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"Mr. Demonsul, I am a federal agent. Unfortunately, I am an IRS agent so I dont really have much power ;) Are you aware the the impersonation of a law enforcement officer is a felony? And your shiny police badge.... you didnt file for that in your taxes! I am sorry, but your crimes are punishable by DEATH! DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

[VOTE: Demonsul]

[[OOC:

Lew - 2

Demonsul - 2

Barny - 2

You have got to be kidding me...>.<

I'll wait eight more hours...I hope this tie is broken by then...]]

[[ Lol I got 2 votes? Oh come on... the IRS gives people tax breaks!]]

Demonsul turned his head to face Lewatha. A small half-smile flickered across his face. "It appears you are outnumbered. Your position...compromised, to say the least. Your accusations were untrue, and they resulted in your doom. Any last words?"

Demonsul looks oddly at Wilber, before turning back to Lewatha. "Like I said, any last words?"

As the mob of people advanced on Lewatha, the Black Hand watched with mild amusement. Then, they piled on her, and beat her to death. After she was dead, one of the people searched her bag to find a laptop and a book on hacking. She was the hacker, and a member of the good team.

[[OOC: Lewatha is now dead. It is night, night people should send their targets.]]

[OOC: good job tards, now you will never know the real evil.]

[[ What kinda good guy has "A small half-smile flickered across his face" right before they are going to kill someone!? You're one suspicious mofo Demonsul. ;D]]

Travis wasn't shocked by Lewatha's death.

"Knew someone helping us would kick the bucket.  Now what'll happen to us?"

Moose, never shocked by anything was even less shocked by Lewatha's death than Travis

"I think she asked for it as soon as she walked through the door...god-like..weirdo..."

Moose walks over to Demonsul

"You said yesterday that you worked for Broniminan Force? I have a cousin who used to work narcotics there...you know a Ben O'Hurley?"

Demonsul shook his head. "Sorry, I was stationed in the Imperial Capital, there were a lot of officers there." after a while, he wandered back to his room, where he began drawing up papers of everything he learned from the interview. Page one was entitled; Prime Suspects.

DAMN IT! I AM THE MOTHERFUC*ING IRS! I warned you all of Lewatha's innocence, and yet you gang-raped her anyways! Her hacking book? She filed for that....

Hirgon took in everything he could, but somehow could not read the people around him.  Everyone seemed to have an aura that could be either good or evil.

Rhade's ghost sits in the air, floating near Demonsul while sipping on a ghostly tonic.

This should be entertaining....

[[OOC: Septim, should we know what roles the first two who died filled?]]

Demonsul woke to find himself in a prison. Going to the bars, he saw Rhade's corpse. With the guard dead, how was he going to get out? "Anyone going to help me? Please?"

Killer looked at the sleeping Dethos. He had not done anything over the past week or so. He pondered a while, suspicous of such actions, and decided that it might be best to kill him.

[Vote: Dethos. ]

Demonsul stepped out of the caell, and looked around. There were only five people left.

"We're in deep trouble here...there are killers here, and I need to find out who killed who. I'm almost certain I saw...but I need more evidence."

Demonsul goes off to examine the bodies.

Hirgon went to examine the bodies after Demonsul finished.  He thought to himself afterwards, "Nothing is ever what it seems; this is too simple, almost too clear."  And then, aloud, "It is interesting that it should come down to this."

"Well, gentlemen, it has come down to this.  How the remaining visitors on this island cast their ballots will show us where their loyalties lie (to a degree), and whether or not their words were true.  It's unfortunate that we have had to become murderers ourselves.  It's also unfortunate that the biggest liar on this island will go free today, but the first ballots have already been cast," said Hirgon as he turned to look at Rhade's cage, and then at the security guard's body, wondering all the time how the policeman who killed him was coping.

[[Vote: Killer]]

Moose could finally sit back and relax now that the sadist was dead. He had run into a few of them in his time, sick creatures.

"This doesn't make up for losing Lewatha, but it will help me sleep tonight. Any of you need me, you know where to find me."

Moose stopped by the bar and slammed three shots of Cuervo in succession and then headed to bed for the night.

As Moose Jaw patrolled the house, a shadow came behind him. He aimed his 9mm Beretta, a policeman's gun, at where the shadow had been, and cursed.
"Keep your head sharp, Moose, keep it sharp!" said Moose.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a throwing knife flew and struck Moose in the neck. As he fell to the ground, Demonsul, the murderer, stepped into the light and gave a chuckle.
"Fool..." he said.
"Peek-a-boo!" said a voice before three shots rang out, all three found Demonsul, two striking him in the back and one in the neck. He was dead before he hit the ground.

[[Demonsul - Murderer - Dead
Moose Jaw - Policeman - Dead]]

***

The next morning, the two survivors found weapons in their rooms: revolvers. What they would do with them was completely up to them.

[[OOC: Since two of you are left, it's easy for both of you to assume eachother's roles. I was hoping that three would be left for an awesome Mexican standoff, but oh well. You have three choices.

1. Go looking for and attempt to kill the other player.

2. Attempt to set a pistol trap for the other player.

3. Look for and disarm any pistol traps.

This is like rock-paper-scizzors. 3 pwns 2, 2 pwns 1, 1 pwns 3. