That Creeping Darkness [Concluded]

[ULC]

YLC said he wanted a tally.

[Beskar]

I made a huge mistake in another game and I knew it was about to bit me in the butt when I found out beskar was protected last night.

Wait, you was trying to night kill me last night?

Also thanks for the protection, whoever did it.

[Askthepizzaguy]

One moment. Tallying.

[Askthepizzaguy]

In an extremely close vote, CDF is teh WINNA

Cultured Drizzt Fan: ATPG, Beskar, CDF, Sevis, White_Eyes, Joooray, Scienter, Split, Sasaki, atheotes, A1_Unit, DiamondEye, Captain Blackadder, Seon, Double A


Askthepizzaguy: Wishazu, Andres, Nictel

Yaseikhaan: Yaseikhaan, rhawn, Beefy

Khazaar: Winston Hughes

Winston Hughes: Sprig, Thermal Mercury





THIS TALLY DOES NOT COUNT CDF'S LATE UNVOTE OF HIMSELF.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Ok, I'm going to try something.

I have a feeling there is a powerful, presently neutral being still remaining in this place. There's an opportunity to greatly, greatly expand your power and influence, if you would send one of your representatives to discuss with me.

It's worth the risk. You're not the town's enemy at this point. As the OP predicted, you'll be our savior. But seeing as I'll be dead soon and I don't feel like sharing this plan with anyone else (other than a trusted confidante), your only option is to contact me before I die; after that it will be too late.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Wait, you was trying to night kill me last night?

Also thanks for the protection, whoever did it.

No, I was going to show you the light.




Also the final Old One basically said no way Atpg

[Askthepizzaguy]

You'll forgive me if I don't take your word for it.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

You'll forgive me if I don't take your word for it.

No skin off my bones if you do. Just telling you what he said. Joking about being Andres henchmen for half the game kind of spooked him.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Then he's far too easily spooked. A being in his position shouldn't be. This game seems to be designed for the townspeople to ally with someone. The Old One can either have town support or not.

[Jolt]

Vote: CDF

[ULC]

End Day 4...

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"Will the accused please step forward?" Lovell spoke to the crowd gathered at the town hall. The day had dragged on long as from start one person had stood out - Doctor Pen. A man by the name of Antonio had spoken up and accused him using solid evidence, pointing out the Doctors extreme change in behavior.

It wasn't long before it was leaked out that Antonio might be some under cover detective, but by then it was a foregone conclusion - votes piled in and Doctor Pen was handcuffed and taken before the town hall. Little discussion was had along the way, with Antonio in the lead.

Now, with Doctor Pen in front of Doctor Lovell, the crowd burst into a roar, asking for Doctor Pens head. However, with a smile shared between both men, Doctor Lovell waved them silent. "It is good to see you again, old friend and colleague. Still continued into your research in quantum theory? That subatomic particles have a collective consciousness?"

Doctor Pen laughed heartily, his old frame seemingly sturdy beyond it's years. "Oh indeed, and I found the evidence I was looking for years ago - I've even brought it with me." Holding out a fading manilla envelope, Doctor Pen offered it to Doctor Lovell. Taking it gently, Lovell tucked it under his arm. "I hope to continue your research then, Doctor Pen," Lovell said softly.

Doctor Pen tipped his hat, and spoke truimpantly, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I think, it is time for me to go then." Nodding to Gasmask, Lovell turned his back as his underling proceeded to grab Doctor Pen by the head, and twisted it off, the body immediatly falling into convulsions. Getting a feel of it's weight first, Gasmask gripped the head firmly and with a mighty effort, heaved it into the crowd.

The body, once it had finished twitching, dissolved into pink, icky fluid that evaporated into a swarm of bubbles, all flying up and up into the air until in turn each one popped with spine chilling malevolence.

As the crowd settles and disperses, Doctor Lovell, Gasmask, and Mr. Black all return to the interior of the town hall, the doors closed behind them. But outside, a young gentleman in a white suit and fedora flashes a grin, a gleem in his eyes. He is a striking, handsome man, and he walks briskly up the steps, swinging a cane in his hand in a large arc.

