You awake from a quiet night. Oddly you slept well John was
dead, you were sure he was a werewolf and could sleep easy. You of course…were
wrong.
As you reached the town square you see that Andrew Herrings
body was thrown about, like a Jackson Pollok painting. It appears someone did
not care for his brand of politics. A sharp intake of breath was had by all. I
Cant believe another villager is dead! You look around with hate in your eyes.
Someone will hang for this.
There are 9 villagers left and it is time to vote.
[ Let the accusations
flow. Those of you who are dead may accuse anyone and join the conversation.
However since you are dead, you do not get a vote]
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