I will vote for francis.
And then lynch zeph (unless he reads Harkovast…yes, I've resorted to blackmail!)

You know what I dont hate? Harkovast.

Hooray! Now go read it!

A vote for me is a vote for undependability and an untimely failure.

I promise to personally lynch Maru if anyone votes for me! I will also continue to re…SQUIRREL!

Kroatz
I promise to personally lynch Maru if anyone votes for me!

But why? What did I do?

O: Yeah. Why kill Maru? I don't quite understand the crazy logic behind it.

It's Kroatz, Kroatz never uses any logic. He just randomly kills people and hopes it's a bad person. Hell, he told people to kill Maru before the game even started!

Yeah, Kroatz is a bit of an ass, just ignore him. Oh and to the general populas, seeing as how I've only got a precious few people complying with my requests to turn in your stereotypes, I've been forced to re-roll them. Dn't worry, this won't change your role, and if you don't get a PQ from me, then you have no stereotype.

Also, “I Am The 1337 Master”, for some reason has something against Rokulily, about every game we play. It seems that these guys are trying to kill off the only sane people in the game, which happen to also be the only girls here. Does that mean something, like girls are more mature? Nah! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shoot a Nazi in the face, and then run screaming into a shoe store and order a cheese burger with curly fries. Now go read Harkovast! the Mettaur Mayoral campaign is sponsered by Harkovast the web-comic, now go read it!

Killing off the competent players is the norm. They usually end up being the biggest risk to the mafia.

However in recruiting game, the competent players often become the prime suspects, since they tend to be recruited first.

KILL Mettaur then…
Jeesh… Can't a guy just be illogical nowadays?
If anyone I would have thought Harkovast would have understood…
BTW: zombies, don't eat me. I'm on a diet!

maru

Kroatz
I promise to personally lynch Maru if anyone votes for me!

But why? What did I do?

You don't have a sign.

jninjashadow
Yeah, Kroatz is a bit of an ass, just ignore him. Oh and to the general populas, seeing as how I've only got a precious few people complying with my requests to turn in your stereotypes, I've been forced to re-roll them. Dn't worry, this won't change your role, and if you don't get a PQ from me, then you have no stereotype.

Since when am I an ass? You're an ass! You and your zombie-being ways… :)

Francis

Francis is one cool name. Like Eugene.

And Maurice.



And Susan.

Ok, Now I'm being an ass.

Kroatz
Since when am I an ass? You're an ass! You and your zombie-being ways…

I… just… hold… WHO TOLD YOU?!?

Kroatz
Francis is one cool name. Like Eugene.

And Maurice.



And Susan.

Ok, Now I'm being an ass.

Oh… my mistake… carry on sir.

Hey! I have a title! Not one I should be proud of, I know… but without it, I'm just a random name! (No offence, Random. XD)

Kroatz
Hmmm… Penis Ooze. Yummie.

We must kill people randomly! I thinks it should be Kroatz, he is betraying the signs! He dares to side against the sign-holders, yet has the nerve to kill people in our name? Only true sign-holders kill non-sign-holders, but he is a disgrace to us all! God, he wants to kill me, right when I'm trying to review a web-comic with Hark? The nerve I say, the nerve! Oh, and he wants to burn down the bakery. And hates puppies.

Mettaur
We must kill people randomly! I thinks it should be Kroatz, he is betraying the signs! He dares to side against the sign-holders, yet has the nerve to kill people in our name? Only true sign-holders kill non-sign-holders, but he is a disgrace to us all! God, he wants to kill me, right when I'm trying to review a web-comic with Hark? The nerve I say, the nerve! Oh, and he wants to burn down the bakery. And hates puppies.

DAMN THOSE PUPPIES!

Finally found the game. :p So yah, I'm here. And there is a lot of ppl talking about me lol!

FYI: just under an hour before I stop accepting actions for night one.

Black mail does not work on me. I turn off the nightvision at night, so I can't see it in the dark.

Right then. No more actions. Narration in an hour.

Everybody wants Kung Fu fighti-i-i-ing, These kids were fast as lightni-i-i-ing!

Action.

Quick Facts from the Mettaur!

Did you know that if James Bond was real, he would have slept with over 70 different women a year? And not get laid 70 times a year, but 70 different women a year! Also, he would have drunken enough martini's, shaken not stirred, to kill a bar full of people!

Bond is Zombie.
It's true, watch Casino Royale backwards and you'll see proof!

play one of tupacs songs backwards

This is confusing to an uncomfortable degree. I just came back from the zoo, featuring monkies with weird genitalia, and this is not helping my cause. Am I suppose to state what I am, cause I'm not incredibly sure now. D:

geee, I sure hope that I won't become infected by this strange zombie disease tonight *winkwink*

there, now I should hopefully stay clean :D

Narration Night 1
The moon glared down at Townston with malice. Almost as if it was grinning. It's large frame just… so angry… Ok, no more talking about the moon.

