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Fireflies dimmed, the night air grew cold.
Someone's life was going to mold.
Journal Entry #1
Spy
My abilities are sucky at best, but I'll have to watch out for any obvious targets the murderer might choose.
Hopefully the people here are smart enough to not reveal themselves. It would doom everyone but those who deserve it.
But then again... Do they deserve it?
It wasn't like they had a choice in what to do, after all.
I sure do sound cringe--especially when people are going to possibly read this in the future, but this Journal is meant to stick.
And hopefully not get moderated to the mud, hell and below.
But for now, I guess I'll be pulling from a magician's hat.
No one used an ability on Ghost Walker.
I find it ominous that, despite being a spy, this... thing automatically gives me the answers I seek from another chained soul.
The note book shut as soon as he wrote the last word, placing the weak piece of literature underneath his sleeping bag and exiting the tent.
Fireflies came to life, although they just hovered in the air like drones.
The air was given life, like it had been fed the soul that was lost the night before.
Darly gathered by the fire, adjusting his glasses and turning to scan the emerging crowd.
2..
4..
6..
8..
10.
A crowd of 10 swarmed the fire as well, chatting amongst themselves and ignoring the fact that 4 people were inherently missing.
Suddenly, a blue spiky-haired man wearing a jacket, black pants, and white shirt, spoke up.
"Yo! A lotta people ain't here!" everyone soon identified him as Clerance.
Darly assumed safety knowing someone took charge, yet also tried to identify if it was for good cause.
Ghost Walker cleared his throat, and everyone waited.
"What?", mild laughter answered, "bruv, I had something in my throat. I wasn't gonna say anything."
Clerance nodded, "Well... I've figured out that-"
A screen filled everyone's mind, photographic memory or not.
Stalf died from the murderer.
They were drowned in the lake.
Darly exhaled, matching most other's disgust even if it was false.
How merciless. A painful death, at that.
"Yeah! I think we figured that out now!" someone from the crowd called out.
Clerance rolled his eyes.
We found a Journal written by Stalf.
I'm sorry. I didn't want this.
Clown.
Please forgive me, I didn't want this.
No one said a word, not an expression changed. Darly remarked that it was professional to keep calm under the circumstances.
########### died by the Assassin.
They were hung in the old oak tree.
Darly furrowed his brows.
I don't remember the deaths being more gruesome than tripping on a thumbtack or something...
We found a Journal written by ###########.
sup yals and gals
twinnin wih Ems, so like, no muffin man and there's only 5 survivors
lol win for me or smth
Darly could spot Clerance's distaste, and for good reason. Two birds with one stone wasn't the best was to go around, and especially if Assassin decided to reveal themselves already.
Ems was killed by the Assassin.
They were poisoned and left to die.
It was horrific to have the role of twin.
To go to bed one night, and wake up in the middle choking on your own blood because your other got attacked.
We found a Journal written by Ems.
twin
Everyone could agree it was horrible.
Thereafter died by mysterious circumstances.
They were knocked unconscious.
Darly immediately became wary. The final death message was not normal.
Thereafter didn't leave the game, but how did they die?
There was no way it to be an error. The system in place was played too many times for a mistake such as that.
We found a Journal written by Thereafter.
survivor :/
After everyone got over being spoonfed the bitter truth of death, it all came to the first discussion.
Discuss who may be Evil.
35 seconds and counting.
Sprok42 spoke up, much to not anyone's surprise, "Well, I'm guessing no one has any info... And, it wouldn't be smart saying anything anyways."
"Hints or none, we're gonna be forced to vote someone anyways." Clerance added afterwards.
There was quiet.
"Well, who do we vote??" Niko had his hands on his hips, but was tense nonetheless.
No one moved, breathed, blinked or admitted.
"Well, whatever." Elizabeth grumbled, "just vote random at this point."
Some agreed, some didn't beg to differ, but definitely would have bargained a different fate.
The countdown ended.
Please submit a vote to eliminate a player.
Darly had no suspicions, obviously, but his gut began speaking before his mind did.
Sprok42. Asking for info, but wording it differently, in early round as well... Or maybe something about him is off other than his hairless features.
Despite his assumptions, Darly didn't vote. It felt easier to work with guilt when he knew that he didn't take part in voting for someone to die.
It was... Almost like murder. But more open.
Elizabeth had the most votes.
"Oh, COME ON!!"
The voice flickered away as darkness flashed in and out, Elizabeth disappearing alongside the light as it did.
We found a Journal written by Elizabeth.
psychic y'all
xXstarzXx is Good.
"What?? Seriously?? Why'd y'all vote her??" xXstarzXx called out, either out of grief or disgust.
"It wasn't like we'd know, alright? We're cooked, and no one knows if the savior is here." Sprok42 shrugged before walking back to a tent, probably sick of looking at everyone.
Darly felt the same way and simply nodded, "RIP.", before returning to his own Tent and immediately adding to his Journal.
Elizabeth = Dark psychic
Lied in her Journal, and perhaps swapped xXstarzXx clearance. No way to tell. Gotta wait.
He shut the Journal and rest it aside, turning in for the night.
The murderer snuck out at nigh to early morning, doing what had to be done.
In another tent, a strangled cry--yet, not from death--escaped other's ears at a failed attempt for the search of truth.