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Day 15: Inkblots and protection.

Gambol was trying to keep track of everyone's cries of "so-and-so's suspicious" when all of a sudden, as he was writing -_Sanity Eater_-'s name...

The ink pen broke.

Everyone gasped. This... this was her sign of guilt.

So they threw Sanny in jail.

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That night, while the lone sheriff was out on patrol, Torgo decided to pay Manos a visit.

"M-M-M-Master..."

A bit disgruntled, Aiden rose from his cot.

"What do you want?"

"Sh-Sh-Sh-Sheriff w-w-won't... g-g-go a-a-away f-f-from..."

"What, your next dead body?"

Torgo nodded. Aiden sighed.

"Keep to the shadows then," Aiden said.

"W-W-W-W--"

"That's an order!"

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Day 15:

-_Sanity Eater_- ( 7 ) has been jailed!
The Sheriff has protected.


Voting begins now.

Day 17: A sighting.

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With no sheriff in town, the officers are really starting to take some serious action.

Today, they arrested The Retanator because she was planting flowers, on the grounds of cruelty to the ground.

Personally, I think it should've been on the grounds of cruelty to the flowers. Ain't nothing growing around here.

Gambol sighed, and looked over at Azrael Makar - who was lighting up a cigarette on the back porch. It had grown dark by now - and cooler. This was the time of day when most people would go outside... but today, it was just Gambol and Azrael. Everyone else was too scared to venture out at night.

"Know what, Azrael?" Gambol said.

Azrael grunted.

"We're the last men left here," Gambol continued.

Azrael blew out a puff of smoke.

"Yeah." Azrael said.

With a sigh, Gambol shook his head and went into the house. It had been a little over two weeks - and not even three-fourths of the town was left. The town had gotten quieter... and emptier. Those that escaped... were lucky. Those that hadn't...

Gambol heard a cry of alarm from Azrael - which was quickly silenced by a series of dull blows. Nothing short of terrified, Gambol ran outside - to find a pool of blood where Azrael had been standing before. Only a yard or two away was a shadowy figure, with eyes that glimmered like cat eyes as light hit them. Gambol froze.

"s**t."

The figure started mumbling - and then lunged at Gambol. Gambol darted back into the house, and drew the curtains - trying to lock the door between him and this... being. Frantically, the being slammed against the door as hard as it could, screaming animalistically as it banged its fists against the window.

After two or so minutes, the screaming stopped.

After five, so did the banging.

After ten, Gambol got together the nerve to draw open the curtain.

There were bloody hand prints all over the window.

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Day 17:

Azrael Makar ( 31 ) has been killed!
The Retanator ( 62 ) has been jailed!

sweetnessfairy ( 27 ), your remaining sheriff... has left town due to inactivity.

Day 19: Endgame. (Congrats to the winners!)

Now with extra long ending!

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Gambol carefully inspected the outside of his house when he woke up.

"Must've... fallen asleep... sometime," Gambol grumbled.

From the looks of it, Torgo hadn't shown up the night before. But he couldn't be too sure. Hair bristling on the back of his neck, nervous, Gambol went around his house, opening the blinds to the windows. Those bloody stains were still on the back door's window.

Gambol shuddered. Something had to be done. Something... but what?

A timid knock on the front door broke Gambol's thought train. Hesitating, Gambol decided to answer the door. A nervous ks was standing at the doorstep.

"Gambol?" ks said.

"... it's good to see you," Gambol replied.

"I thought you might not have... been... here," ks said.

Gambol sighed.

"I had a close call," Gambol said.

"So you're... the only one that's actually seen... whatever Torgo is, right?" ks replied.

"It was dark," Gambol said, flinching a bit. "I didn't get a good look."

"But this is our chance," ks insisted.

Gambol shook his head.

"I'm... just not sure about this," Gambol said.

"Come on. Insom's waiting at the jailhouse," ks said.

"You think it's... her...?" Gambol said.

"Yeah. It's Bellecat." ks replied, with a grin.

