Ivana Veekoff
Played by: Abby
Game: ATTWS V: Cirque de Joie
Alignment: Mafia
Role: The Contortionist
Death: Lynched on Day 12
Description: Ivana is the daughter of Russian circus performers who died under mysterious circumstances shortly after Ivana ran away to join the Russian Vacation Federation. The bad economy hit the Russian tourist industry hard and Ivana now finds herself almost destitute after investing and losing all her money in Tsarbucks. So she has come back to the circus, the only place she ever really considered home, to try and resume her career as a Ball of Death motorcycle stunt rider. Or find a middle class American husband, because fuck the Ball of Death.

Death

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"I am Voyeur. Is stupid role." "I KNEW YOU WERE A SPY! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!" Rafi yell at me. That was when I met Margaret. She slapped side of my face. Murph towered over me, his beloved axe resting on shoulder, ready to swing again. Keith and Rafi picked me up by shoulders. The wrinkly old hag munched on a carrot and grinned. Reginald and Muriel pushed me along. "CLOWNS! YOU OUT THERE??" Rafi yell out. No answer. They have forsaken us it seem. They have forsaken me. The filthy American's dragged me across the mud. My hat feel from head. I watched as favorite hat sat in the mud while group dragged me to my fate. They bring me to the side of the great ferris wheel, still spinning. The body of Q sat in mud beside me. I felt rope placed around my neck. A noose. Da, the end had come. They ask me for my final words. I spat at ground. Spat at the feet of the Americans before me. That would be my final word for them. I twisted my neck behind me and saw Murph. He tied the other end of the rope over a ferris wheel compartment while it was level with ground. The compartment slowly made its way up the curve. As it did, the slack on the rope goes away. The rope goes taught. I am slowly lifted from my feet. I feel the burn in my neck and shortness of breath. This was no good. The compartment made its way up the curve, and I dangled below it. I claw at the rope, is useless. I try to reach up and climb into compartment, is too high. I neared highest point of the wheel, far off the ground. I looked over the entire circus. Half was in flames. It was a beautiful final sight. My vision begins to fade. Darkness takes over and my eyes slowly shut. "FOR--MOTHER RUSSIA!" I cough out to pigs below. Ivana, The Contortionist (MAFIA), has been lynched. Every night, you may choose to spy on a person. You may choose to track OR watch this person. And Then There Were Nine Ivana's corpse dangled from the highest compartment at the top of the ferris wheel. As it began its descent down the other side, her lifeless body swung along with it. She eventually lowered to the ground and was dragged through the mud before being lifted up off her feet once more, ready to begin another cycle.

NiceGuy Sanchez
Played by: Samm
Game: ATTWS III: FErst Class
Alignment: Town
Role: AIDS Patient
Death: Died Day 4
Description: Somehow, despite never having been with anyone at all, NiceGuy has contracted AIDS. NiceGuy just takes this as yet another sign that the universe is out to get him. In this case he may just be right.

Death

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"It seems to me... this one's different from the rest of the lynchings. There's no sign of a mob attack here. There was just a single person doling out justice this time..." "...I mean, that's just my theory, sir." --------------------------------------------------- "AYY MAN. LISTEN UP. DIS BE TREY'S TRAIN NOW, MANS. CHOO CHOO, MOTHAFUCKAS!" Trey proclaimed. "HAHAH, I KID MAN. DA VOODOO SPIRITS BE DA ONES GUIDIN' ME TODAY" Everyone backed up and raised their hands in the air as Trey waved the pistol around. Fearful for their own safety, the finger pointing quickly began. "KILL JOANNA!" "STEVE! KILL STEVE!" "NO IT'S BOBO!" As the madness continued, it was interrupted by NiceGuy's wheezing. His coughs got worse and worse, and he gradually fell to his knees. "I...I'm out of time." he said sadly. "Is there a doctor anywhere?!" someone screamed. Everyone looked at Lance. "I..I don't know what I'm doing!" he replied nervously "Don't look at me." Sebastian said shrugging. The group looked down at NiceGuy as his condition worsened. He lay down on his back and his eyes began to flutter. "No more..mister NiceGuyy" "Bo..bo..." he said. Bobo leaned closer to listen. "...fuck..you" With that, Sanchez perished. NiceGuy, TOWN AIDS Patient, has died. You have AIDS. You will die at the end of Day 4, unless the doctor targets you and heals you by then. Everyone looked down at the corpse sadly. They all felt ashamed. "If only...we listened sooner." said one.