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“It started in the sanitarium; it was locked. I must admit… I heard the screams, but I didn’t dare go inside. When they started banging at the door, screaming to let them out, I couldn’t do it... so I ran. I started telling everyone I could find to get out as fast as they could. You have to realise... the doors would never have held for long.

And then behind me I heard it - I saw… a huge tide of people, all running towards me, like a stampede. All I could hear was my heart pounding, telling me I had to get out of there. Everyone was soaked in blood, crashing into things, sliding in it, falling over and pulling others over with them - so desperate to get out that they knocked down those in front of them, and kicked at anyone behind who was trying to do the same to them. The crowd swept me up and carried me with it, and with those things behind us, I was helpless to do otherwise.

When we reached the main hall… it was chaos. The film crew… everywhere - the tables, lights, the entire set - it had all been smashed up. There was blood up the walls, one man torn apart in the middle of the floor, another dead with the camera cradled in his arms like a child… and I remember thinking to myself, I realised those bastard things had already got here first. But the crowd was oblivious! Like it had a mind of its own. I tried to shout, for everyone to stop, but they didn’t listen, they just kept running towards the main entrance. But I knew… those things were intelligent. If they had already been here, then they weren’t going to let us out without trying to stop us. They weren’t just feeding anymore, they wanted to kill everyone.

I was lucky… pure luck, that’s the only way I can explain it. I managed to tear myself away from the crowd, and ran for my life down the opposite wing of the hospital to the library. But as I ran, all I could hear in the background was the crowd screaming, and I knew in that moment that they had been caught. I remember praying to God, praying that those things didn’t know where I was going.

For you see, this wasn’t something that we had planned -- God no! -- but there was no turning back, and in our heart of hearts we always expected it, and feared it more than anything else. We built a refuge in case of this eventuality - somewhere we would be safe. The entrance was in the library… only a few of us knew about it. I got to the entrance, the secret door, and I followed the instructions precisely - I am certain of that! I pressed my ear to the bookcase and listened, for over a minute, but I heard nothing. Then I waited five minutes in case I was discovered. Again, nothing. So I pulled the lever. The bookcases opened, and I went inside, and pulled the second lever to close them behind me before I went down the steps. I swear, it was only until I reached the bottom, when I stood right outside the vault door, that I could hear anyone… but I thought, I thought I hadn’t been followed anyway, so it would be okay, you see? So I typed the code into the keypad. That’s the only moment I thought I had made a huge mistake… th-that great whirring of cogs and gears, as the door opened, it nearly gave me a heart attack… and I held my breath, hand over mouth - I thought my heart would fall out of it if I didn’t! But it was all quiet. So I went in, shut the vault door, and came down on the elevator.

You must remember. When I came through the second vault door, and you were all so surprised to see me, and I sank to my knees and thanked God, remember? How you all survived I will never know… But I am telling the truth, I swear, I thought we were safe... I thought, oh God, I thought we were safe! Does it mean nothing to you? I shook each and every one of your hands before we left to our cells last night, and you think - you think I have done this?! I swear nobody followed me, I am sure of it, most certain… I stake my life on it.

If there is one thing that I have to say, that you must, I repeat - must! - listen to, it is this: look at who we found dead this morning. Look at them: all physicians, medical staff… my colleagues and friends. I am the last one, and now you want to kill me too? So be it…”

Dr. Schröder looked up.

“My God, forgive me. What have I done?”

Deer’s hand shook uncontrollably. He slowly raised the pistol and pointed it directly at the doctor's forehead.
“Shoot for God’s sake!” dramonic yelled.
Not bearing to look at the pleading man as his finger tentatively began to close on the trigger, Nash looked away from the man he was about to kill.
Dr. Schröder held up his hands imploringly. He began to tremble with fear. It started to get worse, and he had to grip his sides in order to hold himself still.
“I’-I’m-I’m sorry,” spluttered Deer. He squeezed the trigger.

A second later, and it was over. Everyone looked intently at the body for some kind of change, to see if he was one of the creatures. In horror, Deer tossed the weapon aside and clasped his hand to his mouth, then span round and fell to his knees, vomiting on the stone floor.

Silence filled the room, as people began to look on one another with increasing contempt and suspicion. Their first day had ended in disaster, but everyone knew that there was no turning back now; come what might, they had to see the game through to the end.

One down, twenty-five to go.

Innocent

Werewolf

Innocent

FC Groningen

The Ghoul

Lunatic

The Creature, lynched Day One

Werewolf

Werewolf

The Priest

Vampire

Innocent

The Master

Neutral Non-entity

Vampire

Innocent

As far as I am aware, all Role PMs have now been distributed. Once all 25 players have confirmed, we will begin.

-EDIT- The three players who have failed to pick up their Role PMs will be replaced if they have not confirmed by midnight GMT today (Saturday), and the game will begin while replacements are sought.

Schroder's blood pooled on the floor, congealing rivulets running along the gaps between the tiles on the floor, the deep red contrasting starkly with the sanitized white ceramic and the sickly bile-green splatter Deer had added to the mix. The group had been staring silently at the corpse, skull blown wide open by the revolver, brains glistening. Finally, Deer pulled himself off his hands and knees.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. We're all fucked." He pulled the hammer back on the Colt and pointed it, trembling, at his own temple. "I'll be fucked before I let those things in here to eat me." Eek angrily slapped the gun out of his hand.

"Idiot, you heard him, those things are already in here with us. That's what he was trying to say. We messed up once, but considering he was probably responsible for some of those... things..." Eek spat on the corpse, eliciting mutters of disapproval from some of the more religious of the group.

dramonic returned from the storage cupboard with an armful of canned food and several strange looking implements, along with a length of hemp rope.

"This was obviously meant to be some kind of armoury for if those things got loose. Hemp rope, silver bullets, and-" dramonic dropped a long blade with a worn handle, but oddly shiny edge, on the ground: "silver-edged sword. Pretty superstitious stuff. Whatever those things were, I figure if we string them up, stab them, AND shoot them... well, if they survive all that, they wouldn't be hiding in human guise."

The group murmured assent, and the debate began. Quickly they decided on protocol: they would attempt to find one creature a day, in order to ration out their meagre supply of effective ammunition and rope to last as long as possible. Food would not be in short supply for human or beast. 25 bunks had been arranged in individual cubicles, and doors that could only be closed, not locked. The arrangement made them uneasy to say the least...

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