"I'm telling you, Hyper, these tacos are amazing," Swamped said, munching happily, seated at a table in the Brown Piercer Inn.
"I mean, they could probably use a little heat, but yeah, they're pretty good." Hyper replied, stuffing his face with taco meat.
kingkitty sat between them, watching them as they ate their meal, smiling. "I'm glad you guys could make it these past few nights. It gets lonely out here."
"Anytime, kitty. Especially if you keep making us these tacos!"
"Or bagels," Hyper interjected.
"Oh yes! Bagels too!" Swamped shouted, tortilla sticking to her cheek.
The door swung open and a shadowy figure entered the room, stumbling towards them.
"Ah, I think our next guest has arrived," kingkitty mused, walking towards the unknown individual. "Xam, is it? Please, come in."
The large man-baby wandered into the main room, sitting himself at the table with Hyper and Swamped. "What...what are you doing? He asked.
"We've been here chatting with kitty for the past few nights. He made us tacos!"
"Tacos?"
"From Taco Valley, he says. A magical place, filled with tacos, as far as the eye can see..."
Xam furrowed his brow, but as he was hungry from staggering around the town in a sleepy haze, he carefully took a bite. His eyes widened in surprise as the ground beef melted upon his tongue, and the crunchy corn tortilla turned to ambrosia in his gullet. The cheese, lettuce, and tomato, a melange of heaven in a single bite. Hurriedly, he crammed as much of the taco into his mouth as he could, asking for another before he even finished.
"Now, now, Xam. There will be plenty of tacos when we get to Taco Valley..." kingkitty stated, locking the front door behind him. The others didn't seem to notice, too fixated on their food.
"Ooh, can we go to Taco Valley? I want to be free of those wolves and feast on tacos until the end of my days!" Swamped cheered.
"I want to go too. People seem to like me more when I'm eating tacos, instead of talking all the fucking time." Hyper grinned, sorianly.
kingkitty raised his arms above his head, shouting, "Ohoho! Don't worry, you shall all be going to Taco Valley...in just a moment! KITTYLIFORS!!!!!" A plume of smoke surrounded kingkitty, and as it cleared, the figure that stood before them was a pale man-like individual, his nose missing, a tiny crown sitting atop his head.
Swamped screamed in horror. "Oh no! It's He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Belly-Rubbed-For-More-Than-Five-Seconds-Or-He-Will-Claw-The-Ever-Loving-Shit-Out-Of-You!"
Xam wheeled around, his lip quivering as he gazed at kingkitty's new form. "Please...please, just let us leave..."
kingkitty let out a deep belly laugh. "Oh no, my dears...I'm afraid you're going to die here." He pulled a wand from his tuxedo, pointing it in turn at each bit of wooden furniture or structure. "INCENDIO!" He screeched.
The Inn quickly caught aflame, the crackling inferno closing in on the three in front of him, trapped by the blaze. "But why, why us?" Hyper cried out, his eyebrows already incinerated.
"Hohoho...I was killed by a group of goody-two-shoes in lands afar. I learned of a resurrection spell, one that can only be cast by the sacrifice of three virgins such as yourselves. Then, I shall arise from the ashes, a Phoenix, anew! Mwahahahahahaha!" kingkitty raised his arms skyward as the flames came closer.
"Wait, virgins?" Swamped asked, confused.
"We aren't virgins," Hyper and Xam said simultaneously.
kingkitty's expression suddenly turned to one of anger as he turned on them. "WHAT?"
Swamped was the first to chime in. "Yeah, we had a nice Eiffel Tower a few days ago. It's boring here, so we get a little adventurous."
Xam stretched out his arm to kingkitty, showing him his palm. "See? My hand is STILL red from Hyper high-fiving it so much."
kingkitty felt the flames lick his tuxedo, the realization of his failure suddenly rushing over him. "No, this can't be! How could it be?"
He screamed to the heavens as the roof of the inn crashed upon the group of four, impaling each of them with rafters and bits of metal spikes that Bob the Tanner had installed in the roof for no reason whatsoever.
Oh, and Burb died too. Somewhere else. Oops.
Swamped, Hyperactivity, Xamtheking, Kingkitty, and Burbeting are dead!
kingkitty has met his win condition!
