crap, missed it :\

stupid schoolfree day made me sleep in!

Sorry

I'm sorry for not voting or even participating in chat. I was extremely drunk and I suffer from the worst hangover known to man since 1830.

It was the Belgian Revolution, and all the poor were given free alcohol for participating

That's exactly what happened yesterday

They didn't have much of a choice, town or town

well considering people vote between the times of 12 am and 9 am..

i am asleep during 12am - 7am.. like i said, i woke up late and was running late for school..

barely had time to present a defence..

i think the times should be the other way around tbh..
9am-9pm is day time.. people vote who they going to linch..
9pm-9am is night time.. we wake up at 9 to see who has been killed by mafia..

Shoot Sorry humidity

well considering people vote between the times of 12 am and 9 am..

i am asleep during 12am - 7am.. like i said, i woke up late and was running late for school..

barely had time to present a defence..

i think the times should be the other way around tbh..
9am-9pm is day time.. people vote who they going to linch..
9pm-9am is night time.. we wake up at 9 to see who has been killed by mafia..

we all live in different places my 9 am maybe 9 pm to you. times are fine. if you are dedicated you get on.

Keep day to 12 hrs, but make it 12 hrs, shorten night phase to take in account writing times and such like...

Also people whould be in chat as often as possible... why not use night phase to also talk about who you think is mob, or make yourself more trustable...

I agree with Maarten and fool, night phase should be a tad shorter.

Day phase is the only one which requires interaction from all the players, would be nice if we had a timetable which allowed everyone to defend/accuse, w/e.

Waking up to see you got lynched is not nice

Message to SK:

Please make your kills more fun! They're uninspirational! Give specific methods, not just "he must die". Thank you in advance, we hope to read gruesome and interesting stories from your career soon.

Oh and for all I care, traitors do the same! Let your imagination go wild, the power of magic is at your side!

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The Sorcerer of Illusions gave the OK and nodded. A loud splash of water was heard as two of the traitors held the man's head under water once more. He thrashed around as he struggled to breathe, spilling water from the large wooden tub all over the cold stone floor. After a few moments of feeling the air squeezed out of his lungs, his upper body was pulled upwards and out of the water. He sucked in as much air as he could muster and he felt alive once more as it filled his chest.

"TELL US WHO THE KING IS!" one of the traitors shouted once more. He was wearing a black hood which covered his face so it was difficult to tell who he speaking. The victim continued to take quick deep intakes of air as he caught his breath back. "I don't know I told you!" he pleaded. "Please let me go, I don't know anything!"

"There's far worse ways to die than drowning" said the sorcerer. His voice was deep and echoed as it bounced off the four walls of the room they were in. "We can demonstrate if you like." He clapped his hands together and the tub of water miraculously transformed into a large black steel cauldron filled with water. It was suspended about 1 foot in the air and a fire appeared underneath, which started to slowly heat the water.

The sorcerer clapped his hands together again and the victim slowly rose in the air and headed towards the boiling cauldron. Cords begain to appear and tie themselves around his arms and legs like vines so he was bound and unable to move. His feet touched the water first and it was already warm. He screamed out loud as he felt the heat from the fire below. He know it wouldn't take long before the water slowly boiled him alive.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! LET ME GOOOOO!" he shouted at full volume. The bottom of the cauldron burnt the soles of his feet when they made contact with it and he began to feel his skin starting to feel uncomfortable. He couldn't see what was happening, but open sores had started to develop. The traitors looked on and started laughing. They were enjoying this spectacle.

At that moment the door burst open and four knights burst into the room with their swords outstretched. "Who's there?!" one of them shouted. The traitors stopped laughing and the Sorcerer of Illusions immediately clapped his hands together. All three  people in the room phased into another part of the castle and the cauldron and fire disappeared. The water within the cauldron splashed to the floor and the victim also fell. He was visibly shaking and the sores on his arms and legs had erupted into giant burns which were oozing puss.

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The Sorcerer of Death impatiently paced around within the confines of his chambers. He had not been able to fall asleep last night, still agitated by the failed killing attempt. He decided that this night presented a fresh chance and it was time to fulfil his lust for blood again.

He had been lurking in the shadows all day, following his target without causing any suspicion. Today he wasn't going to let his kill slip through his fingers. It would not be long until his target would come.

He was right as approximately twenty minutes later his target appeared from around the corner, however he was not alone. Walking next to him was what seemed to be the executioner. For a moment he was doubting whether he would take them on both at the same time, but fate decided for him. The executioner stopped to rearrange his armour and they both parted their ways.

He waited until his target got around the corner as he quickly dashed out of the shadows, rushing towards the executioner who was standing with his back towards him. A sword made out of pure dark magic was forming around his hand as he approached the executioner. With one swift blow he pierced the sword right through the neck of the helpless man. The blade dissolved immediately as rushed on, he wanted to kill someone else and he was going proceed as planned.

As he came around the corner he saw his target just going around another corner on the other side of the hall. "Ahh he is still there" the sorcerer mumbled. He started running to make sure his target wouldn't get away. Within a few seconds he reached the corner were his target was just a few moments ago, he looked around but again his target was on the complete other side of the hallway, about to walk out of sight.

The black sorcerer cursed and started running even faster, he wouldn't be outwitted again tonight. Even faster than last time he darted down the hallway. Quickly he turned the corner, but as he did a large fist hit him hard in the face. Dazzled by the hard punch he fell to ground. His attacker approached him and prepared for another punch, but the dark sorcerer quickly phased away, shocked at what had just happened. The hard hit had made it unable to see who hit him and he wasn't going to wait and see how strong that person would be.

"Two failed nights in a row, how can this be?!!!" The sorcerer cursed.  Luckily it wasn't a complete disaster, murdering Nolio the executioner was surprisingly satisfying.

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It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All players have until 12:00 GMT on Thursday to vote on who they want lynched.