[DAY VI☦]

DAY VI
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Dawn breaks upon the small town of Valkan. Morning mist envelops the town, making people and things shadowy figures in the early light. The town slowly, anxiously, wakes up. Moments pass, before people step out of their doors.

Only after a few moments does the town notice Noah by the statue of the angel, wrapped in a dirtied cloak, his calloused hands and worker's boots grimed with mud and dirt. He quickly makes the sign of the cross, kneeling in front of the statue, before whispering an impassioned and nervous prayer. Only then, does he turn and look over the people watching, standing up and nodding.

The crusader looks from person to person, staring into their eyes. The town looks back, in patient silence.

"I checked for you, today," Noah says, his voice calm and measured. "There was only one death last night. Veo has been lost to us -- his body turned to fine ash. The death of an innocent, by an innocent."

Noah unsheathes his blade, showing it to the crowd. It gleams in the daylight with a shine brighter than sun.

"None died last night from demons. There were no savage deaths -- no innocent was lost last night." Noah wanly smiles, as he drops the blade to the ground in front of him.

"Peanutbuttershoes once said... he was the salvation willed by God. He carried His Honor, and he shouldered His duty... he said he was God's prudence and passion, shield and sword, clemency and cruelty, mercy and wrath." Noah stares down at the blade, and as he watches, its gleam fades, its metal tarnishes, its edge dulls.

"I was once the Hand of God, my friends. I felt the burden of God's judgment upon me, the guilt of every life that I failed to save, of every death that could have been stopped. I was your shield and sword, your savior and protector..." Noah looks up from the ground, meeting the eyes of his friends and comrades.

"But no more of that. We have won today, my friends. Our fight is over. But our destinies are not. I am no longer any of that..."

The stranger throws off his cloak, revealing only his farmer's shirt, stained with sweat and dust. He smiles, as if a weight has been taken off of his shoulders.

"I'm just Noah."

The town smiles together, as they look up at clear skies for the first time in a long time.

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The game is over.

Congratulations, everyone!

Feel free to reveal your roles and share any fun things that happened with the rest of the group!

Thank you all so much for your participation! It wouldn't have been possible without any of you.

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Noah stands tall, his worn coat billowing out as the evening mists wash over him. An audible sharpness rings through the town square, as he unsheathes the blade, which gleams wickedly in the moonlight.

"You..." Franklin's Ghost sputters, as he backs up, staring at the blade. "I... no..."

Noah grits his teeth in determination, pushing away his trepidations and doubts, swallowing his guilt. God's mercy must be tempered by wrath, he tells himself... The blade is raised, higher, as he stabs it in the air towards Franklin. The man stumbles backwards, falling onto the ground, and closes his eyes in utter fear and sadness.

The blade stabs him quickly, effortlessly thrusting through his skull. Franklin's eyes are wide open, his mouth lolling, sputtering and choking on the pain... and then fire. Crimson fire jets from his eyes, as wrenches himself from the blade. He falls to the ground, writhing in pain, as the flames devour his body, his skin flashing into the scarlet blaze, his body convulsing and flailing in utter, horrific pain.

Noah stares in sadness, as the last fires die out, leaving only a blackened scorch upon the ground. Another comrade had been lost to the demons. He sheathes the blade -- always clean, always unstained. He can only stare at the scorch, in sadness.

The demon Franklin's Ghost has been slain.

The villagers shake their heads in sadness, as they head back to their homes for another tense night.

Even the victories are bittersweet, now.

NIGHT V

Player 3, your edit history betrays you. But nice try. 

Any other details you have about the game? Direction, mood, overall style?

Woah! This topic has been merged with the Game Name Clinic.

Right here!

Depends on if it's being used for reference, or just art appreciation. What do you guys think?

(God is growing anxious -- the game is near completion, yet discussion has stalled. Don't make him smite ya!)

Vancouver, Washington. Where I live, it's mostly suburbs, but it's still beautiful.

Woah! This topic has totally been moved to DevLogs.

Right here!

Gingy (mind if I call you Gingy?) you are a godsend. Thank you so much for doing all of this, man!

[DAY V5/7☦]

DAY V
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Valkan remains wreathed in dreary mist as the morning sun rises behind clouds, the town painted dull hues in the cloudy sunlight. People slowly shamble into the town square, where Noah tips his hat to them in solemn silence.

After the last of the sleepy trudge their way into the square, the count is taken -- and again, two are missing. Despite Noah's incredible progress in two days, demons still remain. Melancholy and weariness wash over the town, as they walk to the houses of the -- undeniably, now -- slain.

The first one not on the list is Alevice. As they open his door, they find the inside scorched black, walls seared with the hellfire that is characteristic of demons. The dark soot is scarred into the surroundings, and a struggle can clearly be noted in the main room, alongside the pitch-black scorch where Alevice surely died. A demon was slain here last night -- a demon who walked in Alevice's skin.

A few other men of the town tentatively push open the door to Glyph's house, and reel back as they see the horrific remains of Glyph -- there is an uncharacteristic brutality and savagery, even for the hellspawn. The torso has been entirely torn in half, split to the spine -- blood is sprayed everywhere, the heart gorged upon, the innards ravaged and strewn about the entire house. Walls are destroyed and barreled through, shelves thrown down and shattered, and the body of Glyph is torn apart and shredded. The demons who remain are angered at their losses, it seems.

