointed it square at Patrick's forehead and squeezed the trigger...

































































A puff of smoke lazily spat out of the barrel. But no bullet. No bang. The gun didn't fire.

Patrick's tightly shut eyes nervously opened. Kat looked at the gun awkwardly and shrugged.


Day is open

Welcome to Haddonfield, Illinois.




37 remained. Isaac and Glen whisked the remaining group away to the sleepy town of Haddonfield.

"Well, not quite one of the Final Girls but you got the next best thing!" Isaac spat. "There are 37 of you left. They're still among you. Find them!"



Player List:

Ahoda
Ari
Boc
Brian
Christian
Darkus
farlig
Havo
Helios
Henry
Herm
im317
JJ
Jackie
Jamie
KC
Kat
Kenny
Maddie
Merc
Mike
Mittens
Nav
Patrick
Porl
Primate
Roland
Rose
Shadow
Shawn
Sock
Spin
TiB
Timmah
Vern
Vic
Zach


It is now Day Two. With 37 players alive it will take 19 votes to lynch. Plurality is always in effect. The day will end in 24 hours.

Be sure to read the RULES thread before posting. ABSOLUTELY NO CHARACTER CLAIMING OR HINTING!

Half the party slept soundly.

Half the party stayed awake on edge.

But one man...one man braved the moonlit forest surrounding Crystal Lake. He lurked between the tall pines and called out into the unknown...

"Ohhh girrrrrlsssss, where are youuuu!" he yelled out into the crisp air. The quiet night didn't answer.

"C'mon you dunce...think....where are they.." he whispered to himself.

"Come to papa!" he tried. It did not work.

Suddenly, a branch snapped behind him. The man spun around and jutted his weapon forward, defensively.

"Ladies? Is that you?" he whispered loudly. Behind him, another snap. He spun his head once more.

"Listen up she-bitch! If you want some..."

He heard a figure running behind him straight towards him. He smirked and prepared to turn and fire.

"...come get some."

Ash Williams spun around to face his aggressor, chainsaw roaring and shotgun outstretched. He was fully prepared to vanquish evil as he had done so many times before.

But he was not so lucky. The figure was too fast. It skirted by him and sliced a blade across Ash' torso, tearing it open and spilling his innards onto the forest ground below.

Ash dropped down to his knees and held his liver in his hand. It looked just as bad as he had always assumed.

"Groovy." Ash muttered as he fell stomach first onto his roaring chainsaw hand, the blades of the saw tearing into his wound deeper and finishing the job.

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Zersch, aka Ash Williams from The Evil Dead, has been killed. Played by: Zersch Alignment: Mafia Role: The Final Guy You are Ash, known for being pretty much incompetent at everything except fighting the Evil Dead. You have been described as "a bad slow thinker and a good fast thinker". You know some degree of hand-to-hand combat techniques and show prowess with a variety of weapons in various situations. Your main strength seems to be your ingenuity: being able to create such things ranging from his chainsaw bracket and shotgun harness. Your experiences with the Necronomicon have left you cynical, irritable, and perhaps partially, if not completely, insane. You are an unknown member of the mafia. Each night you may choose one player. You will be told if they are a member of your team or not.

Throughout the night, the group stayed relatively quiet.

Except for one little guy -- Darting in and out of the trees. He was on a mission. A mission to find his treasure.

"Where is the pesky thing? 've been searchin' all night!" He asked himself, exasperated. As he skipped his way through the woods, his head twisted from side to side as he scanned the horizon.

That's when he saw it, gleaming in the moonlight.

"Me gold!" He exclaimed, rushing over towards the pot sitting in the middle of a clearing of trees.

He ran his hand through the gold pieces resting in the pot, grinning to himself as he does. "It sounds like me gold." He noted out loud, mostly to himself.

"It looks like me gold." He said as he tilted his head side to side, surveying the pieces as they glinted in the moonlight before he stuck his nose into the pot where he took a long whiff of the contents. "It smells like me gold."

The creepy grin on his face only grew wider as he picked up a single coin and brought it to his lips where he pressed a soft kiss to the side of it. "Mmm... it tastes like me gold."

"Me golden delicious gold!" He exclaimed a bit too loudly, masking the noise of a figure approaching behind him.

Without thinking twice, the Leprechaun leapt into the pot of gold and began to toss the coins everywhere -- enjoying himself.

For as long as he could, of course. He was so distracted by the joy he felt by finding his gold pot that he barely noticed the knife flying through the air until it lodged into his head -- killing him instantly as he slowly sank into the pile of coins.

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Lamps, aka Lubdan from Leprechaun, has been killed! Played by: Lamps Alignment: Town Role: Hider You are Lubdan, an extremely sadistic, aggressive, bloodthirsty and dangerous leprechaun who appears to crave mischief, death, destruction, chaos and gold. Your sadism is displayed by you usually making gruesome poetry while killing a victim. You are also murderously greedy and materialistic, holding your gold above everything else and is ultimately what sparks your murderous rampages that have taken the lives of so many. Every night, you will pick one person to hide behind. While you are hidden behind this person, you will be unable to be targeted by other roles. However, if you hide behind a member of the mafia, you will die. Likewise, if the person you hide behind is killed that night, you will die as well.