The images had haunted him in his dreams and as the days crept on, haunted him into the night as well.
As the group of psychopaths retired for the evening, Kat decided to stay behind and take a stroll down the beach.
He needed to clear his head -- figure out what was going on in his head.
Along the beach, Kat couldn't help but feel eyes on him. From all around, she felt.. a presence.
So he ran.
All the way to the lighthouse on the shore, rushing inside and slamming the door behind him.
He rested his head against the wooden door, taking in a slow breath to calm himself down.
But a sound cut through the silence. The click of a television turning on, followed by the eerie sound of static. But it didn't last long.
The screen flickers to a video of well, seeing a figure crawl out of it and towards the edge of the television.
Kat knew what was coming for him before he could even move.
The figure began to crawl from the television screen out onto the floor before Kat, quickly scurrying across the floor and throwing himself onto him.
It didn't take long for the figure to dismember Kat, throwing his mangled body outside the lighthouse and onto the sand outside -- a horrified expression stuck on his face.
Spoiler
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Kat, aka Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs, has been killed.
Played by: Kat
Alignment: Town
Role: Vengeful
You are Hannibal, an extremely brilliant but psychopathic serial killer. You possess a very convoluted and impenetrable personality. Like many evil geniuses, you are impeccably cultured, appreciative, and sophisticated, despite your vicious tendencies. Rather than simply killing for fun, you kill those who exhibit poor taste or bad manners, fine taste and good manners being both an obsession and a compulsion to you.
If you are lynched, you will have the ability to kill one person who was on your lynch train. You must make your selection within one hour of your lynch. If you fail to make a selection, whoever you cast your vote against for the day will be killed instead.
For the past six nights, unbeknownst to everyone, the creature had snuck off at exactly midnight. This night was no different.
It crept down the beach until it reached the bottom of the bridge the group had bickered on earlier that day. What was left of Mittens' body had washed ashore, his twisted, severed arm jutted from the sand.
The Blob absorbed it. It stretched its translucent, acidic pink form over Mittens' arms and consumed it, allowing it to grow just a bit larger.
It wasn't much. It needed more.
It made its way back up the dock and saw a being sitting at the edge of it through the fog. Another victim. Perfect.
The Blob slowly wiggled its way down the pier and was ready to consume like it had done so many times before. It pounced on the figure.
...but it wasn't flesh. The Blob spat it out across the dock. It was a mannequin. It was a trap.
The trap sprung. A figure lunged out and tossed a molotov cocktail straight into the blob, scattering flames across it. Another molotov flung out, then another.
The Blob burned and dissolved hideously, its acidic form melting the dock as the entire pier caved downwards and sank into the sea below, taking what was rest of The Blob with it.
Spoiler
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Merc, aka The Blob from The Blob, has been killed.
Played by: Merc
Alignment: Town
Role: Consumer
You are The Blob, an entity which comes from a small meteorite which falls on Earth. As you are found in the woods, you begin to eat all that come across you -- growing in mass with each person that dares come close. You began rampaging the city, eating everyone in your path. Those who were lucky enough to survive tried to warn the populace about you, but they were heard too late when you finally revealed yourself, now with gigantic proportions.
Each night you will automatically visit any number of players. You will not be informed who you visited or what you did there.
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Each night you will automatically visit each player that dies that same night. This does nothing.
The two helicopters carrying the diminished group landed just outside the base. Wispy snow blew around due to the helicopter blades, obscuring the group's vision of the camp.
One by one, they followed a towline and entered Outpost 31. Glen and Isaac stood waiting for them, bundled in small winter coats.
"Welcome! Nice place right?" said Isaac.
"You know the drill." began Glen. "Get hunting....and trust no one. There's something about this place..."
Player List:
Ahoda
Brian
Henry
im317
Jackie
Mike
Nav
Rose
Shadow
Shawn
TiB
Timmah
Vern
Zach
It is now Day Eight. With 14 players alive it will take 8 votes to lynch. Plurality is always in effect. The day will end at 7:00 PM EST tomorrow.
Be sure to read the RULES thread before posting. ABSOLUTELY NO CHARACTER CLAIMING OR HINTING!
