The Blob was a lonely creature.

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.

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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. ------------ Each night you will automatically visit each player that dies that same night. This does nothing. Italic text hidden from player

Welcome to Outpost 31.




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!

Something about being in Outpost 31 drove the group to madness quickly. It did not take them long to string up their next suspected innocent girl.

That suspected girl was Wikey.

"Kat you shit! Listen everyone, I have the cursed tape." Wikey said as he stood before the group. No one was buying it. "Luckily this game won't extend beyond seven days, but still, the effects are going to get worse each day so..."

Wikey cleared his throat.

"...so I think it's time for another one of my essays, even if it's the last thing I do. Please take the time to listen..."


The group grew restless. Jackie cocked her double barreled shotgun and was ready to fire it off. Wikey began to speak.

Wikey

"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nulla vel nibh ante. Suspendisse a libero iaculis diam facilisis interdum vel euismod urna. Morbi a risus eget sem sodales aliquam ac et tellus. Maecenas commodo ante ipsum, nec molestie neque maximus eu. Donec malesuada dui et laoreet lacinia. Vestibulum vitae felis dictum, commodo ipsum at, ultricies elit. Suspendisse lobortis non ante vel ornare. Duis dictum scelerisque odio, id feugiat nibh posuere dictum. Morbi aliquet elit eget nibh facilisis, eget tempus erat facilisis. Sed imperdiet, massa in convallis semper, mauris urna lacinia libero, eget pulvinar quam sem nec tortor. Praesent auctor sapien nunc, eu efficitur neque ultricies vitae. Proin non urna condimentum sem ornare consequat ut a sem."

Jackie immediately skipped over listening and fired her shotgun off at his shoulder. Wikey hardly reacted as he continued to speak.

Wikey

"Vivamus nec rutrum enim, ac auctor sem. Integer venenatis nunc nec placerat elementum. Phasellus quis feugiat lorem. Aenean congue cursus metus. Orci varius natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Phasellus id gravida ipsum. Nullam commodo, mi eu sagittis malesuada, ipsum sapien sollicitudin magna, quis dictum dolor ex vel purus. Nulla accumsan, massa non pharetra dapibus, velit mi maximus tortor, in pellentesque ligula dui non tellus."

"Die GF!" Vern yelled as he jabbed a corkscrew into Wikey's knee cap. Wikey didn't flinch, he just kept talking.

Wikey

"Vestibulum metus lacus, lobortis sit amet commodo at, ultrices eget leo. Maecenas vehicula arcu ut nisl ultricies aliquam. Proin lacinia luctus dolor, eget laoreet justo vulputate vel. Vestibulum tempus ullamcorper erat eu elementum. Integer volutpat quam at sem eleifend vehicula. Proin tellus est, viverra eget vulputate nec, tincidunt nec augue. Maecenas sem neque, aliquam vel mauris sodales, blandit ultricies nulla. Integer vel neque vestibulum, lobortis ex elementum, gravida ipsum. Donec accumsan purus augue, nec vehicula urna maximus in. Quisque consectetur dapibus gravida. Cras sollicitudin ante ut ornare pulvinar."

"yea meh" said Shadow as he let a hatchet fly across the air, striking Wikey in his wrist and severing his hand clean off. But he remained undeterred.

Wikey

"Cras venenatis diam ut malesuada rhoncus. Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. Vivamus sit amet est faucibus, ultrices eros nec, hendrerit tellus. Donec commodo pharetra eros vel consequat. Aenean semper massa libero, vel consequat est placerat et. Nunc sed ex dui. Cras fermentum rhoncus eros, ut tincidunt urna semper sed. Nulla facilisi. In non porta tellus."

Wikey cleared his throat once more.

[quote=Wikey]"Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. Mauris a ex dictum nisl tristique congue. Sed dapibus ipsum eget augue cursus luctus. Praesent scelerisque, ex non sagittis rutrum, erat dolor consectetur nisi, at fringilla ipsum erat vitae neque. Morbi elementum tortor sit amet metus vestibulum auctor. Suspendisse ultricies nibh a tristique aliquam. Mauris laoreet finibus odio, in ornare nisl vestibulum ut. Sed volutpat est nisl, vel lacinia mi sodales ac. Sed at est pellentesque, luctus eros sed, bibendum quam. Nulla ultricies a libero ac laoreet. Duis eleifend est ut ullamcorper dignissim. Maecenas rutrum condimentum felis. Proin bibendum mauris vitae egestas imperdiet."

"You know what?" said Henry.

Wikey

"Fusce varius tortor id leo tincidunt lobortis. Proin congue nunc ut magna imperdiet gravida ut a tortor. Maecenas eget facilisis erat. Praesent ut sapien sit amet orci feugiat viverra. Fusce rutrum blandit quam, a bibendum purus placerat nec. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ut eros nibh. Nulla quis orci sodales, congue est eget, maximus lectus. Cras posuere quis libero quis interdum. Mauris aliquet vel dui efficitur euismod. Donec maximus vehicula lobortis. Maecenas facilisis lorem sit amet libero pretium fermentum. Fusce sagittis, ante ut euismod dapibus, orci urna sollicitudin erat, vitae dignissim dolor lorem nec erat. Vestibulum aliquam pulvinar erat ac placerat. Nam sed aliquam libero. Ut vehicula nulla semper, laoreet sem eleifend, imperdiet velit."

"I was once told that I am not spontanious enough." Henry continued.