Welcome Swamped!
You are a Village-aligned, 3-shot, Macho Vigilante.
Youve had it. Theyve got to be cheating. There you were, about to finally make three-in-a-row in Nine Mens Morris, and those bastards somehow won AGAIN. Thats it, you cant take any more of this bullshit. You steal your fathers crossbow from his closet, tiptoeing through his bedroom during the night so as not to wake your father and your mother and her sister. Grabbing some bolts, you headed out into the town to take your revenge on those who had wronged you. Soon, you would be the fox. And they...they would be the geese...
Each Night, you may PM me the command Kill:<target>. Unfortunately, your sense of bravado means that you will refuse any protection from the other Villagers. Also, youve only saved three crossbow bolts, so make them count! You can also vote during the day as usual.
Villagers win when theyve eliminated all threats to the Village.
Welcome GreatLord Tiger Hyperactivity!
You are an Ordinary Villager.
You can vote!
Villagers win when theyve eliminated all threats to the Village.
Welcome Xamtheking!
You are a Village-aligned Sleepwalker.
Somnambulism, they called it. To you, however, it may as well have been called involuntary destruction of ones life. You still remember the look on your mothers face when she woke up next to you spooning her, and the look on the barkeeps face when you asked him sleepily for something called Irn Bru. You still have nightmares when he then kicked your ass and told you to stop making up words and swearing about his mother. Alienated and alone, it seems that your only contacts with others are the ones that you cant remember. Every night you go to bed, a knife by your bed, hoping that one day youll do the deed to yourself, unknowingly, blissfully asleep.
Each Night, you will automatically visit another player, chosen randomly. You will not be told which player. You can also vote during the day as usual.
Villagers win when theyve eliminated all threats to the Village.
Welcome, kingkitty!
You are a Neutral-aligned Gossip Arsonist.
Ever since your neighbor came by and told you that he won the Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch lottery and that you were the first person he'd told, you've been a huge fan of fire. The flames, hot and cozy, inviting and dangerous...it's like a warm blanket...that's on fire. But you have another passion: sharing. You want to share your love of fire with others. Nothing gets you going like the thought of you and your friends, immolated in a sea of flame, your screams a harmony of delight and agony. You sick fuck.
Each Day phase, you may PM me the command INVITE: <player> to invite a player to your gossip chat. Unless they are killed, they will remain a member of your gossip chat throughout the game.
ONE TIME per game, you may PM me the command COMBUST during the night to set yourself and your friends on fire, removing all of them, and yourself, from the game. Careful! If a player is bulletproof or otherwise immune to Night Kills or targeting, they will not count!
You win when you manage to kill 4 players, including yourself.
Welcome El Topo Burbeting!
You are a Village-aligned Voyeur.
God, would you look at that? The way she moves, the way they jiggle. Ohh, how youd love to be there in her arms, your face pressed up against that blessed bosom. Why is she even walking around her home in the nude? Isnt she worried about the eyes of prying strang-er, noble young gentlemen such as yourself? No matter, youd do anything for her. Wait, is she turning? Are you finally going to catch a glimpse of that beautiful face to match that simply amazing body? Oh God, you werent ready for this. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow while taking your shirt to clear the fog from the telescope. You press your eye to the lens once more, and you finally see...Roy? What the...fuck? You blink, thinking maybe youre going crazy. Nope, its Roy. Goddammit.
Whatever, you think. Hurry up and turn back around.
Each Night, you may PM me the command Voyeur: <target>. You will see any actions performed on your target, but not by whom. You can also vote during the day as usual.
Villagers win when theyve eliminated all threats to the Village.
Day 5 begins.
8 for Majority.
The current inhabitants and visitors of this Village
01 [m] CrimsonFist - New
04 [m] Lollipop Dave - New
05 [m] FluxWaveZ - New
06 [m] CzarTim
08 [m] RobotNinjaHornets - Replaced by Trigger
09 [m] ultron87
11 [f] StarSketch - Replaced by Sawneeks
12 [m] Septimus Prime
14 [m] Timeaisis
19 [m] Makai
20 [m] batsnacks
23 [m] Rats Off To Ya
28 [m] Boo Boo 'n - New
29 [m] Fireblend