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It's a quiet night in town, all the residents are holed up in their little houses, guarding their pathetic lives as best they know how. Mostly by pretending everything is fine and watching X Factor and I'm A Celebrity.... it would seem. Somewhere in the never ending recesses of the night, a chainsaw engine idly ticks over, the cold frosty air is suddenly broken by a piercing scream and then a gargling noise that is almost drowned out by the squelchy roar of a chainsaw cutting into flesh. In every other home across town, the townsfolk sink deeper into their armchairs, hoping it'll all go away, as they know by now anyone who is out at this time is bad news and it's surely too late to help anyone who makes a noise like that.
Meanwhile, a couple of townies hear some noises coming from Mr Russell's house. Although to a visitor to the town they may sound odd and haunting, the locals are used to it.
The next morning, the air is cold and bitter and the lights from the townspeople's houses pierce the dense mist that has settled. As everyone stirs, they notice that the lights in one person's house has not come on.
Bravely, someone pushes open the front door of the darkened house and tries the light switch in the hall. Nothing happens. The house remains in total darkness. It seems as though all the electrics in the house have fused.
Someone has brought a torch along, and starts to explore the house, but it's empty. Apart from the bedroom. Inside, the walls appear to have been in the process of being decorated with a red stippled effect, until you look up at the ceiling.
It appears Joans was in the process of installing a ceiling fan when he managed to wire it in backwards, electrocuting himself. And then for some reason it sliced him up into a fine mist all over the walls as well.
Joans was a Female Townie.
Someone notices Goddess Jasmine is missing. This is not so unusual, she only needs the company of her 67 cats these days but everyone makes their way to her little house on the edge of town, where the frost is stained red with bloody footprints. Gingerly, they open the door and peer over each others shoulders. Jasmine is sat in her chair, her head from the mouth up is missing, as if it has been crudely sliced off with a chainsaw. All around her, the bodies of her cats hang from the ceiling, pinned to tail of her favourite, Mr. Joansy-woo, is a note that reads: "The Boss does not find your silence golden. It's time to let the cat out of the bag". The note has an Italian accent.
Goddess Jasmine was a Female Townie.
When Mr Russell fails to turn up for the usual morning pint, a townie is concerned and kicks the door down to Mr Russell's house.
Wow. No one has ever set foot in Mr Russell's house, and now they know why. Upstairs it is like the house in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. There are decaying animals and bones everywhere, and what may be pieces of human remains in the bath. Clearly Mr Russell was one sick individual.
The townie, trying not to gag, opens another room to find Mr Russell hanging from the ceiling with an orange in his mouth and an Aldi carrier bag tied around his face. A note is found on a table near by. It reads: Sorry townies, I would rather die than go to prison. Forgive me. P.S. Joans, donate the money you owe me to Age Concern.
The townie shakes his head and said "suffer not ye Lidl children".
Mr Russell was a Serial Killer.
[playerlist]
Alarm
ApplePieOfDestiny
Curiosity
DavPaz
flis
kalmar
KovacsC
LaceSensor
Malc
Mr Kissyfur
nickachu
Runcle
sinister agent
Squirt
Wullie
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With 15 players alive, 8 votes are required for a lynch, and 11 nolynch votes are required to not lynch anybody.
Day over at 10am tomorrow (Wednesday).
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