As he approaches the doors to the town hall, they are flung open, and walks briskly through the halls to Lovell's room, who is startled to have his doors open so swiftly to reveal the white coated man. Tipping his hat to Doctor Lovell, the white suited man quickly takes a seat, and props his legs up on an available ottoman.

His voice is akin to brightly colored silk, both eye and ear catching while being entrancing to hear. "Good Evening Dr. Lovell, I am Nyxius. I doubt you know of me but I believe that over the coming days, we shall.... come to know each other... much better. I have seen your accomplishments, and I do say, I am most impressed. I shall make sure my master knows of your deeds."

Before Doctor Lovell can say more, Gasmask enters in a panic, clearly disturbed and worried. Doctor Lovell looks at him irately, but when he returns to look for the mysterious young man, he find the chair empty, except for the mans cane, which upon it sits a wolves head...


CDF, aka Penemue, mortal avatar of Yog-Sothoth, has been lynched.

Cultured Drizzt Fan (15): ATPG, Beskar, CDF, Sevis, White_Eyes, Joooray, Scienter, Split, Sasaki, atheotes, A1_Unit, DiamondEye, Captain Blackadder, Seon, Double A
Askthepizzaguy (3): Wishazu, Andres, Nictel
Yaseikhaan (3): Yaseikhaan, rhawn, Beefy
Khazaar (2): Winston Hughes
Winston Hughes (2): Sprig, Thermal Mercury

Alive(34)
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Beefy187
Double A
Renata
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
Winston Hughes
slashandburn
Scienter
Yaropolk
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Thermal Mercury
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Roadkill
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Askthepizzaguy
Jolt
Nictel

Quite Dead(7)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF

Begin Night 4...

Night Orders please, clearly labeled "TCD4" please

[Askthepizzaguy]

Quite the little crew I'm assembling.

Still no defenders, though... so here's your chance to strike me down, Andres.

[Beskar]

[B]
Doctor Pen laughed heartily, his old frame seemingly sturdy beyond it's years. "Oh indeed, and I found the evidence I was looking for years ago - I've even brought it with me." Holding out a fading manilla envelope, Doctor Pen offered it to Doctor Lovell. Taking it gently, Lovell tucked it under his arm. "I hope to continue your research then, Doctor Pen," Lovell said softly.

Doctor Pen tipped his hat, and spoke truimpantly, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I think, it is time for me to go then." Nodding to Gasmask, Lovell turned his back as his underling proceeded to grab Doctor Pen by the head, and twisted it off, the body immediatly falling into convulsions. Getting a feel of it's weight first, Gasmask gripped the head firmly and with a mighty effort, heaved it into the crowd.

The body, once it had finished twitching, dissolved into pink, icky fluid that evaporated into a swarm of bubbles, all flying up and up into the air until in turn each one popped with spine chilling malevolence.

= Scummy Mc Scummy Scum Scum.

[Joooray]

And one last time, sorry if I'll be even less talkative the next two days. Will be gone until Monday. Sorry.

[ULC]

I have a handful of night actions people

You have until midday tomorrow.

[Double A]

So are we gonna be looking at the next Wogfest? I didn't know it came so early in the year.

[Andres]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Hi YLC,

Can we get things moving, please?

Thanks.

[ULC]

End Night 4...

Give me a little bit - this be up within the hour along with the night results

Deep inside a dark enclave out in the forest surrounding the town, a man prays too a warped idol, constructed of bubbling, infected flesh submerged partially in festering stagnate water, creating the illusion of a demented bubble machine.

The little light that illuminated this scene of blaspheme flickered uncontrollably, giving the worshiper before it a crazed if not a demonic appearance. "Yes...I shall avenge you my master...they will pay for their insolence, in their own blood. They will never be safe, for you shall guide me as your most faithful - through space, through time!"

