That Creeping Darkness - Summaries

[ULC]

End of Day 6

End Day 6...

To tired - really need to get to work on these. Threaten me more GH.

[In the words of a certain Dread Pirate, as you wish - GH]

"I'll call it"

A sigh collapses across the card table as the men opposite of Renard Black seem to become even more disgruntled, if that were possible. "Why do you always call it on diamonds? I mean, c'mon man!" both cry out. Renard simply shrugs, obviously enjoying the moment. "Your overreacting, just play the cards as they are dealt."

"Yea, we've been hearing that all night long - and all night long you've been taking our money left and right. If I didn't know better..." Renard immediately looked up, and nocked his cigar into the corner of his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he replied, "And if you did know better? Are you accusing me of cheating? I find that notion offensive..."

One of the other players stepped in, adding his voice to the pile, "Well, if your not cheating, your the damnedest lucky man I've ever known. You haven't lost a hand that you haven't thrown." Renard sensed all eyes were on him, and he knew he was in tight pinch. Silence pervaded the room as the others around the card table got up, and all Renard could do was drink from his glass of bourbon.

"Cheers - to warm feelings and heartfelt friendships."

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"Oh, for goodness sake, it was self defense! Why am I in here, when they are out there!?", Renard cried from behind his prison cells bars. He rubbed his sore shoulder, and looked about with his one good eye at his surroundings, shuddering and immediately deciding death would be preferable.

Licking his fingers clean of his ham sandwich, the deputy officer leaned back in his plush leather chair, and laughed. "Because we also had a report from a hooker down on 7th avenue that she has attended to your 'needs' several times over the past few nights. And that we got evidence to support those gentleman's claims that you were cheating in that fine gambling establishment."

Renard looked on with incredulity. "You are going to believe a overdressed two-bit whore who just wanted to get out of prison for a day? What kind of town is this?!" The deputy looked over at Renard with complete disinterest and remiss, apparently more concerned with whatever was printed upon his year old magazine.

Sighing to himself, Renard decided he might as well try it. Clearing his throat, Renard spoke in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "Good sir, would you please kindly hand me the keys to my cell? I would pay you most handsomely, and help you with your issues between you and your boss, as you seem to be a swell fellow who cares about the common guy, like me."

Normally, the deputy would have started laughing at such a ridiculous plea, but instead his eyes glazed over and he could only mumble to himself as his body started to get up and get the keys. Renard sighed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as the deputy stumbled his way over to Renard. The deputy was within five feet, Renard's arm outstretched grasping for the keys, when the sheriff entered.

A moment of awkward silence followed as the deputy, his eyes sightless and his face numb and drooling, looked at the sheriff, and then Renard's grip was broken, the deputies fears at losing his job overcoming Renard's hold. The deputy shook his head, his mind coming back, and an accusatory look coming over his face. "You, your one of the psychics! Sheriff, he took over my mind, honest! I couldn't do but naught what he told me to!"

The sheriff nodded. "I saw, looks like we got us a nice catch here. Lovell will be happy, I know that." All Renard could do was despair, and made his despair rather vocal by cursing every god from every pantheon he had knowledge of.

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"They say they have a psychic? Wonderful news, Sam, please, go with my men and claim him." Lovell sat back and sipped ona bit of gin before turning back to attend to his prepared lecture for the crowd that day, modifying some lines to have a more fatherly and uplifting tone, while still stressing the need to "Give me what I want, and I'll go away" parts.

Gasmask simply nodded, his mask haven been pilfered from him the night earlier, but even now his face was hard to discern - it was as if sunlight itself avoided his features, casting him in shadow now. He motioned to two guards nearby with a wave of his palm, and they followed, robotically, obediently.

Just as Gasmask exited, Lovell called out one last command. "Oh, and tell the sleeper to wake. He's spent far to long in bed and if he stays in it any longer he will find himself over tired." Gasmask made no sign that he had heard or acknowledged, except for having stopped until Lovell had finished, and then resume walking.

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Renard had been in sticky situations beforehand, stickier ones then this. Yet, somehow, he just couldn't see himself getting away from a huge mob of armed villagers who had bound and gagged him, while they were marching and chanting on their way to Lovell's mansion. "Standard fare I suppose - could be worse, I could be stuck like a pig for a roast," thought Renard.

Renard looked about him, and gave up for the hundredth time when he realized he was in the mass of the mob,m and resigned himself to simply listening."This chanting sure is annoying though - not one of them could carry a tune if it was the skin on their back. Tone deaf imbeciles." He soon decided that listening as he was now was not good for his health, and tried with commendable effort to tune it out.

