[retract]

Then why do you do it?  I hadn't figured you to be the reckless, bloodthirsty sort myself.

Well... I have to vote for SOMEONE, don't I? I only do this because I lack any better suspects, and I highly doubt anyone will follow me anyway. Hopefully.

I have changed my mind, and I retract my vote for you. I'll save it for someone who actually needs to be hit by it.

Hm? So, irony is the sole reason why our priest should be the first to suffer an untimely end, mainly because of the profession which he has chosen? No, I do not think it is as simple as that.

Our maskmaker, for instance, would also be an ironic and humourous person to be a wolf. As his job is, of course, to create masks, it would not be unreasonable for a more... subconscious one to slowly take over. He may look the same as he always has, but a well-done mask can fool you into believing it is not fake. Just as Xion had always fooled me into believing he was a human, so great his skill was.

increpare, if I am wrong, please forgive me, for even if I am a judge I still do not feel right about voting without necessary knowledge. I do hope something will come up so that I can retract my statement for someone more suitable.

[INTASTIC!]

INTASTIC!

@ Xion: Sure, go ahead! I'm feeling a bit out of it from this one, but it was fun anyway. Just reserve me a place, awright?

[Gainsworthy]

The day draws to a close, known only because there is a giant clock that had been recently installed strikes eight-o-clock. After a quick tally, everyone turns on Gainsworthy, whose facial expression is along the lines of  . After that spine-chilling glare, he flees to the gun-shop (which has also just recently been materialized) and comes back out with an AK-47. Xotes, upon noticing this, instantly glares at him and the lights flicker out. When they come back on, Gainsworthy is lying on the ground with a crushed skull, so achieved by Annabelle, who is hefting a rather large blood-stained rock. She looks between all the other villagers and shrugs. (No mean feat, carrying said rock-of-doom)

"What? We reached a majority, didn't we?"

Gainsworthy was the Godfather.

Everyone heads topside for one last night of rest, relief having filled the air.
When morning comes, one last roll-call is held, and no one is found missing. Soon enough, the sounds of a massive (for so few people) party fills the air, Xotes watching from the building he had made his initial speech. He slowly starts to fade away.

"Well, guys, it was fun... I'll see ya next round!"

With that, he completely disappears...

HUMANS WIN!

Annabelle Kennedy was the Seer.

Teamquiggan was the Guardian Angel.

Generalvalter was a Human.

Gainsworthy was the Godfather. He was immune to role-detection and was allowed to execute two kills in one night, but could do so only once.

increpare was the Alpha Wolf. He had the same powers as Gainsworthy.

OH HELL YES! Never collected the cards myself, but I always liked card games like these in general. I PROUDLY ACCEPT THE LABEL I FORCE UPON MYSELF!

[chutup]

chutup, feeling fine and dandy, pulls out a shotgun and takes careful aim at Noyb, who is just staring ahead at his executioner, hands in pockets. With one blast, Noyb collapses to the ground, an eerie smile on his face the whole time.

Noyb was a Mafioso.

[robotacon]

robotacon, true to his word, pulls out a little glass bottle with several drops at the bottom. He goes to chutup's house, drags him back to the town square and uncorks the bottle. He then pours what remains in it on chutup's headshot, and almost instantly chutup is back and walking about.

[joshg, hroon, increpare]

The morning light slowly begins to dawn over the town, and once everyone gathered together another roll-call was kept. Amazingly, four people are missing, them being joshg, hroon, increpare and chutup. A mob is immediately formed and they start going to their respective houses one by one. Fist, they visit joshg's place. His door is broken down, and inside is his mangled (and faceless) corpse.

joshg was a Human.

Next, they head over to hroon's house, and it is the same as before, with the occupant disemboweled and his throat ripped out.

hroon was a Human.

Thirdly, they bust down increpare's door, and find his corpse on the floor with a bullet in his head. Oh, and there's also fur covering all of his skin.

increpare was the Alpha Wolf.

