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[Xotes]

Well, there WOULD be evidence, if we had one of those fancy FORENSIC INVESTIGATORS on the scene. But it seems we don't. Huh. You might as well eat him, then.

SKALDICPOET, BACK TO YOU.

[Xion]

The sun begins to set.

The day will shortly come to a close.

[Inane]

_Alright, listen up you bastards, you think you know what we're facing here, but you have no idea. You're going around using the worst fukken logic I ever seen, haven't you ever read Dracula Versus Werewolves ^{(subtitle: Whoever wins we lose)}? THE WEREWOLVES STAY DOWN AND SHUT UP so I implore your dumb asses to pay attention to those hiding in the shadow, cuz' I sure as hell know I'm human and I know I don't wanna die because I'm TALKING and you guys think I'm crazy.
_{Since you're probably gonna kill me shortly anywaaay}, let me educate you a little bit, then: it's come to my attention we're NOT dealing with Vegetarian Werewolves but threats from entities from outerspace, furthermore, they have a crippling weakness, _{if we know their name}, we can kill them if 5 of us speak it out loud.

I, ^{last night}, learned their name, in fact, so before you lynch me, please please, 4 of you, repeat after me: Xenocisms! COME OUT!
And do hurry, I would like to be exonerated.

[Xotes]

Well, I guess there's no harm in trying.

AHEM. Xenocisms, COME OUT!

[rob]

Hey dude I'm not entirely sure I feel safe doing this. It could be a trick or something. And I don't want to subject myself to no tricks.

Beer anyone?

[Cheater‽]

Indeed, Xenocisms. Stop hiding!

[Xion]

As the townsfolk speak the word "Xenocisms", a wind begins to stir.

[frezned]

Hey! Xenocisms! What's up?

[frezned]

Also, I don't know if that counts as a retract-my-vote for Inane. I hope it does. He's finally actually defended himself. Yay Inane! <3

I'd also like to cast some suspicion towards Lucaz, provided that doesn't invalidate my calling out of Xenocisms. I do so according to Inane's logic; if anyone's suspiciously quiet, that guy is. Him and guise, but I'm suspicioning that guise is actually dead already or something!!

I know that changing my vote this late in the day isn't going to do much, but hey!! Every little bit counts!!!

[skaldicpoet9]

Well, I don't see how this could hurt anything and we surely need all the help we can get. *clears throat*

Xenocisms, come out!

And of course if this works I will retract my vote for Inane.

[Lucaz]

Frezned, I don't find your vote against outrageous or suspicious per se, but I find your actions since yesterday rather erratic. And adding to that your vote against me, I'll have to vote for you.

[Xion]

Day Tally
    - Inane - IIII I
    - Xenocisms - IIII
    - Frezned - I
    - rob - I
    - Bood_War - I
    - Lucaz - I
    - Xotes - I
    - Cheater - I
    - scaldicpoet9 - I

Nonvoters: Tanner, Renton, ninjutsu63, NitroCrate, PF


"Xenocisms!"

As the word is whispered, it spreads amongst the townsfolk tentatively, and then is spoken, and then declared. The wind picks up and sweeps through the town, rattling the church and homes.

The wind blows harshly for about five minutes before slowly stopping.

Of course sudden winds are, in fact, quite common in Castore - an almost daily occurrence.

Nothing happens.

"Why you lying little-" skaldicpoet9 grabs a pitchfork from a nearby hay bale and begins after Inane, infuriated.

Inane, realizing his failed plan, pleads:
"Th-th-there ^must not have been enough people saying it. Not enough PEOPLE not enough POWER, speak with _conviction. ^POTENCY of intent, DEl_iberation, CON^viction. _{They didn't BELIEVE it.} ^{Don't BELIEVE me...!}"

He flees from the charging skaldicpoet9 to Caio's corpse and rips off its dangling hand.

Then Inane runs to v21, imploring him: "Eat, eat, eat!"
He forces the hand into struggling v21's face.

Skaldic has caught up by now and raises the pitchfork in preparation...

"AUGH?"

Inane staggers, bleeding, from v21 and skaldicpoet9.

"He ^stabbed me!"

Inane collapses in the dust.

The townsfolk nod, thinking their duty done when a "damn, fellas" is heard from the church.

genericuser sits on the roof of the church. The celery once assumed to be him is nowhere in sight.

"Let me down?"

"genericuser, you're alive!"

"Of course I am. I'm far too pretty to die."


1: The Rentonator
2: The disGuise
3: The Sticky J [Lynched Day 1]
4: The Frez
5: The Poet of Skald
6: The User most Generic [Devegetated Day 2]
7: The Tanning Parlor
8: The Luke, as is.
9: The Cheat
10: The Kane of Jim
11: The 21st Version
12: The Cai...oh.[Throat Slit Night 1]
13: The Palest Fox
14: The Inane One [Pitchforked Day 2]
15: The War of Boods
16: The Robber
17: The Xote
18: The Broom
19: The Ninja
20: The Bin
21: The Explosive Barrel
22: The Xion [Face Stabbed Night 0]
23: The Master of Bobo [Cucumbered Night 0]

Night 2 BEGIN

[Xotes]

(( Uh, what happened, dudes?  ))

[Blademasterbobo]

((I had to leave for a week, and Xion melted his keyboard in what we'll refer to as an accident, so things are kinda screwy.))

((We'll have it sorted out tonight, I just need to have Xion tell me which PMs are already sent so I can finish it. It's just a string of bad coincidences, the game is still (hopefully) going to be finished.   ))

[Xion]

(Got a new, old keyboard. Things will be back on track presently.)