Count Vertical
Played by: Herm
Game: ATTWS V: Cirque de Joie
Alignment: Mafia
Role: The Ringleader
Death: Lynched on Night 7
Description: Count Vertical is a great man who appreciates great things, like vertical shaped art, towers and flag poles. His father, Horizontal, was a large man who lacked vision and died of a heart attack at age 57. Vertical was different from his father Horizontal, who only really cared about himself and digesting more and more food. Vertical wanted more, he was a man who always aspired to reach for the stars. Only, Vertical didn't actually want to become an astronaut and forsake his inherited title, so he just settled for taking the elevator up every tall building he came across. Once he inherited his father's wealth, the first thing Vertical tried to do was buy the Washington Monument from the US Government and rename it the Vertical Spear. Unsurprisingly, this failed miserably.

Fed up with life, Vertical fell in with a dark crowd, which eventually led him to some shady individuals going on about some kind of circus massacre. When asked to head the operation, Vertical didn't hesitate in accepting. He would finally make a name for himself, and fulfill his destiny for greatness.

Death

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I looked on as Caleb continued balancing on the ball, now on one foot. He taunted the circus goers as he did so. Ashley obnoxiously screamed to the group, pointing right at me and calling me an imposter. What was she talking about? I hate that bitch. In the corner of my eye, I saw as Butta Knyf looked down towards the ground. Something caught his eye, and he began to follow it. "Uh...excuse me young man!" Adrian shouted over the group. "Our greatest trick yet is about to begin!" But Butta Knyf ignored him and did a poor attempt at a crip walk straight out of the Big Top. What did he find? My curiosity was piqued. The rest of the group filed out, following behind him. I stayed at the back of the pack. We were led straight between two tents. Butta was bent down and lifted something up. It was Q's battered glasses. If they had lenses, they would surely be broken. Butta pointed at the trail of blood leading straight to them. That's when I realized where we were. The blood led to two tents. One was full of gadgets and tools. William's tent. I looked over at the other one and gulped. It was my own. I took a giant step backwards as the group parted and their heads turned to face me. "OH NO." I screamed out. It was the only thing I could think to say. I took another step back. "I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT SINCE DAY ONE, HE LEFT THE THREAD!! HE LEFT THE THREEEEEEEEADD!" Ashley shouted. What? What was she talking about? I saw many heads turn and look at Ashley in disgust and annoyance. They were tired of her antics. I knew I could capitalize, so I laid it all out on the table. "I can take Ashleigh out on a Vertical kill tonight. OH YES." I saw several circus goers shrug. "Not a bad trade really!" someone said. But the rest weren't happy. They approached me, arms outstretched and ready to grab me. There was only one thing left to do. I turned and ran. My long legs were no match for them. I sprinted across the mud back towards the Big Top. I looked through the large doors and saw Adrian and Caleb, waving me over. "Come now!" Come meet your fate!" What was with these guys? They found me. Pulled me from the darkness. Gave me a purpose. But now they were ready to end my life, just because I failed them? They would see me end up dead like the rest of their participants? I looked backwards. The crowd was closing in. I looked to the left and right. There was no safety out there in the darkness. No where to hide. "No where to go....but up." I eyed the Big Top before me. It was gorgeous. A tremendous structure. A work of art, really. Its highest point was taller than the nearby ferris wheel. The Big Top was the highest point at the entire circus. Then, I jumped. I flew through the air and landed six feet up, right on the base of the upwards slope of the tent. I clung to the canvas and yelled out a victory cry. "OH MY. Not today!" I rose to my feet and ran up the side. The slope got steeper and steeper, but I was in incredible physical form. This was no match for me. I looked behind me. The crowd slowed their run to a stop. Butta Knyf threw his bandanna into the mud out of frustration. That's when I reached the highest point. A metal flag pole stuck out from the center of the top point. A red and white flag blew gently in the wind. I put an arm against the pole and twirled around it in glee. I was safe up here. If I could wait out the rest of the night, they were completely unable to reach me. I was home free. "OH YES! OH YES!! You think you can stop me?" I screamed to the circus goers below. Rain began to fall down and wipe my white makeup away. "I am Count Vertical! This circus doesn't stop until I say it stops!" The rain was now hammering down on me. Water ran down the sides of the slope and poured on the miserable group below as thunder roared in the background. I stretched my hands outwards and began to laugh uncontrollably. The moon was high in the sky. To the pathetic lot below, I imagined them seeing my beautiful, vertical figure silhouetted against the full moon. I must have looked beautiful. Like a legend. Like a god. "OH YES...THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN, MY FRIENDS! THE NIGHT IS JUST BEGINNING!" I closed my eyes and looked upwards. The rain splashed onto my face. I felt reborn. Chancellor Vertical had a nice ring to it. I laughed manically and stretched my long arms outwards. "OH YES....OHHHH YE--" Count Vertical, The Ringleader (Mafia), has been lynched. Every night, you can select a member of your team to send out for a kill. You are also impervious to night attacks. You may also hand select any three players to join your mafia, the rest will be chosen for you. You must do this before Act I begins. And Then There Were 25. Count Vertical likely never felt the lighting. Standing at the highest point of the circus, holding onto a metal pole while soaked in water, was likely not the brightest idea. The bolt struck him square in the center of the forehead as he was opening his eyes. The powerful bolt sent electricity coursing through his elongated form. It crashed downwards quickly, carrying Count Vertical with it as it ripped another hole through the center of the Big Top. Count Vertical's corpse was thrust down into the center of the ring. The group poured into the Big Top once more, as Adrian and Caleb looked down at their ringleader's scorched body. "...a minor setback!" said Adrian as he coldly walked away. Caleb stood on one foot atop Count Vertical's crispy head, balancing the best he could.

Colonel Sanders
Played by: Boc
Game: ATTWS I: Devil's Island
Alignment: Mafia
Role: Silencer
Death: Lynched on Day 6
Description: Colonel Sanders is a 65 year old retired war veteran. He is slightly deranged due to the war, and is often found talking to himself. He's grumpy and old fashioned, but intelligent.

Death

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This was the end. 13 guests remained. They had lost six, but managed to kill three of the murderers. It was time to finish it. Colonel Sanders was surrounded. Everyone had bits of evidence against him and were finally putting them all together. These guests were finally prepared to fight back. Sanders pulled out a large blade and taunted his fellow guests. "C'mon you faggots. I eat shit like you for breakfast!" He slashed at a few of the guests and made them jump back. Uncle Greg jumped forth and managed to slice the Colonel's back. He arched it in pain and swung behind him hoping to catch someone. When he turned his back on Jenna, she landed a hard kick on the back of his legs. Mr. Wallace gave a surprisingly strong right hook and connected with his jaw. But it was the bitch slap from Leo that finally send the Colonel to the ground. He lay there and stared up at the group. "What is it? None of you wanna land the final blow? MAN UP!" He yelled. Marcus wheeled over. Sanders looked up at him. "Marcus...what are you doing?" "Ending this." Marcus said. He plunged a knife through Sanders' heart. Sanders stared up at Marcus and winced in pain. "Son..." he said, confused. Marcus dug the blade deeper. Moments later, Sanders was dead. Colonel Sanders, a murderer, was lynched on Day 6. Colonel Sanders is certified. He's a member of the group of killers on the island. As Sanders, you can't tolerate the sound of others voices. At night, you can sneak into a players room and sedate them. This prevents them from speaking (posting) at all the next day, which means they cannot lynch either. This ability can be used twice, and only on one person a night.

Gotta go with the best mafia of ATTWSV

the count

Vertical's death flavor was one of my favorites to write