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Adastriea sighed as she flipped through the pages of her book, stopping occasionally to look over some of the anatomical drawings, mumbling derision on the quality of work. She sat in her warm comfy leather recliner, a lamp casting a soft glow across the room from on top of a night stand, smoke curling up from a lit cigar sitting in an ash tray.

The dead silence was broken by a loud rapping upon her door. Infuriated that her peace had been broken, Adastriea stormed through her house and wrenched open the door, and barked at the man upon her doorstep. "I am busy! Either state your business or begone!"

The gentleman outside her door smiled and pulled out something from behind his back...

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Antonio tossed and turned in his bed, clearly in the thrall of a terrifying nightmare. He dreamed that someone was in danger, and they called out to him, begging him to save them. He woke in a panic, quickly entangling himself in his bed covers, and falling to the floor.

Quickly regaining his senses, he reached for his lamp, and then fumbled for his glasses. Finally managing to disentangling himself from his comfy trap of bedsheets, he checked the red blinking display of his alarm clock, which showed that the power had gone out almost 3 hours ago. Cursing under his breath, he quickly threw some clothes on, and went through his house, setting the clocks back to their correct time.

Walking to the kitchen, he flicked on the light, which then promptly blew out. Muttering more curses, he made his way over to his tool cupboard, and quickly obtained a new lightbulb. grabbing a chair from the dinning room, ATPG quickly changed out the faulty bulb for a new one. However, the light kicked back on in his hand, blinding him and singing his fingers, yelping, he fell from the chair.

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked about in trepid amazement. Written all over every surface, engarved directly into the wood, were the words "You better, hurry! Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, you know what I'm talkin bout!" Fear gripped him as it dawned on him...quickly gathering his wits and revolver, he headed out of his house to find the person from his dreams, his only clue, a blood stained note with an address...

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Lovell sipped from his tonic as he sat at his desk, papers strewn over it detailing reports from his soldiers that maintained the quarantine. Most the reports seemed fine, and he quickly tossed them to the way side, and picked up a report from one of his agents from inside the town. What was on it had so engrossed Lovell, that he failed to take notice when Gasmask entered, and for a solid 10 minutes Gasmask stood their waiting in the silence, the only sound coming from Lovell's rustling of papers and the clinking of his glass.

Finally, Lovell looked up and was startled to see Gasmask before him. About to reprimand him for disturbing him, Lovell recalled that he had asked Gasmask to appear before him, as he had a special assignment that none of the agents were up to.

"I am glad you finally showed up - your ten minutes late you know. I want you to be more punctual from now on, it is not seemingly to have you not held to the same standards everyone else is." Pulling out a sheet of paper from the stacks towering on his desk, Lovell quickly scanned it before handing it over to Gasmask. "That is your target, and all the information we have on it. Please take care of it for me."

Gasmask said nothing, but turned and walked away. Before he left, Lovell called out to him, causing him to stop and listen. "I am depending on you, Sam...do not disappoint me." Silence followed as the words sank in, and the air became heavy with it. Finally, Gasmask exited Lovell's office, and the tension that had built up dissipated.

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He crawled, on all fours, up the side of the building, his breath heavy and ripping with vulgar energy. sitting upon it's roof, perched as if a gargoyle, he watched through the skylight of the small home building, looking down at his victim from above, as they moved from the front door and into the living room. Saliva dripped heavily from his mouth, his teeth filed to sharp points. His eyes, red from disuse and mistreatment, watched with insane fervor at the vulnerability of his chosen victim...now, only to leap...and give praise to his god proper...

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Antonio huffed and puffed as he made his way down the street, finally sighting the address he was looking for, ans spying a man in a trenchcoat enter it, a shifty look upon his countenance, illuminated by light from within. Panicking, Antonio galvanized himself and gave a burst of energy towards the building, praying that hopefully he was in time...

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In a dark corner, a black mist began forming. It curled malignantly, grasping at nothing, as if trying to strangle it. It grew and grew, and as it did, it took shape, and became hard. Colors rippled across the forming surfaces, as organs grew and flesh exploded from nothing and into something. Soon, a whole body was formed, and upon it clothes weaved themselves, and, only for a moment, a face could be seen, all humanity long washed from it's surface.