Lastly, they head over to chutup's home, door hanging open, and find his body slumped in a rocking-chair, a magazine at his side and a revolver in his hand.

chutup was the Vigilante.

With all of these murders having occurred, the mob immediately starts growing unruly until they return to the town square. It is a dark day indeed, and it may the Underground's last...

((So, yeah. Massive casualties!))

It's the latter. SOMEONE hasn't told me who they wanna see tonight. (Glare)

[Shinygerbil]

Nightfall has come (after about what seemed like a year of waiting) and the (unnamed) vote-tallier comes to a conclusion. Shinygerbil is the one with the most votes, and all who voted for him descend upon him and beat-eth him into-eth a bloody-eth pulp-eth. (Excuse ye olde english-eth.)

Shinygerbil was a Human.

Everyone heads topside yet again, and I can't be arsed to describe what happens so let us assume they all go to sleep.

(( It's now night, and you should know the drill. ))

I nominate myself.

Okay, of course I'm kidding. All I've done is mooch off of all the games you guys find without even posting a "HEY, THANKS!".

ROIGHT! :D

It is beginning to get dark out. You don't have much time left.

[jstckr]

Dawn breaks yet again, and once more the villagers stumble out and roll-call. Today, jstckr is missing, and the motley crew go over to his house. robotacon knocks down the door and is the first to head inside. Awaiting them was his mangled and de-skinned corpse on the floor. The group sets to leave, but increpare notices a suspicous note on the floor and grabs it. He begins to read it aloud.

"My friends, the pigs are coming for me as I write this. Those damn men-in-blue are knocking down the door right now. I know it's them because one of 'em said "come out with your hands up!" Tell 'Frankie' to nail their asses for me."

As it was fairly obvious that this was not the work of any police force (a fatal mistake on his part) it seems that jstckr was a mafioso.

After disposing of the corpse, everybody gathers underground yet again and accusations will soon fill the air...

(Day Three, START!)

Xotes facepalms and runs after cyber, before grabbing him and dragging him down the white path, grumbling to himself.

"Lousy mortals, always going the wrong damn ways..."

Take a right, second door on the left. Just be careful not to take a left, on your first turn though, or yer likely to end up in hell. Anyway, I'll just make it easy for ya.

He snaps his fingers, and a trail of white and black powder, respectively, lead to the specified areas.

Take the white path if ya wanna have a good afterlife, buddeh.

[cyber95]

The day has drawn to a close (not that anyone could tell, what with being underground and everything) and after a quick re-tally, cyber95 comes out with the most votes. With a curse and a flip-off, cyber95 seems to accept his fate, as joshg, chutup, hroon, Noyb and jstckr grab him, swing him to and fro and toss him down the death pit, ending with a fountain of blood spurting up and landing all over the five. Xotes re-materializes and shakes his head sadly, before snapping his fingers. Giant words appear on the ceiling.

cyber95 was a Human.

The villagers, grumbling about getting the wrong person, head back up top and retreat to their respective homes for the night.

The ghost of cyber95 materializes next to Xotes, who tips his hat in greetings and tosses the former human a ghost beer.

((Specials, ye know what to do. And you be gettin last words, cyber!))

Oh, the hours of my childhood I whittled away with this baby... I never did manage to beat it, though.

For quick clarification, the combat medic is a cross between the Vigilante and the Healer. He can vigilantize one poor fool once in the game, and revive a different poor fool, with both possible on the same day. He cannot, however, revive the person he kills by his vigilantizing.

[robotacon]

Suddenly, robotacon whips out a revolver and twirls it around, before setting his sights on an understandably terrified Terry. With one quick shot, a loud bang is heard and Terry slumps to the ground. Fur begins to cover his skin as he struggles to say his last words... (( That's your cue, Terry! ))

Terry was a werewolf!

robotacon returns to idly twirling his revolver, before checking his ammo and cursing. He holsters it and pulls out a helmet with a red cross insignia on it before strapping it on. He leans against a convienent nearby building.

"Well, carry on with the voting, friends."

robotacon is the Combat Medic.