I don't know when the next game will be. Probably sometime in 2011. It will be posted here in advance ( Read more... )

I've added a few new roles to the Master Rules that I've discovered over the past year. Also note that there is a new variant for the LOVERS and DEVIL.

THE VILLAGE IDIOTThe IDIOT does not know they are the idiot. If the IDIOT gets lynched, it is revealed that he is in fact the IDIOT and the village realizes they screwed up and pardons the player ( Read more... )

"Yes I am the Serial Killer." gnatdbug announced.

A hushed silence surrounded the town square, everyone looking at the man who had killed so many people single handedly. And who had pretty much taken down the wolves.

The Mayor came out on his balcony, looking down at those few assembled, only five now from the original 29. He motioned, and several evilben ( Read more... )

Knock Knock. evilben answered the door. It was dark outside, but from the light streaming out he saw logophylia1 holding out a tray of cookies. "Thought you might like one." he said.

"What are you nuts? I know you're the witch!" evilben retorted. "I'm not eating anything you offer me ( Read more... )

The crowd argues on and on about who the Serial Killer is and ultimately decides on poor faymar. They surrounded her, and grabbed the noose, throwing it around a tree limb, and fitting it over her head. Pulling violently on the rope, she was lifted into the air, slowly choking to death, until her body twitched no more.

SUMMARY: faymar the VILLAGER is DEAD

Poll Sheriff - Take 3

You all know the drill now.

The townsfolk arrived in the morning to find lots of bodies in the center of town.

The crowd chanted slojae's name as it was almost unanimous. They turned on him, venom in their eyes. "Fine, fine. You found me out." he calmly said as his bones began popping, his jaw elongated, his eyes bulged, hair began to sprout out of skin, and razor sharm claws extended from his hands.

The wolf that was slojae sprung forth towards the crowd, teeth ( Read more... )

Poll Sheriff

Only live people with voting rights are allowed to vote. Please no one else. Thanks.

The clouds weren't as dark the next day as the townsfolk got up and gathered in the town square. The duck ran by waving a stick knocking giantlaser's head around the cobblestones. smurfetts_lamb's ghost glared at it, eyes bulging with water, but she was unable to touch the duck, and it knew it, occasionally flipping off her misty form with one feathered wing ( Read more... )