Gasmask shook himself, and flexed his hands. Looking about his surroundings, he strode from that dark corner in an abandoned room purposefully, and into the light of a hallway...

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Throwing open the door, Antonio barged into the dimly lit house, looking about, his gun at the ready. Scanning about with determination, he began to move cautiously about, keeping his senses and wits about him. Suddenly, a crash sounded from an adjacent room, and was followed by an inhuman scream. Rushing to the room, ATPG kicked the doors open, and fell on his rear in terrified shock.

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"Sorry miss, but we are gunna have to move you out for now and into a safer location. By orders of Doctor Lovell, we are to search this premises for the taint of psychics." The man finished pulling out a clipboard with names.

Adastriea's face turned a bright red, clearly ready to object, but the man's eyes quickly averted any protestations. There was something about them that was so hypnotizing...entrancing...dominating, and his smile was irrefutably irresistible. Stamping back into her house in frustration at being so easily turned, Adastriea collected that which she would need for the night, and then proceeded to let the gentleman escort her to the car.

Signaling to his unwilling partner, Winston Hughes, who had been asked to stand in for Adastriea at her apartment until proper authorities could arrive, the gentleman got in the drivers seat, as Winston got out of it, and looking in the rearview mirror at Adastriea, he smiled. "Ready miss?"

Adastriea responded off-handedly in the affirmative, and with his cane at his side, the gentleman pressed on the gas and they disappeared into the night, leaving poor Winston behind, a simple townsperon thrust into a ridiculous situation, to watch over her house.

Quickly entering inside, Winston made for the study, finding a half smoked cigar and a full bottle of whiskey. Smiling smugly to himself, he popped open the whiskey and started to pour himself a glass, when from above the skylight shattered and a mass of fury and limbs descended upon him...

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Antonio watched as before him a being that resembled something human ripped and tore at Winston Hughes body, who was whimpering from pain far to much for his brain to stand. He was dumbfounded, for this could not be right...he was not here for Winston, but for Winston he was here, this was true. His mind fizzled at the problem, and his conscious sank into the background as instincts took over. Fumbling with his gun, Antonio brought it to bear and aimed at the "thing" but was interrupted by the entrance of Gasmask behind him.

Whirling on the new intruder, Antonio pulled the trigger, and a round hit Gasmask square in the chest. Grunting, Gasmask grabbed the babbling Antonio by the throat, he crushed his neck in the palm of his hand and tossed Antonio's twitching body to the wayside, his attention centering on the creature which had finished with Winston. Turning around and facing Gasmask, it sensed it could not win, and dashed at an open window, busting through and disappearing into the murky darkness of the night.

Looking down at Winston's flayed body, his flesh pulled apart and his internals pulled apart to form 3 letters, Gasmask decided that he had nothing more to do here, and quickly dissipated back into the dark mist from whence he came.

As the light faded from both Antonio's and Winston's eyes, a gentleman in a white fedora and suit appeared, brandishing a cane. His eyes gleamed with delightful malevolence, and underneath the suit of the dashing man rippled a thousand unnamed, crawling horrors. He merely tipped his hat, and smiled...

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Far away from the madness of the night, Diamanto was getting ready to go to bed, and was finishing up by brushing his teeth. Halfway through, he stopped to check his handiwork, when his reflection suddenly twitched. Taken aback, Diamanto peered inquisitively at his likeness. After a minute of nothing happening, he shrugged and relegated it to nothing more then his eyes playing tricks on him.

As soon as he went back to brushing his teeth, his reflection dropped it's tooth brush and slammed it's hands upon the glass mirror, which promptly shook as if from impact. Diamanto fell and crawled backwards as he watched his reflection open it's mouth in a scream, the foaming toothpaste bubbles in it's mouth bubbling over in a froth. As the bubbles grew, each one began to take on a face, and crimson blood began to ink it's way across the surface of the monstrous blobs.