Gambol frowned - and reluctantly went with her. ks skipped ahead - cheerful. She ran up to Bellecat's door, knocked it - and stepped out of the way. Gambol stepped up - right as Bellecat opened the door.

"Hey guys! How can I help you?" Bellecat said.

"We've... got a spot in the jailhouse for you," Gambol said.

ks grabbed one of Bellecat's arms by the elbow.

"Well, come on," ks said.

"Wait, what are you doing? I didn't do it," Bellecat replied.

Gambol took Bellecat's other arm, and leaned to whisper in her ear.

"Tonight... I'm going to finally do it. I'm taking matters into my own hands," Gambol muttered.

Bellecat pulled away from the two of them, staring at Gambol in disbelief.

"You've finally lost it, haven't you?" Bellecat said.

Gambol shook his head.

"No, you can't pull that on me," Belle continued.

"What do you mean? Belle? Gambol?" ks asked.

"I'm... going to my house now," Gambol muttered.

"I'm going to the jailhouse," Belle replied. "I'll be safer there."

Gambol sighed, and walked away from the two.

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That night, Gambol locked his door - and ascended the stairs of his house to the attic. There, in a long box in the corner... was a shotgun. Gambol trembled with nervous energy.

"I never thought I'd have to use this..." Gambol said.

Trying to calm himself down, Gambol cleaned off the shotgun - and began loading it. He put a few shells in his pocket, just in case.

I'm going to do it. I have a bad feeling that ks isn't going to make it...

At that moment, Gambol heard a piercing shriek from outside - and a frantic rapping on the front door.

"Gambol? GAMBOL! OPEN UP! OPEN UP!" ks screamed amidst shrieks.

Gambol snapped the barrel closed - as he heard a familiar, confident laugh from outside.

"Torgo, this is mastery. Beautiful. You will be well rewarded."

Gambol's eyes widened.

"... Manos," Gambol whispered.

"Now... I know you're in there, Gambol. Don't make this too hard on yourself." Manos said.

Gambol shuddered.

"I'm still going to do this. I have more than two shells. I can take them both out," Gambol said to himself.

"H-H-Hurry. M-M-Master... doesn't l-l-like waiting," Torgo said - in a rather familiar voice.

"They trusted her with the jail house. Fools," Gambol muttered.

"Right," Gambol shouted. "I'm coming down."

Descending the staircase, he started thinking about how it was all going to play out - he was going to shoot them all, and then he was going to free everyone from the jail house...

And then they were all going to get out of there.

Gambol brandished the shotgun, and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Here goes nothing," Gambol muttered.

He flung open the door - to find Aiden Blake and Insomnesiac standing a few yards away... with a crowd of reanimated people behind them. A freshly dead ks was lying between them.

"M-M-M-Master... s-s-serves m-m-me w-well," Insomnesiac said.

"I had a feeling it was you," Gambol said.

He aimed his shotgun at Insomnesiac's head. Manos laughed.

"Now, now," Manos said. "Let's not be hasty."

"I've thought a lot about this. First, it's going to be her... and then it's going to be you." Gambol replied.

"Good, good," Manos said.

"M-M-M-M-Master..." Torgo said, stepping side to side, uneasily.

"Listen, Gambol," Manos said. "It's going to work like this. You're going to either come with me, or you're going to come with me. I have... special things planned for you."

Gambol's finger grew more tense around the trigger of the shotgun.

"N-N-No," Gambol said.

Torgo's eyes darted - and then she tackled Gambol as the shotgun fired. The shell blast fired harmlessly into the air. Gambol gasped.

"N-No..." Gambol repeated.

Manos walked slowly up to Gambol until he was standing over him.

"Yes... you'll make a very good servant," Manos said. "Just like the rest of them."


Just...

... like the rest of them.

Gambol gasped - as Manos' eyes glowed fiercely.

"Y... yes... M-M-M-M... M-M-M..."

"Master," Manos said.

"Master," Gambol replied.

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Bellecat has been jailed - ks has been killed...

The Killers have won!

Good game, everyone.