The Sniper may be back, but that wasn't going to stop
Ginji of Thunder from having a good time. Tonight was his usual night out, and that wasn't going to change just because of a mysterious warning and a rampant killer. The Sniper had an entire town to go after; why would he bother with him?
Turns out, the Sniper had a very good reason to bother with him, regardless of whether Ginji knew it. He tuned his scope to adjust for the wind speed, took his shot,and watched Ginji crumple before he packed up his rifle and left.
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How was he alive? Why hadn't the Sniper checked to see whether he was dead? He hadn't been shot lethally. Instead Ginji found himself bleeding out on the pavement and hoping someone would come to him.
"You really should have listened to my warnings, Ginji."
He knew that voice. That voice belonged to the person who gave him a warning. "You..." he coughed out, feeling himself dying.
"Sorry to say, you're beyond help, friend..." the mysterious figure said, chuckling as he watched Ginji die. "Arrivederci."
Once he was sure the deed had been done, the figure disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
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"Mary Mary, Quite Contrary, How does your garden grow?" The Crazed Killer said, chuckling to himself as he went about his business. "With silver bells and cockle shells" he continued as he tightened the thumbscrews on
Kisuke Yamada, eliciting a terrified scream. He cut the screams short with a quick stab to the throat, and listened to the gurgles for a few moment.
The CK watched him struggle, and finally stopped moving. Bored, he walked away, finishing his nursery rhyme as he walked. "Pretty maids all in a row..." he said, discarding his bloody outfit.
He hoped that he could make more of these pretty maids, he decided, running his hand over a tombstone. He would, in fact. And he couldn't wait.
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The police were shocked by what they saw. They had never seen a murder so brutal; it was unheard of. "We need to do something..." one said to another nervously. No one wanted to have to deal with this. Cleaning it up, investigating... These seemed impossible right now.
"Sorry to say, I'm not a news reporter, and have no clue for you," someone said behind them. "If you'll excuse my candidness, I doubt it'd do you much good anyway." The two officers turned. No one was there, but there was someone clearly running away.
"Hey you! You're under arrest for suspicious behavior," they said after catching
Insomnesiac. She had no idea what was going on; she only knew they were putting her in jail for taking a morning jog.
The Scratch watched on and laughed. Last night had been a productive one, and getting someone else jailed was just the icing on the cake for him.
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This time around the Sniper Game introduces a new role - the enigmatic Scratch. Seemingly nigh-omnipotent, he's in the perfect position to completely change the flow of the game.
The Scratch's talents are twofold - He knows who is going to die in each round, and he can send messages to the Sniper through me. The Sniper is allowed to change their Kill based off the Scratch's message; the Scratch will not learn about the kill change. He can only send messages to the Sniper, however; the CK isn't sane enough to listen to him.
However, the Scratch isn't required to do anything; it's entirely up to the player what they do with the role. They can send messages, they can ally with the G Team and try to shut down kills, they can hint to the Sniper who they think is in a role; it's all up to them.
The Scratch is a constant role - If he dies or is jailed, the title gets passed on, with only the original Scratch the wiser.