Posted May 13, 2016
Tonight the townsfolk leave the square just as the sun is setting. Everything seems a little more hopeful under the gorgeous pink and orange of the sunset.
The night is calm, the first in quite some time to be so. No winds, no storms, just stillness and cicadas.
The morning dawns cool and clear. The sunrise is golden, and there’s nary a cloud in the sky. It almost seems as though the events of the past few days haven’t happened. Well, except for the amorphous white figure muttering to itself while walking in a circle twenty feet in the air.
As the morning goes by however, someone’s absence becomes more and more conspicuous. Where is cristigale?
Eventually, worried for her safety after what happened to Bookwyrm, a small group of townsfolk go out to the small farmhouse where she lives alone. No one answers their knock, and they stand around debating for a while before deciding to break a window. Inside, everything is perfectly silent. There is no sign of a struggle, the bed isn’t slept in, her car is still parked in the driveway. Cristigale has simply disappeared.
cristigale is dead.
Saddened and quieted by this mysterious disappearance, the council reconvenes early today. Everyone wishes to get on with the business at hand. Also, everyone is secretly wondering if cristigale and HijacK will return in the same way as Bookwyrm did.
As the mayor calls the room to order, there is the same rushing noise and intangible breeze, and a second amorphous figure appears beside Bookwyrm. Bookwyrm waves a ghostly hand at the new figure, then returns to his pondering.
cristigale is now a Spectre.
However, the young scholar that was Lynched yesterday does not reappear. The reason? Who can say…
HijacK is gone.
The mayor rises.
”We are gathered together here for a third time. Apparently we haven’t killed all of the cultists yet, for I can only assume that cristigale was killed by them. What shall we do? Please, help me. This can’t go on much longer, this is a small town.”
The mayor resumes his seat, looking pleadingly out over the assembled folks.
At that moment, CSPVG rises from his chair and walks towards the door.
A chorus erupts behind his back, "Where are you going? Why are you leaving??"
He turns and surveys the room. "I'm going to Africa. Any questions?"
A stunned silence falls.
"Good. My evil twin, yogsloth, will be quite sufficient to take my place. Either that, or you can talk to my stuffed raccoon. Adios, amigos."
The door slams behind him.
Moments pass, as people digest this unexpected piece of information.
Then the door opens again and yogsloth enters the room, holding a stuffed raccoon under his arm.
"CSPVG sent me. What's all this about?"
CSPVG is being replaced by yogsloth.
I received the Night actions quickly. Therefore, the Day begins quickly.
It is now Day 3. You may post in this thread.
The deadline is Wednesday, May 18 at 20:00 EST.
The night is calm, the first in quite some time to be so. No winds, no storms, just stillness and cicadas.
The morning dawns cool and clear. The sunrise is golden, and there’s nary a cloud in the sky. It almost seems as though the events of the past few days haven’t happened. Well, except for the amorphous white figure muttering to itself while walking in a circle twenty feet in the air.
As the morning goes by however, someone’s absence becomes more and more conspicuous. Where is cristigale?
Eventually, worried for her safety after what happened to Bookwyrm, a small group of townsfolk go out to the small farmhouse where she lives alone. No one answers their knock, and they stand around debating for a while before deciding to break a window. Inside, everything is perfectly silent. There is no sign of a struggle, the bed isn’t slept in, her car is still parked in the driveway. Cristigale has simply disappeared.
cristigale is dead.
Saddened and quieted by this mysterious disappearance, the council reconvenes early today. Everyone wishes to get on with the business at hand. Also, everyone is secretly wondering if cristigale and HijacK will return in the same way as Bookwyrm did.
As the mayor calls the room to order, there is the same rushing noise and intangible breeze, and a second amorphous figure appears beside Bookwyrm. Bookwyrm waves a ghostly hand at the new figure, then returns to his pondering.
cristigale is now a Spectre.
However, the young scholar that was Lynched yesterday does not reappear. The reason? Who can say…
HijacK is gone.
The mayor rises.
”We are gathered together here for a third time. Apparently we haven’t killed all of the cultists yet, for I can only assume that cristigale was killed by them. What shall we do? Please, help me. This can’t go on much longer, this is a small town.”
The mayor resumes his seat, looking pleadingly out over the assembled folks.
At that moment, CSPVG rises from his chair and walks towards the door.
A chorus erupts behind his back, "Where are you going? Why are you leaving??"
He turns and surveys the room. "I'm going to Africa. Any questions?"
A stunned silence falls.
"Good. My evil twin, yogsloth, will be quite sufficient to take my place. Either that, or you can talk to my stuffed raccoon. Adios, amigos."
The door slams behind him.
Moments pass, as people digest this unexpected piece of information.
Then the door opens again and yogsloth enters the room, holding a stuffed raccoon under his arm.
"CSPVG sent me. What's all this about?"
CSPVG is being replaced by yogsloth.
I received the Night actions quickly. Therefore, the Day begins quickly.
It is now Day 3. You may post in this thread.
The deadline is Wednesday, May 18 at 20:00 EST.
Post edited May 13, 2016 by agentcarr16