A buzz could be heard along the ashy fields of Trenzalore, just a small vibration along the surface of the ground. The fields hadn’t seen any living being for years, no centuries, and yet this small shaking seemed to call forward the potential that someone, somehow - was out there and waiting to arrive, waiting to come to their ultimate demise.

Trenzalore had a history of turmoil, plague, infestation, death - it’s soils were known for the battles that had rest upon them.

With a sudden pop, twenty-six people came to the fields, each with their own personalities and devastating histories, many had fought battles, some wars, some lifetimes of pain and suffering. All confused and unwary of what their ultimate purpose was in this arena of grey, they reluctantly moved forward, mumbling silently to break through the dreadful silence that hung over them all. There was a purpose, after all to their visit, there always was.

“Right then,” a voice whispered, a sonic frequency bursting through the air. “Let’s get started, shall we?” With that, the limp body of Roos fell from the sky, bloodied, beaten, and prodded.

“I’ve, we’ve had enough of your game now. It’s time to stop you all.” He whispered again. “I’ve never resorted to violence before, but it seems now that you pests won’t stop, I’m going to have to.”

Murmurs of agreement peek out from the shadows, companions alike agreeing harmoniously, now was the time to make a stand, now was the time to fight. In the fields of Trenzalore.

26 Players Remain

AlexIGuess
Angi
Animal
Ari
Boc
Buffy
Colby
Curtis
DD
Earthbound
FF
Greenday
im317
Justin
Matt
Mercator
Nobert
Nofo
Paco
Patrick
Rob
Shawn
Simp
Panda
Vic
Wikey

With 26 players, it takes 14 to lynch, plurality is in effect.

This round ends in 25 hours, meaning 11 PM EST tomorrow night.

Day One has now begun.

VERNON, TOWN VILLAGE IDIOT HAS DIED



Role Description: Die upon game starting. Once dead, must wait for next game and actually sign up during the 6 day long sign up process without assuming, because when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.

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.

NIGHT ONE HAS BEGUN. IT WILL END SUNDAY, DECEMBER 8TH, 11PM EST.
MAKE SURE TO SEND ME YOUR NIGHT ACTIONS.