A slew of ghosts entered the field, each as annoying and full of sin as the next.
“Blah, blah, deserve, blah, blah, I’m high.” the atrocious slobbering boobs drooled as they spoke, “Blah, blah, wow that was a really good insult Shawn, everyone is seriously impressed.”
Everyone agreed fervently with the monster, shaking their heads and acknowledging the fact that the one Shawn, had experienced a triumph of his own accord.. manhood. It had come at last.
After a slew of insignificant insults, random threats, the group came to a sullen consensus, FF was about as good to them dead as alive if he wasn’t going to be around.
“Seriously guys,” mocked Curtis in his pretentious Curtis manner, “Don’t be like, dumb.”
Everyone realized indeed, how dumb they were and joined instantly, one after the other, after the other beating down the helpless FF, a couple held him down, others beat him, but it was Nofo, clad in a golden light that delivered the last and final beat down.
“Yes,” whispered the voices in the background. “Just another one down.”
FF HAS DIED.
Name: Ood
Alignment:
Town
Role: Oracle
Background: The misunderstood servants with noodle faces and a bald head. They are intelligent and psychic, however no one really gives them the time of day. No one ever listens.
Role Description: Each night you may target someone, if you die, your current targets role will be revealed to everyone publicly.
NIGHT ONE HAS BEGUN. IT WILL END SUNDAY, DECEMBER 8TH, 11PM EST.
MAKE SURE TO SEND ME YOUR NIGHT ACTIONS.
