One of the remaining forty psychopaths chose his cabin and retired for the night. He shut the wooden door behind him and was sure to lock it.

He tried to sleep to no avail. He tossed and turned all night imagining the final women getting the best of him...again...

It was driving him mad.

He paced back and forth, ripping at his hair and frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. As he downed a flask of whiskey, the door behind him suddenly cracked.

An axe thrust itself into the exterior of the cabin door. Someone was breaking in.

The man jumped to the side of the door and tried to stay quiet as the axe repeatedly struck the door, widening the hole with each swing. Wood splintered off and flung wildly into the one room cabin.

Suddenly, the chopping stopped. The man listened closely as he heard heavy footsteps move away from his front door and off the porch. He gave it a few more seconds before curiosity got the better of him, forcing him to stand up and check outside.

He approached the gap in the door and apprehensively placed his head into the freshly made hole. He looked outside as he positioned his head in place and jokingly spoke softly to himself...

"Here'sssss Joh--"

Without warning, the axe struck downwards and made contact with Jack Torrance's forehead. He slumped downwards immediately, his body dangling against the door as the handle of the axe remained wedged into the gap in the door, holding him awkwardly in place and preventing his corpse from hitting the ground entirely. He was dead.

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DS, aka Jack Torrance from The Shining, has been killed. Played by: DS Alignment: Town Role: Detective You are Jack Torrance, a writer and a recovering alcoholic who lived with your wife Wendy and son Danny, who wielded a special psychic power known as "the Shining". You were put in charge of the Overlook Hotel, and during your time there, were influenced by a demon that controlled the entire Hotel and attempted to try to persuade you to kill your own family. Each night you will learn the name of one random role that visited you in the night.

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.

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.

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!