It is now dusk, I guess.
The hour hand struck 12, noon.
Black uniformed men poured out of HQ and began walking the streets, bearing rifles. They carried lists with names and photos of their fellow CSPD officers who had not reported into HQ.
They began by performing a door-to-door search, starting with the Residential District. Allowing them in was not a voluntary act. In most cases, objections quickly vanished when the rifles were noticed. In a few other cases, objections ended when the objector was beaten to a bloody pulp. Or shot.
If a derelict officer was found, he was given one, final chance: he was to prove his loyalty to the Fuhrer by executing another AWOL officer. If he refused, he was to be shot on the spot. A few stalwart souls chose the latter.
Short, small skirmishes broke out intermittently as the remaining CSPD officers retreated. Among them were their families and many patriotic minded civilians. Several businessmen loaded up their trucks with what weapons and supplies they could.
By 5 PM, the CSPD had vanished from the streets of Crossbell. All had either fled to Mishelam to join up with the Resistance, professed loyalty to the Fuhrer, or were lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
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The soldiers turned their attention towards the civilian population. New lists were passed out, bearing the names and photos of community figures, prominent businessmen, politicians and so on.
Professor Joachim Guenter was among the first civilians to be accosted. The officers found him fishing at the harbor, chewing bubblegum. The professor was well known to spend most of his days absent from the college, and no one really knew what he did with his meager amount of spare time, nor what he did with his copiously large salary. His political beliefs were also unknown.
The Fuhrer did not like unknown quantities.
When asked if he supported the Fuhrer, the professor chuckled.
“Mishy is the true leader of Crossbell!”
With the queue of suspects to be interrogated increasing, the officers decided to just move on.
Two days later, Joachim’s body washed up near the Lakelord family’s fishing shack, on the Eastern shore of Lake Elm.
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Vote count
- Bwonsamdi (7): Blood Fox #506, Graeham #656, Marack #660, Clarinet #768, Lora #803, CerealLord #810, Bwonsamdi #835
- Listo (1): Xanjori #451
With 13 players alive, it takes 7 votes to reach majority lynch.
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Bwonsamdi, playing Joachim Guenter, a vanilla townie, was lynched.
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It is now Night 2. Night will last for 24 hours, or end early if all night actions are submitted.
Last edited by Val the Moofia Boss; 2021-01-24 at 01:51 AM.
This is a bump.
Last edited by listo95; 2021-01-24 at 02:55 AM.
City Hall, Crossbell City
Samuel Rocksmith walked down the hallway towards the mayor’s office, escorted by men in black uniforms. As they approached, the men guarding the door opened it for the former president of the Calvard Republic.
Inside was the Fuhrer, sitting in the mayor’s chair. “I have been expecting you, Mr. Rocksmith!”
Rocksmith took off his hat and bowed in respect. “Thank you for allowing me to see you. I will get straight to the point: since the… “forceful change in administration”, Crossbell’s international relations have almost certainly soured. The Empire and the Republic do not like unstable neighbors and are unlikely to invade in a few days. I can act as a liaison between you and the Republic, and hopefully war will be avoided!”
The Fuhrer smiled. “Your thoughtfulness for the wellbeing of our country is appreciated! But we both know that neither the Empire nor the Republic will stand for Crossbell’s independence. They will accept nothing less than complete control. Any idea of ‘peace talks’ are fanciful.”
Rocksmith grimaced. “So… it is war then. How will you defend this city from the might of two superpowers invading at once?”
The Fuhrer smiled. “I would hope you get to stay and watch! It will be a spectacle to see. But, putting the future aside for a moment, how would you like to become my minister of Finance?”
Rocksmith blinked, and then registered what he had been asked. “Oh no sir, I have family back home in Calvard. I really must-”
*shank*
“That is most unfortunate” whispered the Fuhrer as he cleaned his blade.
MercyChan, playing Samuel Rocksmith, was stabbed through the heart.
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Ursula Road, south of Crossbell City,
Rufus Albarea briskly walked down Ursula Road. He hoped to take a boat to Mishelam and join up with the Resistance, but the harbor in the city had been locked down by the Fuhrer’s men. Rufus had no choice but to take the long way around Lake Elm on foot. He kept his hood up as he walked past other refugees, hoping no one would see his face.
As Rufus rounded a corner, and found a masked swordsman standing in the middle of the trail.
“Greetings, sinner.” said the masked swordsman.
“Erm, greetings.” said Rufus as he tried to walk around the masked swordsman.
“I will give you a moment to make your peace with the Goddess.” said the masked swordsman, moving to block Rufus’ path.
Rufus blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“The penalty for sin is death.” said the masked swordsman, drawing his tachi. He closed his eyes and then began whispering a prayer.
Rufus threw off his hood and looked at the masked swordsman dead on. “Look, I’m not the other guy! He’s an imposter! I don’t know why he has my face or has my voice, but I’m not him. I’m trying to STOP him! We can work togeth-”
The masked swordsman finished reciting his prayer, and opened his eyes. “Time is up.”
It happened in the blink of an eye. As the masked swordsman sheathed his tachi as Rufus’ decapitated body fell to the ground.
“May your soul find its way to the Goddess.”
CerealLord, playing Rufus Albarea, a survivor, was beheaded.
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Rolecards
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It is now Day 3!
With 10 players alive, it takes 6 to lynch.
Last edited by Val the Moofia Boss; 2021-01-24 at 03:40 AM.
so mercy looks like they were a VT
and cereal is a surv. So not a completely bad night for town.
That and our tracker is still alive
Well that explains my read on cereal. Thought they were scummy for pushing bwon based on foxs comment.
Yeah not a terrible night for town.
And Claws you hurt me by not giving me another gift.