After an undefined time, he was rudely awoken when his face contacted with the steps of Lovell's mansion. Looking up, Renard stared into the concerned eyes of Lovell. For a moment they held each others gaze, until Lovell broke it to look up and ask the crowd.

"Who is this? Who have you brought me?"

"A psychic! One who can hold sway over a mans mind!", the crowd chanted back.

Lovell looked down at Renard, and his face turned to disgust, and Renard hung his head, understanding what was to follow. Lovell raised his arms to silence the crowd, and as he did so, a man in a bowler hat and brown overcoat came limping forward, struggling heavy on his cane. The crowd gave him a wide berth as he tumbled forward towards Lovell. However, just before he hit the ground, the man in the overcoat did a quick somersault, shedding his disguise and standing fully erect in his white fedora and suit, his cane twirling in his hand in a display of show.

Leaning close into Lovell, he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from inside his coat, tipped his hat up, and pulled a piece of paper from nowhere, from which he began to read.

"Have you missed me? I have some advice for you:

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather."

He took a quick bow, both to Lovell and the crowd, who responded by clapping enthusiastically. Cries, gasps, and screams ran through the crowd as the source of the applause was revealed - amongst those living, where those long dead, their bodies in various states of decay, all frsh from having drug themselves up from their graves.

Tipping his hat to Lovell, Nyxius snapped his fingers, and the ghouls began to form up, as if to attack, hunger in their faces. "If you do not mind, I will be taking this man for my own collection. I am sure you won't disagree." Nyxius laughed a evilly, and immediately, the undead began to breakout into song and dance, with Nyxius taking lead.

The crowd, startled, screamed and panicked, scattering as Nyxius lifted Renard, now screaming and panicking himself desperately trying to cry for help, effortlessly and tossed him to the ghouls, who lifted him up in the air, and to the beat of their tune, carted him off, Nyxius himself being lifted up as if a King, waving his hat jovially at the terrified citizens as they marched their way to the cemetery.

Lovell and Gasmask simply stood in shock, totally in awe of the performance, and in the suddenness of it. Lovell turned to go back in side as Gasmask continued to watch, muttering about needing something stronger to drink.

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After the the lynch debacle, the town soon realized that the owner of their largest grocery store had disappeared. The mystery as to where he had disappeared to was soon revealed - the cemetery - for his screams as he was devoured alive were quite distinct.


Sasaki Kojiro, aka Renard Black, has been lynched, and AVSM, aka Grocery Store Owner, has been eaten alive (WoGGeD)

Sasaki Kojiro - 9 (Seon, Renata, Diamondeye, Sevis, atheotes, TheFlax, A1_unit, CCRunner, White Eyes)
Renata - 1 (Centurion1)
Thermal Mercury - 1 (Sprig)
Centurion1 - 1 (Thermal Mercury)
Beskar - 1 (Khazaar)
SoE: Renata - 1 (Andres)
Sevis - 1 (Scienter)
Khazaar - 4 (Split, Beskar, Sasaki Kojiro)

Alive(26)
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Double A
Renata
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
Scienter
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Thermal Mercury
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel

Quite Dead(15)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM

Please begin sending in night orders

[ULC]

End of Night 6

End Night 6...

Beware the Erinyes. Beware for whom Tisiphone answers.

Cynthia sighed as she leafed through her book. Words, all words, yet she had to do this because it would make ends meat, and ever since Lynn Strange had taken over kelly green's duties at the library. The man was short handed, and Cynthia, a wanderer by nature, needed both a place to stay, and food to eat - Lynn Strange was desperate, and was willing to offer her that in exchange for her working at the library.

"Done yet Cynthia?", Lynn inquired as he walked passed, rolling a cart chock full of disorganized books. Cynthia looked over with tired eyes and simply shook her head no, and returned to her work. Lynn shrugged and began to move on but stopped in wonder as the books on the cart began to wobble and shake about. Suddenly they began to throw themselves at Lynn, who was forced to the ground, yelping in pain.

Cynthia was on her feet to get to Lynn, but was blocked by falling debris from the roof. Looking up, she spotted a huge red skinned creature, with pincers for arms and a large circular mouth, a great big razor sharp tongue lashing out, coated in blood. It lept from the hole it had made down to the ground, making a sweeping motion with one of it's claws towards Cynthia, who flipped out of the way just in time.

