No way were they going to get to sleep, not with everything that's been happening.
They wondered if anyone at all was sleeping. Probably not, they thought.
They considered leaving their room to see if there was anyone around, when there was a small knock on the door.
"Are you awake?" someone whispered through the door.
"Yes," they replied, as they peered through the peephole.
They felt a sense of relief when they saw who it was.
They opened the door to let them in.
"Couldn't sleep either I see," they said to the person as they entered.
"No," said the visitor. "But I think I came up with a plan to get people out of here."
"Really?" they asked the visitor as they went to pour them both a drink.
"Yeah," the visitor replied. "It's really quite simple."
They turned around just in time to see the baseball bat coming for their head.
They leaped out of the way, rushing past the attacker before they could swing at them again and ran out the door, almost bumping into Michael Harris, who had just gotten in and was looking to discuss an idea for a television series with Dick.
Someone has survived an attack!
In the morning, everyone gathered in the dining area for breakfast.
One person eyed everyone suspiciously as they ate, knowing their attacker was in there somewhere.
This madness has to stop today, they thought to themselves.
It is now Day 3.
With 18 alive, it 10 takes to lynch.
Plurality is in effect.
Day will end at 7PM EST Thursday.
While everyone was finishing up their breakfast, someone stood up to make an announcement.
"I was attacked in my room last night. Luckily I escaped. I thought I knew who it was, but I was mistaken. That person knows who they are, and I will NOT rest until they are found. Show yourself!"
Rodney stepped forward.
Several gasps.
"Oh, no," he said. "It wasn't me. But I know who did it. It was Buffy!"
"Uh, no," Buffy countered.
"Uh, yeah," Cody joined in. "I saw you leaving your room!"
"There is no way," Buffy said.
"Are you sure?" Spin asked.
"Pretty sure I didn't leave my room," she answered.
"Can anyone confirm your story?" Timmah asked.
"I was in my room all night, drinking several glasses of wine," she defended.
"Alone?" asked TIB.
"Well, at first," Buffy replied.
"What does that mean?" asked Lamps. "Someone else was there?"
"Technically, no. But I was taking to someone through the walls."
"Who was it?" Farlig wanted to know.
"I'm pretty sure it was Dick Loudon," she answered.
"Impossible!" shouted Penner. "We all saw Dick Loudon die before our very eyes!"
They all circled around Buffy.
"Oh, just let me finish this glass."
They waited patiently while she sipped slowly.
Several minutes had passed. Five, ten, fifteen.
Buffy eyed them as she took her last sip.
If I'm fast enough, I can make it to the door before any of them catch me, she thought.
She made a break for it, but tripped over her feet as she started to run.
They held her on the ground, while Penner picked up the empty wine bottle and smashed it over her head.
She always knew one day that her drinking would be the death of her.
Buffy has died.
Spoiler
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Character
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You are Lucille Bluth, from Arrested Development.
The matriarch of the Bluth family, Lucille is extremely critical and manipulative of those around her and usually acts in a completely self-serving way. She is rarely seen without a drink in her hand, and as suggested by her husband, is responsible for the family company's morally suspect endeavors.
Alignment/Role
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Alignment: Mafia
Role: Godmother
As the Godmother, you will have final say over the Mafia's night actions. You are immune to all attacks, but may still be lynched. For any investigative roles, you will always appear as a Vanilla Townie.
Win Condition
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Win Condition: You win when all threats to the Mafia are eliminated and your faction makes up at least 50% of the remaining players.
It is now Night 3.
You have until 7pm EST Friday to submit your night actions.
If you're not planning to use them, please let me know.
