Only nine remained. Brian, Henry, 317, Jackie, Nav, Rose, Shadow, Shawn, and TiB. The nine had grown to trust each other throughout the hunt for the dastardly final girls, but someone was lying. They had to be.

Accusations flew left and right once again. The group that trusted one another has been torn apart by paranoia and growing suspicions.

"What about him? Why not test out who he claims to be?" someone put forth.

The man in question was Nav, who strictly opposed the idea. "The thing about "testing my claim" is that it will LYNCH ME AND I WILL DIE."

Everyone shrugged. They had no problem with that.

Nav fled up the winding steps of the Amityville house as the group lunged towards him. He ran as fast as he could, eventually making his way to the attic.

The group wasn't far behind. They kicked open the door and stood in front of a cornered Nav, whose back was up against one of the Amityville house's large attic windows.

Someone produced a flamethrower. The same flamethrower Pinherm had used all those days ago. They pointed it straight towards him.

But Nav didn't flinch. He simply looked ahead with cold, dead eyes and an expressionless face.


The flamethrower shot a stream of fire outward, colliding with Nav and engulfing him entirely. He spun violently in circles and began to let out an inhuman scream. The group covered their ears the best they could as his blood curdling shriek filled the attic with noise and dread in equal measure.

Then, through the flames, the group watched him transform. His flesh tore apart as tendrils shot outwards. His limbs bent in unnatural directions. His face opened up down the middle, sprouting fangs and feelers.

Nav flung himself out the window, shattering the glass and sending him violently crashing to the ground. He landed with a loud thud as his twisted, mutilated corpse continued to burn.

The group looked down through the shattered window. Nav's crispy, charred corpse smoldered and sat motionless in the dirt.

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Nav, aka The Thing from The Thing, has been lynched. Played by: Nav Alignment: Third Party Role: Absorber Crash landing in a spacecraft within the icy fields of Antarctica 100,000 years ago, you were frozen in ice. However, in 1982, you were found by a team of American and Norwegian researchers. Later that evening, you burst from the ice and began a killing spree that has yet to end. In nature, you are an ambush predator -- isolating a potential victim or threat to consume and assume its form. One time during game, at night, you may choose another player. You will join with this player as a duo -- winning when you are the last two players alive in the game (or have achieved majority). The two of you will share a private forum. If you choose a non-Town aligned player, it will result in an attack on your life during that night phase instead. You are one-time bulletproof.

It is now Night Eleven. The night will end at 7:00 PM EST tomorrow or when all actions are submitted, it can open back up tonight if actions are sent in. Submit your actions to the Glen & Isaac account. If you do not wish to submit an action, please submit "NO ACTION" to us.