Piddu was sitting in his wing back chair, sipping delicately at a glass of Sherry. Wearing nothing but his red velvet house robe, he felt like a king. “This town will soon be ours”. He said to no body in particular. The nights had grown colder, keeping the people of the town indoors by their fireplaces. Piddu stared into the flames of his fireplace, enjoying the quiet of winter. The flames begun to dance violently. He glanced around the room and saw the lace curtains waving in the breeze of an open window. Something was pulled over his head and tightened around his neck. roughly pulling him tight into the back of his favourite chair. He could barely breathe. He struggled against the cord to no avail. The killer stepped out from behind the chair. “You smell familiar”. Said the killer thoughtfully stroking his crotch. “ahh, we meet again, you, MTG_Daddy, were the who tried to kill me the other night”. MTG gasped, he knew this was going to be painful. It took some time but the killer was able to tie MTG’s hands and feet to the chair, restraining him completely. The killer took a candlestick from the mantle, stroking in tenderly. “if only I knew it was you, I would have tied you down face first. but no worries, if I can’t get to your ass from the back, I will just have to go in through the front”.
The killer opened MTG’s robe revealing an enormous ginger bush. “I guess the carpets match the curtains”. He chuckled. "Let’s die the carpet red. He used the candlestick to hack open MTG’s stomach. who was strangely quiet, “you have a high tolerance for pain”. The killer stated. “No”, replied MTG, “I love it”. The killer leaned in and kissed MTG deeply, biting his lips and tongue until they bled. He stood back and licked the blood from his lips. Admiring the blood running down MTG’s chin, adding to the mess already in his lap. “You are a mess Daddy, let me clean you up”. The killer pulled his dick from his pants and attempted to wash the blood off MTG with his piss. But I’m the cold, it had already begun to coagulate. MTG was falling in and out of consciousness. The killer decided to end it quickly. He pushed the candlestick into the opening in MTG’s stomach. who woke for a moment until the pain caused him to cum and pass out again. “Too bad”,the killer said, “we could have been beautiful together”. He jammed the candlestick with all his strength through MTG’s insides. Until he heard the candle spike tear into the seat of the chair. MTG still had some life in him. but his blood was flowing fast, his ginger bush now a dark red swamp and the carpet a red Sea beneath. The stench of shit always excited the killer.
The pope could taste victory. So close to his goal. But to ensure victory he need to end the town doctor. Most of the town having gone into hiding since the murders started made it harder to find them than he had hoped. But he had a pretty good idea. He kicked in the door to the house of the doctor, brandishing his revolver. Goddess_Of_The_Dead screamed and fell to the floor as she tried to run away. snapping her ankle as she fell. She tried to move but couldn’t hold her own weight up. “Lovely to meet you doctor, my name is Michele Greco, but most call me The Pope”. He smiled at the weeping woman on the floor. Gotd was stunned, the pope, in her home. She tried to tell him that she was not the doctor. But The Pope smashed her across the face with his revolver, shattering her jaw. Blood dripped from her useless mouth. “No my dear, I don’t want to listen to your bullshit, I just want you to die”. He dragged her by the leg through the front door of her home and sat her up against the door.
“I will make this quick, I don’t enjoy your pain, I just enjoy the power”. He pointed his gun at her head while staring into her weeping eyes, savoring her fear. He was about to pull the trigger but remembered that his revolver was a piece of shit. “I really need to invest in a new one”. He shook his head in disgust.
He took a bag of gunpowder from his pocket, held Gotd’s head back and poured it into her mouth. She gagged and fought him causing the powder to go everywhere. Growing frustrated The Pope poured the remaining powder over her head. “You’re going to be a human match”. He grinned, pulling his flint lighter from his pocket. while holding her against the door with his foot. He lit a cigarette then lit her.
She went up like a firework, sparks flew from her head in every direction. She struggled against his foot on her chest for a moment but fell still. Her head smouldered from the blaze, leaving her unrecognizable. One of her hands lay palm up beside her, covered in calluses. The pope stooped over to take a closer look. “Shit, these aren’t the hands of a doctor”. Walking away in frustration and taking a long draw of his cigarette he mused, at least it was another townie. Tomorrow they would try again.
Hearing noises from the street the Doctor peered through his window. he saw Gotd laying in her doorway, burns covering her head and chest. He ran over to her and held his ear to her face, she was still breathing. He dragged her to his house. Beginning a long night of work to save the young woman’s life.
Night Phase has ended
MTG_Dad-Piddu the mob has been killed by the serial killer
Goddess_Of_The_Dead the townie has been killed by The Pope, but resurrected by the Doctor
Day phase ends at 2000 gmt 6th of May, use your Lynch votes wisely