Anyway, three strangers entered Townston. Two from the north, where the forest was, the last from the beyond Niccea's desert. The man from the desert had only a briefcase and a small red and white parasol. Oh, and a gun, that's important. Case 0 turned to his first, and currently only zombie. “You look famished. Feed.” and with that, the skinless horror jumped off. It moved like a rampaging bull… well, one that could leap from building to building. He was the original child, the start of the swarm and he would do his dad proud. Then he saw hiss prey. The prey stood staring up at the moon, “Man… big tonight. Kinda creepy with a face. Times like this make me wish I had my tall stone back…” the food said. Quickly the zombie licked the area that would have once housed its lips. The man's ears twitched. He turned around and made a motion like he was holding something. Then he saw it. The zombie on the wall. “Oh… that's not good.” he said as he started to run.
he fell on his face
He made a large clatter as he hit the ground. He turned around and saw the zombie open its mouth good and wide, then fire out its tongue. It wrapped around the zombies meal nice and tight, and yanked his meal to him. The meal was delivered to the zombie nicely. Then he chomped down. After the first bite, the man broke free of the tongue and ran for it like a frightened animal. He was alive, but for how long?
A new zombie is born

Meanwhile, another stalked from building to building. One with a purpose. One with a job. His target was laying about, watching near-death sports on the TV. An easy kill. He looked at his options; martial arts, guns, swords and a select few nerdy collectables. He picked up his gun and aimed at his target. He shouted to him, “Greetings!”. Zeph turned as the bullet hit him, not even enough time to see his deadly greeter.
Zeph the townie has a new face hole.

A man walked through the streets of Townston. He knew his orders well Townston has zombies. Kill that shit! Oh, and clean up the witnesses. He saw a small house with an odd shaped sign on it. “there's a good start”. He watched over it for a few seconds, to make sure it was safe. Then he kicked the door in. Kroatz stood there slack jawed that his door was gone. “Who the hell are you?” Kroatz demanded. “I'm a ninja!” the man shouted in a showy way, “But seriously, I'm from a little company called noneofyourbuisness, and I'm here to kill you all!” Kroatz didn't have time to even run.
Kroatz the weak ankled townie has been… silenced.

The sun rose red on Townston. A large crowd had amassed before the mayor's office rabbling and waving signs. As the town's patients reached it's limits, a limo pulled up, and Mayor Jninjashadow walked out. He strode up to the podium wearing a new top hat proudly. As he got behind the podium, he seemed to finally notice the crowd before him. “Oh… good. Your all here! Now we can immediately address the problem at hand!” the crowd nodded in anticipation. “It's 9am and Rokulily's bakery ain't open! I had to start my dad doughnut-less! Like an animal!” Jninja noticed the town wasn't here for baked goods. One of Jninja's aids walked up and whispered a message to him. “OH! And apparently some rapscallions pulled an elaborate prank last night. I will now open the floor to any who have something to add.”
A farmer was first to comment. “Rapscallions? PRANK!?! One of dem took a bite outta my prized pig! This mornin' Porky was chompen on mah chickens! I had ta shoot $2000 of live stock!” The crowd gave him quick sympathies. “ONE OF THOSE HEATHANS TOOK A BITE OUT OF THE CHURCH'S NATIVITY SCENE!” The priest fummed. The town shared his outrage.
Jninja showed no concern to these people's claims. “What then hmm? So we got some drugged up kids with ‘the munchies’. Does that really constitute such rage?” the town's patients was wearing thin. “It's zombies you dolt!” Mett shouted. “Don't you know anything?” Salsa demanded. “Well, I DO know the names of the beings animalcules… but now's not the time to list my qualifications as a modern major general. Listen. Zombies? Really? Are you all dense? There is no such thing as Zombies!” Jninja shouted to the whole town, “And another thing-” Jninja was cut off as a hand shot out of the stage beneath him. Jninja jumped back with the speed of his namesake.
From the hole the arm shot out of, a zombie pulled itself out. “Oh… Vinny… I… I thought you were dead!” Jninja said dropping sweat beads like bullets. The zombie Vinny charged Jinja who counted-charged, then tripped on his own shoelace. “Ooof! Well that was embarrassing and… oh shiiiii-” The zombie tackled Jninja and dug in. “HEY! BODY GUADS! HELP ME YOU LAZY ASS HOLES!” Jninja shouted between screams of pain. Remembering that they were armed, his body guards opened fire. The zombie was torn apart, but Jninja wasn't much better. One of his guards approached him and put his gun to jninja's head. “Y… you're both… fired…” jninja spat. “I know.” The guard retorted. With a quick shot, it was over. A cliche wind blew through town lifting Jninja's hat, which had miraculously not fallen off before then, of his head and planted it on Rokulily's. The body guards quickly huddled together and dicussed what just happened. As they broke, one shouted to the crowd, “So… the position of mayor just opened up!”

Ok, now you all can campaign and vote. Well, unless you were bit last night.
Day one Election results:
Rokulily (4): Is currently in lead
Poster
Retaya
Rokulily
Hakoshen

Mettaur (3):
Poster
Mettaur
PP

Salsa (1):
Poster

Same (1):
Poster

TFGM (3):
Poster
TFGM
Poorboyblues

ParkerFarker (0):

Anthony Mencer (2):
Poster
1337

1337 (1):
Poster

Maru (3): Is currently in second
Poster
maru
Rengishi

GracehFaceh
Am I suppose to state what I am, cause I'm not incredibly sure now. D:

You can but I wouldn't recommend it.

Soon, jninja will put out a narration which will mark the start of the first day (edit: or he might post it as I'm writing this). We will then hold an election where we pick a town leader. You chose who you trust for town leadership by PQing jinja the name of that player. Things aught to start clearing up a bit for you then.

Alternatively you can choose to run yourself but the burden of organizing the town defenses falls on you, should you win the vote.

Well crap.
I'm dead.

Right? or should I just talk less?

Crap.

Oh, and either this Narr is full of red herrings or this Narr has the easiest clues ever.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Yay! I died! My provoking worked.