The villagers were full of euphoria! They had successfully lynched a wolf during just the second lynch! It was an excellent result, and they celebrated long into the night, drinking and dining and toasting to the impending victory they knew was coming, as they partied into the night! As some of them began to become slightly worse for wear, the wolves brought them crashing back down to Earth, striking silently and fearlessly to cause concern within the village.
Their target was carefully selected, and, although they knew he could be protected, they figured it was worth the risk. And, sure enough, whilst he watched over another, the wolves caught him off guard, bundling off into the river where he floated downstream and away from the village forever.
Silver is DEAD. He was an ANGEL.
But as the village came to terms with the loss of their self-appointed leader, better news was to come, as they all felt a presence amongst them.
A MUSE had chosen to copy Silver. He is now an ANGEL.
But the night was not finished yet. In amongst the chaos, one man had hidden himself away at the top of the church tower, figuring that it was the best place to watch the action unfold beneath him, as he surveyed the hustle and bustle beneath him. He breathed slowly, steadied himself and took aim. The sound of the gunshot rang out through the town, and the villagers stumbled over to find a corpse twitching horribly.
G. Arun is DEAD. He was a WOLF.
1 vote each, 1 to die. I am now away for a week, so will be updating sporadically from a canal boat in the Oxfordshire countryside! Have a good week chaps!