Roaring in frustration, it charged, overturning everything in it's path. Quickly rolling to the side to avoid it, the beast crashed through several rows of bookshelves and throwing up huge piles of debris. taking the opportunity, Cynthia raced over to Lynn and grabbed him, pulling him away from the possessed books which had formed into a fist of sorts and had been pounding on the poor librarian.

Throwing open the door to the library, Cynthia pulled both of them to the ground as a many mouthed creature, recognizably human, threw itself at them as soon as the door had swung open. Quickly crawling back away from it as it heaved itself after them, all it's mouths drooling a terrible acid which dissolved everything it touched, gaped open and shut, seeking out Cynthia. Leading it on a little bit more, the two managed to get it away from the door, which both dashed out of, not looking back until they were a mile away.

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Elijah Quigley was a simple man. Yes, he was confused about the events that had occurred as of late, and true, he had mad some weird accusations in some peoples eyes - truly, if one talked to much, it meant that one wasn't searching for those psychics, and thus wasn't listening to the good Doctor Lovell, who was simply just trying to save them after all.

Tonight, Elijah decided to go out for a drive, and seating himself comfortably, turned on his car. He put it in gear and drove a couple blocks before his radio suddenly kicked on, and began playing "Chariots of Fire". Elijah looked down at his radio suspiciously.

From the rooftop of a nearby building, the cultist raised his arms in praise. "A sacrifice, befitting you my master, most high! I send a gift of ancient Prometheus' fire on wings!" With that, he clicked the button on the remote in his hand, which caused poor Elijah's car to explode and burst into a thunderous blaze, launching it slightly up into the air before crashing down in finality.

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Quinn chuckled as he looked at the note, written in Yvonne's beautiful handwriting. The way it curved, the way she wrote...it just made Quinn's heart melt. He read it first to himself, and then aloud.

"Let us meet in the park, at our spot closest to our hearts, where the stars shine most beautifully upon us during the midnight hours."

Quinn folded the note up gently, his curiosity piqued by this sudden turn of events. But he smiled, knowing whatever was planned would be most wonderful.

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Yvonne sat, cross legged, the moonlight streaming upon her and illuminating her pale, elven face and dark hair. Her hands worked back and forth as she knitted with precision befitting of someone who had mastered their art, a smile most glowing upon her face as she worked her needles. She coln't wait to see Quinn, and tell him of the news.

A sudden uneasy feeling pervades Yvonne as a shadow casts itself over the moonlight, and she ceased knitting. The air grew cold, and Yvonne called out, "Quinn?", her voice slightly unsteady. When no answer came, she closed her eyes, and understood what was to come. "You have come for me finally, I see."

Gasmask, without his iconic mask, his face a mist of shadows concealing human features, stood next to her, looking down upon Yvonne almost pityingly. Speaking for the first time, in a dual angelic voice, Gasmask responded. "Yes, I have come to collect - you have cheated death long enough, Yvonne Lucia Clark."

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Running into the park excited, Quinn dahsed into the grove of trees which led to a small, perfectly circular clearing. However, confusion ensnared his mind as he did not see Yvonne before him, but Jesse Zhang, who sprang to life and rushed the stunned Quinn. "You, you are here! He said, he told me you could release me! Oh please tell me it is true!" Jesse continued to hang onto Quinn, until the latter snapped out of his stupor and grabbed Jesse by the shoulders and shook him.

"WHERE IS SHE! WHO SENT YOU! ANSWER ME!" Jesse however was long gone, his eyes full of hopeful fervor. "Oh you will kill me! KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL MEEEEE!" Quinn shrugged the man of of him, throwing him to the ground. Backing up, Quinn spun on his heels and ran back to the apartment as fast as he could, leaving Jesse to wail and lament, begging for his death.

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"If you do this, there is no turning back." Yvonne remained calm, her hand folded, looking out the window at the angelic full moon casting it's rays throughout the apartment, revealing both Yvonne's face and Gasmasks, who had the appearance of a young woman, but yet male, his feature smooth and streamlined, his hair a wispy platinum.

"I fully understand the consequences of my actions. This must be done, the cycle must complete - you know this is true."

Yvonne shook her head. "It does not have to be this way, I have seen an alternate path...one that will end all bloodshed, all chaos. The path I follow will bring humanity into a new era - you would quash that, in some vain hope of maintain the failing order we have now, Samael?"

Sam turned his back toward Yvonne. "I do what I must, to follow the path I see. Not everyone can follow you Yvonne, you know this, you know that what you seek will only be for a few..."

Yvonne stood, spinning on her heels, and pulled Sam around, and proceeded to backhand him sharply. "That, is a LIE. I would have never expected Lovell's message to seat itself so deeply in your heart Samael..."

