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DAY 1.2: Rooftops and Swords

"Up on the Housetop, reindeer pause:
Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus!
Down through the chiminey with lots of toys,
All for the little ones, Chrstmas--"
"Hey! Who the heck are you!" KeJoRo's hand was already halfway in the bag when he saw the shadowy figure. KeJoRo's beard was askew and covered in soot; his red suit three sizes too big. The little elf stepped forward and smiled. Out of the green bag he was carrying, he pulled out a rather large sniper rifle.

"I'm the elf who YOU shorted a paycheck, fatty!"

KeJoRo blinked, then started to panic. "Wait! You've got the wrong man in a red suit! I'm a temp--!"

BLAAAAAM!

Red blood started to pool around the base of the tree, while the elf hummed a merry tune, placing presents from the large red bag at the base of the tree.


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"OMYGOSH! This is thee most perfect sword I have ever seen!" Insomnesiac took the sword off the shelf and swung it a few times, getting the feel for it's weight. The other shoppers stayed a safe distance from her before avoiding the section entirely. Insom swung the sword with wild abandon, giggling with glee. Swish-swish

A shopper soon came to the area, glaring at Insom. They mumbled something under their breath, and Insom turned to face them. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Swish-swish

"I said, that's the sword I must have!" The Shopper let out a frenzied battle cry and ran at Insom, knocking her to the ground and sending the sword flying. The Shopper then leaped from Insom's back at the sword. Picking up the sword, the Shopper turned around and started chopping into a dazed Insom.

"YOU! HAVE! RUINED! MY! PRESENT!!!" The shopper soon calmed down, selected another sword from the shelf, and made their way to the front to pay for the purchase. Poor Insom was left with the 'ruined' sword until she was found the next morning.


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"I'm telling you -- I help Santa at the North Pole!"

"Yeah, a likely story," sneered the town Sheriff, looking Hatmaster up and down. "You don't even look like an elf!"

"That's kinda the point, so we can investgate for Santa anywhere. Here! Here's my badge and Notebook, issued only at the North Pole!" The Sheriff took them, gave the articles a quick look, then threw them over his shoulder into the snow.

"Hey! I'm telling Santa to put you on the naughty list!"

"Yeah, yeah. Tell him in your phone call." The Sheriff laughed as Hattie was driven off to the station.


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KeJoRo has been shot by the Disgruntled Elf!
Insomnesiac has been hacked into little presents by the Crazed shopper!
Hatmaster, one of Santa's Helpers, has been jailed!


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Basically a Vanilla game, with Christmas themes and set in a ski-resort kind of town.

Role retitles:
Sniper = Disgruntled Elf
Crazy Killer = Crazed Shopper
G-Team = Mountain Rangers [2-3]
News Reporters = Santa's Helpers [There will be 2]

There will also be a group role if at least 40 people sign up, with 5-7 people in the group. These people will be Charity Santas, who will know each other and will have no additional roles, in addition to being able to collect information together for an activity "Naughty or Nice" list every few updates that may or may not have the killer listed in it.

Also, every few updates, the ghosts of Christmas past [dead people] will be able to bring one person back from the dead via a special vote.