Wikey

"Proin ac lacinia tortor, a vulputate ante. Maecenas ultricies sed sem sed sollicitudin. Cras auctor magna in enim facilisis sollicitudin. Vestibulum accumsan orci quis tortor tempus imperdiet. Integer cursus dui justo, ultrices pellentesque leo luctus vestibulum. Sed facilisis pretium sapien eu porta. Praesent mattis, dolor et pellentesque malesuada, nisl nulla pellentesque lectus, eget tincidunt massa sem eget arcu. Nunc tristique, erat vel pharetra finibus, tellus leo maximus justo, in rhoncus justo leo id mauris. Aenean sit amet scelerisque turpis. Donec sed egestas ligula. Vestibulum ut nisl ex. Ut nec tempus nisl."

"Well..."

Wikey

"Nulla convallis tincidunt orci in mattis. Nunc non orci scelerisque, tincidunt mi at, elementum enim. Nunc ut laoreet velit, ac porttitor odio. Mauris scelerisque semper lacus, vel laoreet purus ornare quis. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Suspendisse id nibh at augue rhoncus viverra. Proin sit amet laoreet mi. Etiam dapibus purus a dui bibendum, id blandit nunc fringilla. Sed ac ligula in quam porta mattis vel in libero. Ut sit amet accumsan mauris. Cras dictum, mauris non tincidunt mattis, quam elit convallis massa, ac dignissim urna ante vitae neque. Mauris vehicula vehicula ex, eleifend dictum quam."

"##lynch WIKEY"

Wikey

"Praesent placerat ipsum nec placerat malesuada. Pellentesque massa nulla, mollis id accumsan a, fermentum sagittis leo. Vestibulum bibendum nibh a turpis suscipit, vitae consectetur felis posuere. Nunc in nisl convallis, dignissim tortor non, consequat sem. Maecenas sed est in mauris pulvinar finibus mollis a nisi. Praesent libero ligula, pharetra quis rutrum eu, sollicitudin in massa. Etiam at tempus justo. Integer non ex finibus, malesuada turpis a, suscipit eros. Fusce congue elit ut nulla dignissim dictum. Etiam eu efficitur velit. Duis commodo libero vitae justo bibendum, ac molestie justo pellentesque. Phasellus placerat id sapien at molestie."

"HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW? HOW YOU LIKE ME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW?!?" Henry screamed out as he fired up a flamethrower and aimed it at Wikey. The flames shot outwards and scorched Wikey mid-speech, lighting him ablaze....


















































































































Wikey continued to drone on while entirely engulfed in flame.

Wikey

"Nunc vitae magna lectus. Nam scelerisque, est vel porta volutpat, lacus metus consectetur metus, tincidunt dapibus tellus dolor vitae ante. Morbi eget aliquam lectus, consequat volutpat lectus. Ut gravida sapien at maximus ornare. Maecenas pellentesque rutrum viverra. Aliquam iaculis lacus pretium erat pretium vulputate. Cras aliquam lectus tellus, sed lacinia velit faucibus non." "Integer suscipit tempor pharetra. Maecenas placerat condimentum metus vitae suscipit. Integer feugiat augue at magna sollicitudin tempor. Mauris sed eros in leo venenatis aliquam. Nunc ultrices nunc sapien, in placerat neque volutpat ac. Suspendisse pretium mauris nunc, sit amet gravida arcu faucibus at. Vivamus enim arcu, gravida non malesuada non, mollis ut libero. Curabitur tincidunt elementum mi ac tristique. Etiam pulvinar dolor leo, vitae elementum nunc accumsan semper. Aliquam mattis justo justo, id rutrum lectus dignissim vitae. Duis sagittis malesuada scelerisque. Duis nec malesuada arcu, non dictum magna. Maecenas imperdiet, neque id laoreet maximus, nunc eros ultrices mi, at auctor tellus enim ut purus." "Curabitur quis efficitur dolor, ac rutrum diam. Duis euismod orci at purus posuere lacinia. Ut vulputate bibendum dui sed sodales. Praesent euismod justo in nibh lobortis, ac tempus lorem faucibus. Curabitur in lacus egestas, aliquam tellus at, faucibus quam. Donec dignissim enim in lorem maximus, sit amet accumsan erat aliquet. Donec cursus, augue nec tempor efficitur, mi urna dictum ante, sit amet placerat metus arcu vitae nunc. Fusce in ligula eget lacus accumsan consequat. In lacinia vulputate purus et tempus. Aliquam erat volutpat. Cras vel elementum lorem. Ut venenatis, ante at consequat bibendum, arcu massa porttitor ex, id condimentum dui eros consectetur ipsum."

Finally, he crumbled down and fell into the snow, his essay permanently ended.

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Wikey, aka Gizmo from The Gremlins, has been lynched. Played by: Mike Alignment: Town Role: Rule Breaker You are Gizmo, an adorable, very kind Mogwai who is the pet of Billy Peltzer. You doesn't seem to have a single bit of evil within you unlike some of the other Mogwais. On several occasions, you have tried to warn people of the other Mogwai, and displayed many emotions while doing it. The only things you know is that you are never supposed to get wet, be in direct light, or eat after midnight. Each night you may choose to visit one player. Your goal is find players who will help you break all three of the Rules of the Mogwai. ------------- When you visit any of the following three characters, you will break a rule and receive the following effect: Get Wet: Visit [character redacted] [One-Time BP] Direct Light: Visit [character redacted] [Role now becomes useless] Eat After Midnight: Visit [character redacted] [Receive a daykill] Italic text hidden from player

It is now Night Eight. I would like to end the night TONIGHT at 9:00 PM EST if possible due to this early day. Please get all actions in as soon as you can, otherwise night likely won't end until late tomorrow afternoon after I'm home from work.

Submit your actions to the Glen & Isaac account. If you do not wish to submit an action, please submit "NO ACTION" to us.