HorrorVille. Once and town filled with evil is now losing its touch on reality. Many civilians have died. The only solution left, was to evacuate and leave the suspects to duke it out. With the town completely empty, 12 of you face eachother in the main square.
"I don't trust any of you!" one screams.
"Who said we needed to trust eachother." another said. "No matter what, we'll just be playing a game. Lying, and maybe telling the truth sometimes."
With that said, the remaining 12 decide to leave for their homes and leave the rest up to the night.
Crola sat alone with his axe. Talking to the spirits around him.
"hehehe...Here's Jhonny..." he muttered.
"Jonny, no, I'm not Johnny, my son." Someone said.
Crola turned around quickly with his axe ready to strike. Laughing like a crazy fool, he attacked the white collared man man.
"Idiot." he said as he threw a cross on crola.
Crola paused in place, staring at the wierd unknown shape on his body.
"Thats right, make even more easy for me." He said.
The town gathers around checking if someone survived the night.
"Someone is missing." Some said in a cold manner.
"Who?" another asked.
"Crola." he said.
The 11 of you head too Crola's Home and find his lifeless body on the carpet of his bedroom. You also find two other bodies, a woman and a small boy, but you all don't care about them. One of you kneels to inspect the body.
"He was shot right where this cross is. Right in the Damn middle. Good shot I say." someone said.
"A cross? What's that?" Someone else said.
Crola/Jack Torrance - a townie has died.
Day I begins
With 11 alive its 6 to lynch