Like a demented fire, flesh began to consume the froth, turning bubble into blister, and the faces into a screaming chorus, all held within the ever expanding razor sharp toothy maw of the most hideous reflection. Diamanto screamed like a child and tried to escape by pressing himself through his bathroom wall, but to no avail, and as he pushed to escape, the monster in the mirror pushed it's way through the mirror, which warped with such terrifying sound.

Closing his eyes, Diamanto screamed until his throat became dry, and only an hour afterwards did he dare look about to see that all was back to as it had been, and his reflection was as cowardly as he was. He had escaped the nightmare...but for how long?


ATPG, aka Antonio Tammaro Palmiro Guerra and Winstons Hughes, aka Winstons Hughes, have been killed during the night.

Alive(32)
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Beefy187
Double A
Renata
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
slashandburn
Scienter
Yaropolk
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Thermal Mercury
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Roadkill
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel

Quite Dead(9)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes

Begin Day 5...

You may begin voting now - day will last for 24 hours. You will receive night results within the following hour.

[Seon]

Oh great ghost of ATPG, heed our calls and lead us into greatness, please share your insights on who or what the beings that crawl through the nights may be.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

So did lynching CDF unleash this Diamanto character?

[Splitpersonality]

So did lynching CDF unleash this Diamanto character?

Could be the final cult, simply not wanting to die like the other two did...

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

So did lynching CDF unleash this Diamanto character?

( not even being a ghost sucks by the way.....)

[Diamondeye]

So did lynching CDF unleash this Diamanto character?

I think I know where this is headed. For the good of the town: vote: Diamondeye

[DELETE_THIS]

I think I know where this is headed. For the good of the town: vote: Diamondeye

Weirdly I tend to agree, Winston was clearly killed by a CFC visitor. So Diamondeye.

[Diamondeye]

Weirdly I tend to agree, Winston was clearly killed by a CFC visitor. So Diamondeye.

This yells scum to me.

Follow this line of thoughts:
-Nictel is scum-
-He's killed Winston.
-He doesn't read through the update properly.
-But when he sees an accusation against me, he jumps the chance to dry it off on me.

Please, lynch Nictel asap. Either before or after getting rid of me.

EDIT: Heck he didn't even bother looking at the busdriver switch... What the?

[Renata]

Your interpretation of "clearly" is far different from mine. (Also, your vote formatting is wrong. /helpful ) I get the following from today's write-up:

-- Mr Stinky-bubbles has a new disciple.
-- Andres/Gasmask (who is rather more than just a guy in a funky costume) killed ATPG
-- ATPG was bodyguard for Adastreia?
-- someone who said he was from Lovell acted as a bus-driver to switch Adastreia and Winston, in the process protecting Adastreia from that point-toothed guy
-- "Diamante" (Diamondeye?) is having something nasty happen to him, maybe

Heck with it. Diamondeye probably does have to die, but in the meantime
vote: Nictel for scummy skimming. There's nothing in there that indicates CFC.

[Renata]

Um, or, what Diamondeye just said.

[Scienter]

Your interpretation of "clearly" is far different from mine. (Also, your vote formatting is wrong. /helpful ) I get the following from today's write-up:

-- Mr Stinky-bubbles has a new disciple.
-- Andres/Gasmask (who is rather more than just a guy in a funky costume) killed ATPG
-- ATPG was bodyguard for Adastreia?
-- someone who said he was from Lovell acted as a bus-driver to switch Adastreia and Winston, in the process protecting Adastreia from that point-toothed guy
-- "Diamante" (Diamondeye?) is having something nasty happen to him, maybe

Heck with it. Diamondeye probably does have to die, but in the meantime
vote: Nictel for scummy skimming. There's nothing in there that indicates CFC.

IDK, I think the Diamante/Diamondeye is too obvious. Not sure I buy it.

[Diamondeye]

So the fact that Sigurd was "Sigurd Sigurdsson", ATPG was something with four names that sported A, T, P and G as capital letters and Winston Hughes was Winstos Hughes or something like that, combined with the fact that I am so sure of the name that I am voting to kill myself for the good of the town is not enough hint for you?