Looking at Yvonne with pity, he replied calmly, "Has your peace been said?". Yvonne straightened, steely determination in her eyes. "Know that when you take me, you are taking more then one life, and know that by killing me, you seal your own fate..."

"It will be painless, and gentle, I promise you that.", was all Sam replied.

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Quinn threw the door open, slamming it into the wall and knocking dust loose that began to float about and catch the rays of the moon. "Yvonne? Yvonne!? Oh god, Yvonne!!" Panic overcame him as he ducked into the living room, and found her body, still beautiful, curled up as if only in sleep, her eyes closed and her hair draped over her face in a cascade.

Picking her up and holding her close, Quinn began to sob and cry out Yvonne's name, rocking back and forth. He begged for her to say his name, to whisper to him. He could be heard crying and sobbing, holding her tight to himself, his emotions tearing at him, tears streaming down his face.

All night he held on to her, refusing to let go, his eyes never dry, his heart pierced and the pain his chest unbearable, his throat unable to utter anything but lamentation. And in a final cry to the gods, a man at his knees begging for the only thing in his life that he loved to be brought back to him, yelling for a deal, for anything, to pay any price, to have her back, to her her sweet voice, to feel her hands upon him, to feel her warmth and love once more...it was all for naught, and he cursed the gods, and he cried in vain, he cried in vain hope.

And when Nyxius came to sit by Quinn's side, instead of taunting him, he too sat down, and bowed his head, his hat upon his chest. Finally getting up solemnly, he placed his cane at the side of the living room couch. "I can help you...and I mean to be honest when I say that. If you want Yvonne back, speak to me upon the morrow." And with that, Nyxius vanished.




Renata, aka Yvonne Lucia Clark aka Psychic Zero, has been killed, along with Thermal Mercury, aka Elijah Quigley.

Alive(24)
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Double A
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
Scienter
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel

Quite Dead(17)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Renata
Thermal Mercurcy

Begin Day 7...and good luck to all...

[ULC]

End of Day 7

End Day 7...

not done yet :s

"Doctor Lovell came to our town, and our homes, and invaded our lives 6 days ago! He has scoured the very people, killing at whim! He has no conscious, nor feelings for those lives he shatters!"

The crowd before the youthful man roared in approval. After the death of psychic zero, opposition had started to grow towards Lovell's tyrannical rule. At first, it had only been grumblings, yet at the end of the day, this one man had galvanized them to do the unthinkable - riot, rebel, overthrow the man who sought dominion over them.

" Will we tolerate this any longer! Will we, the good people of this small town, humble in our lives but proud in our hearts, in our work, and in our independence, let this monster, who would kill a young woman who was with child, and then celebrate it as his most glorious achievement? THIS IS THE MAN YOU WISH TO RULE YOU? This murder and defiler of what we hold closest to our hearts? This shameful beast, who revels in overthrowing peaceful governments, who galvanizes the once placid people into murdering their own friends and family based on his views?!"

Aagain, the crowd roared in agreement, vengeance in their eyes.

"How many of us must fall victim before we realize he turns us all into monsters, just like him! Use his dark, twisted malformed excuse for a heart to break the good will and sense of the people. How he preaches peace and restoration, when it his men, under his employ, who slaughter thousands, burns cities, and defile our greatest achievements!"

"I say no more! I SAY NO MORE! It shall end here, with us! We will take up arms, we will show this Lovell that he is not master, he is not the puppeteer, he is not a going to be our butcher any longer!"

The crowd roared with defiance and triumph, lighting torches and cocktails, arming their guns, waving whatever they found in their homes that might do harm to the demon of a man that is Lovell.

Throwing his arm out sharply to point towards Lovell's mansion, the youth cried out. "We march, as one, and as one we take back what is ours! Our lives, our hope, our freedom, and our escape from this demented mans madness! ONWARDS!!!!!"

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Samael stood watching the crowd grow, the gathering darkness allowing the torches they carried to light them up like a sea of fire. Samael chuckled at the irony of the situation - a man that had set out to redeem the world and bring it to heaven, had instead devolved it into chaos and poured Hell upon it, and now, the river Styx had come to claim.

Lovell, however, was completely oblivious to this fact, or had far to much trust in his security forces - Samael believed it was the latter, since Lovell displayed a cunning paranoia. Lovell's glass tinkled as he set about filling it yet again - poor fool was utterly drunk, by no means an easy feat for himself to do - as he celebrated his victory and his consolidation of power.

"You should leave now."

