Artifical day breaks. Everyone gathers in the village square, the crowd quivering with nervous energy. Following their success yesterday, everyone seems to think the tide is turning. Perhaps today you can root out the undead amongst you? A headcount is taken, and two have fallen.
First, The Rev Owen is found hanging upside down in his house, his ankles lashed to a roof beam. His head and neck are covered in bite marks, and the blood has been allowed to run out of the wounds, covering his face and pooling on the floor. There is writing scratched into the drying blood:
"Drinky, drinky
Plinky, plinky
Blood drops on the floor.
Scary noises
Creepy voices
Is someone at the door?"
The good Reverend has been banging on all game about buying holy water, crucifixes, and preying to God. Surely you all know he is a
Priest? In his Bible, you find a note:
Quote:
"Forgive those that did this to me, despite them knowing exactly what they were doing. Please give Mr Pointy a good home. I think he likes Dimrill. Peace be with you all, townsfolk. Amen."
Runcle is missing, and the door to his large house is ajar. A strange, messy steak of goo leads to the dining room, where it appears the contents of the table have been swept to the floor. No-one sees the mess, though, because they are all looking at Runcle.
Or what's left of him.
The streak of goo ends at what is left of his face, the skin and flesh seemingly melted down to the bone. His eyes are congealed pools of foam inside the sockets, and his heart sits in his incisorless mouth. He is naked, and his chest is neatly stitched above his left breast where his heart has been removed. Stitched into Runcle's left hand is the number '60', and onto his stomach, the words "And then there was one: Lord Dimrill".
The villagers turn to Dimrill, but the Bluecup cries out - Runcle's heart, the heart in his mouth, is still beating! Pandemonium ensues, before Curiosity grabs a wooden stake from the table that has seemingly been left by the killer and plunges it into the heart.
A hissing, pathetic mewling wheezes from what is left of Runcle's lungs before he turns to dust, leaving a burn mark on the table.
As the villagers rush out in panic Zardoz trips over and breaks a small UV lamp - the kind used in hospitals to view x-rays. The casing smashes, and the batteries fall out. Picking himself up, Zardoz rushes after the others, slamming the heavy door behind him.
Runcle was a
Vampire.
[playerlist]
Bluecup
Craster
Curiosity
Dimrill
Grim...
Joans
kalmar
LaceSensor
Mr Chris
Mr Dave
Mr Russ
myoptika
Rodafowa
vegetables
Zardoz
[/playerlist]
With 15 players alive, 8 votes are required for a lynch and 11 votes for there to be no lynch.
Day IV will time out on
Saturday midday. Note that I may not be about very much tomorrow, in my absence both Grim... and Craster can do vote counts.
I would remind the Townies, particularly those fans of Vampire Mathematics, that it's a better win for them if they can stop the serial killer getting his five kills, and that the serial killer has to be dead for the Townies to win in any case.