Themer
Chairman of Selectors
So we know that there's definitely a DV then.
The day passed in a hurry. He had always looked out for himself. His parents had died when he was young and he'd learnt from an early age to survive. His nonchalance with regards to his direction was betrayed by the town's existing fears. He had hoped to find new friends within the turmoil, but instead he was reunited with his family.
In death he would prove more useful than he'd ever been in life. The reward for his early demise was the potentially priceless comodity known as information. As the sun settled down to sleep, the town of Duckton now breathed into life. The pages of the story were still blank, the paper dry, but the ink was wet with anticipation.
Life had been tough. The money had never made it any easier. He had appreciated her on more than a few occassions, and in his employment she had served him well. Again he sent her out into the night, and again she found a payday.
His years of service had given him plenty of contacts. He began his investigations without haste.
He saw plenty of activity outside his target's residence, but nothing that he could make sense of. He was skilled at remaining unseen, but tonight was as fruitless as a bad harvest.
He had a plan, but in the end pleasure took precedent.
He was important to this town. People listened to him. His voice carried twice the weight of many of the other residents. His family had always had connections and he had inherited them. It was his vote that had secured the death of the loner. He knew he could be vital to the future of Duckton, that he could maintain the balance against mounting odds. During the security of day he was king, but with the absence of light he was just another pawn. He made his way out of the office blocks that contained the family business and prepared to head back to his riverside penthouse flat. He entered his personalised Ferrari Enzo and settled in for a thrilling ride home. His foot pressed down on the accelerator and the circuit was complete. He had been important to this town, his voice though was now silent.
Papa Smurf is dead. He was Double Voter - Town Aligned
God that was really quick. Can't understand what caused such a sudden lynch.
A survivor is not anti-town. He's just a different alignment who wins with either of the town or the mafia.
That was poor play from the town really.
puddleduck said:Life had been tough. The money had never made it any easier. He had appreciated her on more than a few occassions, and in his employment she had served him well. Again he sent her out into the night, and again she found a payday.
His years of service had given him plenty of contacts. He began his investigations without haste.
He saw plenty of activity outside his target's residence, but nothing that he could make sense of. He was skilled at remaining unseen, but tonight was as fruitless as a bad harvest.
He had a plan, but in the end pleasure took precedent.
Has he posted yet?
Easy to say when he was confirmed Survivor by the time you arrived. I'll make that lynch every time on Day 1 with very little other information.