With the death of three and the revelation of a more complicated evil, the town was thrusted into a tailspin of accusations by morning. Seemingly accurate reads were theorized to be false, but is that the case? Were there really aliens out there manipulating the way we think and do things? Are there hairy creatures out there looking to rip our faces off? And after all this, who can we really trust?

In the madness, a man pops his head in. "##lynch Nofo" he shouts.
"Seems a tad suspicious!" an observer says.
"Oh. ##lynch Matt (:"
"....scum!"

The quick back-pedal caused an angry mob to smash poor Boc's brains in against the town hall wall. As he slumped down dead, a group gathered to analyze their decision. Did they make the right call?