Hi.

I choose to exercise my role. As some of you know, I have been visiting you guys at night saying I was a townie. Well once I came across four of you who were town, I received the option to kill our host and take over for him, so as you can all see, I am no longer a player in this game. I am your host. Bye Samm ttyn. Anywho the story!

"What.. what is this."

With a piercing snicker, a laugh was heard from across the room.

"Your time has come Ve.."

"ARGH I AM THE CRUSHER! I AM THE SUPREME GOD OF THIS TOWN"

"Hasta La Vista Bito!"

A gunshot was heard, followed by a cannon.

VERNAN HAS DIED

Name: Rory
Alignment: Town Troll
Role: The Crushed


Background: A random black thing that crawled out of the Earth in a wibbly wobby dimension. Known for having a hurt butt.
Role Description: Every night you may visit a mafia member, ask them why you aren't playing, and then have them laugh at you, drug you, and then return you to the town unknowingly for you to sleep during the day and leave the rest of the town alone.

DAY SIX HAS NOW BEGUN.

WITH 16 PLAYERS LEFT IT TAKES 9 TO LYNCH, PLURALITY.

AlexIGuess
Animal
Boc
Earthbound
Greenday
im317
Justin
Nobert
Paco
Patrick
Rob
Shawn
Simp
Panda
Vic
Wikey

IT WILL END TOMORROW NIGHT AT 1 AM