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Final Fantasy WW
The sleepy town of Vahalla lies asleep at night with none sneaking anywhere not even a ra....well thats where our story starts not with a sneaking rat but with something equally treacherous. A sneaky mage named....err Mages.
"A long time ago in this valley there was a war that shook the foundations of our world" said the old Mage to the children around him. "Stored in the temple is a box that contains all the spirits of those that served and fought in the war we are never to open the box not ever." He said with a nod to himself, a vicious laughter burst from the crowd. "old man" they cried "your faerie tells are nothing but your whole life you have said that but never has anything come true or shown any proof." From the mouth of babes it is said truth would be said, the old Mages was dishearten and if truth be told his heart was broken, he was once respected and loved by his community for his games and his storys but alas he was alone now and nobody paid him any attention.
That night still in a broken hearted rage, Mages gathered his things up and marched himself to the temple. Sliding behind the security guards Damdred and Bob Dole as they trolled their way to happiness. Little did anyone know what would befall the whole village that night.
Suddenly a shriek was heard from deep within the temple, Damdred ever the watchful told Dole to stay put he would go check it out like a good supervisor would. As he walked into the room all he could see was red shadows about the room, and the poor Mages that he so loved was dead on the floor never to be heard from again.
With a roar Damdred turned to and fro looking for what could of done this. The hairs on the back of his neck were aflame as he turned all he could see were dark eyes of fire.
Dole missing his comedic buddy went to the room feeling a strange tingle in his chest. As he entered the room...he was met with dismay and happiness. His friend Mages was dead, and Damdred to (so now he didn't have to share the guard room). Next to Damdreds body was a quickly sprawled note. "The Spirits Are Free".
Early the next morning Dole called all the townspeople together and announced. "The legend of the box was true, Mages and Damdred are true. Mages in his broken heartedness released them upon us, in each of us resides a spirit now that is not our own. We must ferret out who did this and send them back to the box so we can be free again!"
Day One has begun, RIP Damdred and Mages
Elect a mayor and a lynch vote.
Rules are simple 48 hours or atleast 3/4 of the people vote. If you don't vote for two day cycles you die. In the way of a tie the mayor decides who dies.
Welcome to death.
"A long time ago in this valley there was a war that shook the foundations of our world" said the old Mage to the children around him. "Stored in the temple is a box that contains all the spirits of those that served and fought in the war we are never to open the box not ever." He said with a nod to himself, a vicious laughter burst from the crowd. "old man" they cried "your faerie tells are nothing but your whole life you have said that but never has anything come true or shown any proof." From the mouth of babes it is said truth would be said, the old Mages was dishearten and if truth be told his heart was broken, he was once respected and loved by his community for his games and his storys but alas he was alone now and nobody paid him any attention.
That night still in a broken hearted rage, Mages gathered his things up and marched himself to the temple. Sliding behind the security guards Damdred and Bob Dole as they trolled their way to happiness. Little did anyone know what would befall the whole village that night.
Suddenly a shriek was heard from deep within the temple, Damdred ever the watchful told Dole to stay put he would go check it out like a good supervisor would. As he walked into the room all he could see was red shadows about the room, and the poor Mages that he so loved was dead on the floor never to be heard from again.
With a roar Damdred turned to and fro looking for what could of done this. The hairs on the back of his neck were aflame as he turned all he could see were dark eyes of fire.
Dole missing his comedic buddy went to the room feeling a strange tingle in his chest. As he entered the room...he was met with dismay and happiness. His friend Mages was dead, and Damdred to (so now he didn't have to share the guard room). Next to Damdreds body was a quickly sprawled note. "The Spirits Are Free".
Early the next morning Dole called all the townspeople together and announced. "The legend of the box was true, Mages and Damdred are true. Mages in his broken heartedness released them upon us, in each of us resides a spirit now that is not our own. We must ferret out who did this and send them back to the box so we can be free again!"
Day One has begun, RIP Damdred and Mages
Elect a mayor and a lynch vote.
Rules are simple 48 hours or atleast 3/4 of the people vote. If you don't vote for two day cycles you die. In the way of a tie the mayor decides who dies.
Welcome to death.
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Zeal for mayor!
So are we lynching day one also?
I shall avenge Mages and Damdred, by Baldamir the Blessed I will.
He put far more effort into his election campaign
There must be a lynch every day?
Because...day one lololol
Might as well let him decide lol.
Death death death death
Better? :P