Lovell looked over at Samael, a mock expression of curiosity and smugness on his face. "Oh, but why? This town will make a good spot to start, and it isn't entirely cleansed yet." Lovell leaned back and began to sing "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts", and this irritated Samael highly.

So much so that Samael lifted Lovell from his seat by his neck collar and proceed to look deep into his eyes. "You, will, leave, NOW, Doctor Lovell. You still have much work to do, but you will not see it if you stay here - is this understood?! Over 1000 angry, tired humans are making their way to your blood mansion, and they will kill all they find and raze it to the ground."

"Is this UNDERSTOOD?"

Lovell, completely in shock now, simply nodded. Samael released him, and brushed the old man off, and handed him his bottle of brandy. "Go, now, take those you trust the most with you. I will stall - make your way to the Town Hall, which is already fortified with military equipment that I had the forethought to procure."

Lovell straightened his overcoat, and reached out to shake Sam's hand, who promptly shook it back. Smiling to Lovell, Samael, bowed deeply and evaporated into mist, his last words, "Death is but another phase."

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Quinn stared into the eyes of Samael, both illuminated by the blazing fires of the mob surrounding them at the steps of Lovell's mansion. Samael smiled peacefully at Quinn, which only enraged the distraught youth more.

"This is what you fall to? Invading the minds of a thousand people and turning their own fears and hates towards your purpose?"

Quinn spat back. "No, their purpose! Your a heartless reaver, what would you know? I'll I've done is broken that which held them back, I gave them purpose and courage to do what was really seated in their hearts and minds. But, you'd rather label me a monster, an equal to the very man you protect."

Samael shrugged. "Do as you wish, I only ask you spare me your preaching and be done with what you have set out to do. Time is precious to you after all, mortal."

Quinn's fists balled up. "As you will..." A silent image, a trigger was sent to all those around, freeing them of restraint, and it was in that moment that they stormed the mansion, and killed all that stood before them. And of Samael, they ravaged him, tore him limb from limb, and he let them, knowing resistance was futile, and pointless in the grand scheme of things.

And after the town had finished their orgy of destruction, after Lovell had made his way safe and sound to the Fortressified Town Hall, did Nyxius himself appear, from within the flames. Walking calmly amongst them, a keen eye upon all, and tut tuting as he went.

"Dear me, little Quinny, you do not know how to throw a party, do you? Where is the song, and the dance?! Where is the life?" At this point, all eyes were upon this most mysterious man, and Quinn's especially. "You...who are you?", Quinn questioned.

Nyxius wagged his finger at Quinn. "Oh no, where would be the fun in me telling you that? No, lets play a game instead - you know what a Conga Line is, right? Oh, it won't matter. See, this game is the game of one upsmanship - you caused an entire town to go mad and kill a hundred or so others, now, we get to DANCE!"

Cackling with glee as the music started up, the townspeople were suddenly compelled to follow the rhythm of the beat, and even while trying to fight it, Quinn himself found that his body, however rigidly was falling step, lock, and in line.

Danced and sang the entire town did, amongst the destroyed terrain, amongst the screams of the dying, a feverish, mad joy instilled in them all, their minds overcome and their eyes filling to the brime of it, as they cackled to, lashing out amongst each other and as if in a lunatic play. They began to take joy in perverse things as they entered the town, yet even through their eyes and minds, the horrors which they wrought were fine and seemingly to them, as if it were all natural.

And when the music had reached it's ending, before a now defaced and burning church were many frolicked naked about in a homicidal game of hide and seek, Nxyius clapped his hands, and the spell was broken, and all realization of their deeds came upon them, and chaos ensued to an even grater magnitude as Nyxius simply laughed as he vanished into a bubbling, writhing mass of demonic, black, sharply armored centipedes.

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As the sun rose, and the burning city, once a roaring inferno now settled to a kindle, deep in his grave, Lucius Johann Emmerich stirred, and burst forth, his body parts snapped and bound together, his decay reversed and blood filled his veins and arteries. His birth was painful as skin etched itself across his body and breath came into half finished lungs, almost killing him yet again as he struggled for the aether of life.

Struggling to his feet, Lucius reached out to the sun, and cried in victory, and laughed joyfully to himself.




Khazaar, aka Samael aka Jacob Abrahamson, has been lycnhed, and Lucius Johann Emmerich has been reborn.

Alive(24)
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Double A
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Scienter
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel
scottishranger

Quite Dead(17)
ACIN
Lord Winter
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Renata
Thermal Mercurcy
Khazaar

Begin Night 7...and good luck to all...