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Curtis
First Place Dick
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| Post #1: 17th Dec 2014 6:07 PM | |
Stewie
Played by: Hupu
Game: ATTWS I: Devil's Island
Alignment: Town
Role: Watcher
Death: Lynched on Day 1
Description: Stewie is an 18 year old boy with special needs. He has about the mind of an 8 year old. He doesn't like to be touched and goes into fits of rage when he is. No one knows how he got onto the fairy or why he was sent to the island.
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The guests argued in the sheriff's bunker for the remainder of the day. It wasn't going anywhere. No one knew what to look for. These people were just ordinary schmucks, not brilliant detectives like Knives was.
Everyone looked around the room for a suspect. They laid eyes on Stewie, who was in the corner picking his nose. The guests looked around at each other and shrugged. They needed someone to blame. Why not him?
They approached Stewie and grabbed him by his superman cape.
Stewie: no no that iss the last think you wil wunt to do!
The group raised him onto their shoulders and carried him out the police bunker.
"No wait!" someone yelled. "We should go for bear instead!"
Someone slid the lockdown door open and tried to drag him out. Half of the group started pulling him outside of the bunker, while the other half tried to pull him back in. After a few moments, an alarm started going off and a red light blinked over and over. No one knew what was happening, but they were so hellbent on their game of tug of war with the retard. Suddenly, the lockdown door started to slowly close. Unfortunately for Stewie, the guests were still split, and so was he. The door slowly crunched through his bone and tissue until he was completely severed in half.
Stewie's upper half: no no this is thu wurst posibul think that cud hapin
Stewie was lynched by the town on Day 1. Unfortunately for them, their indecisiveness got an innocent man killed.
Stewie is slow, and worst of all lonely. Some nights, he enjoys watching people as they undress. As Stewie, you may act as a voyeur and watch one fellow guest each night. You will learn what actions were performed on the guest that you watched, but not who performed them.
"Oh well!" everyone exclaimed. They opened the door back up and finally left the sheriff's bunker. They shut the lights on Uncle Greg as he sat on his cot sining drinking songs to himself. |
Agnes
Played by: DD
Game: ATTWS III: FErst Class
Alignment: Town
Role: Interceptor
Death: Killed Night 13
Description: Agnes lived a quiet life, for awhile. Two children, middle class, white picket fence. The works. One day while away on a trip, her husband mysteriously died. He was old, but not that old. Agnes is certain that foul play was involved. At her husbands funeral, Agnes is passed an invitation. Inside is one first class ticket on the Wendigo express. Convinced it is related to her husband's untimely death, she accepts.
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I looked on at the fogged up window of the engine room as a stream of blood sprayed onto it. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion at this point. Even in the frigid cold, I could feel sweat pouring down my brow. It'd been years since I'd had to brandish my gun.
"Okay...let's do it." Swanson turned to me and said.
It was in that moment that I realized just how much my little Swanson had grown up during this investigation.
"After you rookie...you've earned it." I nodded.
Swanson gripped his service weapon tightly and pushed the door open. My stomach was in knots as I followed him in.
The first thing I saw was two bodies slumped down right next to the door. Bullet holes were littered all over their bodies.
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Bobo honked his nose nervously after seeing what he'd just done. Brock and Agnes shared worried glances as well. If Joanna wasn't the last killer then... who could it be?
"No. It can't be! There can't be a killer in our triangle of trust!" Agnes cried hysterically.
Brock shook his head somberly.
"It just doesn't add up, does it?"
Bobo eyed the two warily. It wasn't him...it had to be one of them. Had to be.
It was then that he felt several sharp pains in his torso. He looked down at his large belly and noticed blood fountaining out.
"bobo" he remarked sadly, as he collapsed on the ground in a heap.
Bobo, Town Doctor, has been killed.
Every night, you may choose someone to protect. They will be immune from night attacks. You cannot choose yourself and you cannot choose the same person on consecutive nights.
One figure stood in front of him with a smoking gun...
...it was Brock. James Brock.
He calmly pointed his pistol over at Agnes.
"I TRUSTED YOUUU!" Agnes cried.
"Well you can't blame me for your bad decisions." Brock said coldly, as he slid his finger onto the trigger and pulled.
Agnes slid down onto the floor with tears in her eyes. In her final moments, she thought of her dear husband.
"I'm sorry..... I couldn't find out what happened to you.... I failed you my love...." she muttered weakly.
Brock stood over her and smiled.
"Shut up you stupid bitch." he said as he pulled the trigger once more, this time shooting her straight through the head.
Agnes, Town Interceptor, has been killed.
Every night, you may select a player. You will block any actions directed at your target this night. You may not select the same person twice in a row. |
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JJ
Pig
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| Post #2: 17th Dec 2014 10:41 PM | |
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jks
HONK HONK
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| Post #3: 21st Dec 2014 2:35 PM | |
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Dame Sami Sue Johnson, OBE
Princess Samantha
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| Post #4: 21st Dec 2014 2:36 PM | |
Stewie seems like a cool dude but I gotta go with Agnes | | |
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