The people close the doors sadly, and shake their heads as they rejoin the crowd in the town square. Noah stares over the crowd, careful to let no emotion reach his face. He glances down at his blade, before sighing and looking to his friends once more.

"God has given us blessing to strike down so many demons in two days. But his machinations have not ended... our journey, our duty, still must live on. Remain strong, my friends. Remain faithful! For the evil shall soon end, rest assured."

The crowd nods, in quiet piety, and returns to the tense proceedings of a town under siege.

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Alevice has died.
Glyph has died.

Happy birthday!

I see it has a threadless logo on the mockup... is it up for voting?

Firebreath, Windmill shuriken, decoy, teleportation, speed?

Went to my first city fair yesterday. Was really fun!  

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Also, thunderstorms. We don't get them here often.

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Garthy stares defiantly at Noah, his arms spread out, his face gritted into fierce determination and courage. Noah unsheathes the blade, in silence -- there shall be no speeches, not this time. Their eyes meet, both brazen with righteousness.

The blade tears from its sheath with a wicked sharpness, as a light washes over its metal, shining intensely with a holy light. The shadows and fog of dusk are burnt away by the light, and the blade lifts up, up, rising to meet Garthy's throat.

Garthy's eyes conspicuously avoid the blade, as he glares at Noah, a smile creeping across his face, a knowing acceptance -- this has always been his fate, and it was something he was always willing to accept.

Noah says nothing, as the blade is driven into Garthy's throat.

Fire erupts as the blade pierces through the other side. Burning blood slides along its length, excruciatingly slow. Garthy stares at the wound, before wrenching himself from the blade, spraying crimson fire-blood onto the ground, scorching it.

Noah stares in horror, as the un-Garthy demon laughs maniacally in crazed disbelief, a cackling from Hell. The demon tears into its skin, which flashes and pops and rips into charred grit, before falling to the ground, a heap of bones. The demon Garthy clutches its skull , digging its hands into its eyes, bellowing and screeching, a deep and chthonic catharsis and death-rattle, and the body explodes, an inferno spiraling into the sky, washing over the empty town square, burning the dark night red.

The demon Garthy has been slain.

NIGHT IV

(Searching houses... interesting. I will ponder it, eigenbom.

Also, if you haven't been active for a bit, I'd like you to speak up. Disciplinary action is something I'd prefer not to engage in. Thanks.)

[DAY IV4/7☦]

DAY IV
4/7
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The dawn breaks upon the town, who wake up tense, wary of whatever death the night has brought. The villagers shuffle into the center of the townsquare nervously. The usual position of Peanutbuttershoes is instead conspicuously empty, and Noah watches the crowd from outside it, as they take a count of heads.

"Jared, and Randomasta..." the one counting notes, and everyone looks hurriedly around, as their absence is confirmed. Noah shakes his head in sadness, and sighs as people in the crowd rush hurriedly to the homes of their friends.

The door of Jared is discovered blasted in, splinters and shards sprayed over the hallway leading into the house. Gouges and tears are scored into the walls of the hallway, with bestial force and savagery; and at the end of the hallway lies the ravaged corpse of Jared, barely recognizable. His torso has been torn open, his heart crushed, and blood paints the walls of his house. His face is contorted into a face of wretched pain and suffering -- his torso was torn open while he was alive, everyone present is sure.

The men walk back out with a bag holding his body, and solemnly set it in the center of the town.

Meanwhile, the door to Randomasta's house is discovered forced open, the door hanging askew on its broken hinges. A few men, with much trepidation, step into the living room of the small house -- and find a blackened scorch covering the ground, which was obviously writhing with pain and suffering in its death. Beyond that, there is no remnant of Randomasta, no body -- but the feeling of horror and doom descending in the room is enough to make clear his fate.

The citizens of the town congregate at the statue, and Noah stands up, clearing his throat.

"Friends," He starts, and looks over his friends and compatriots, men he has lived alongside, and could die for. The feeling sinks into him that there are traitors amongst them, wretched beings that wear the faces of his friends, that wrench the hearts of his beloved.

"Family," Noah chokes out, before closing his eyes, dispelling errant thoughts. "We must believe in God. He has given us his mercy, but also his challenges; he has given us strength, not to live in peace or luxury, but to live through difficulty and loss..." He opens his eyes, and stares up into the morning sky, the clear sky. "...I am no one special. I am but one lamb in his flock, one man he has given life from dust."

Noah stands taller, his arms uncrossing and his fists clenching at his sides.

"God envisions for us grand destinies and roles, but he has also bequeathed upon us free will; he has given us the the ability to shoulder upon yourself your duty, the choice to do what must be done. We each can work for the survival of our town; we each can protect the innocent and fight the demons that lie in our midst."

"God has given us the blessing of life, the duty to live! Let's not let him down!"

The crowd roars, as the fourth day begins.

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Jared C. has died.
Randomasta has died.

guys, I'm just good at picking up and speaking foreign languages, among other abilities.

Good with tongues, is that it?

(For the love of me, be PROMPT with your night actions this time. This game needs to make up for lost time!)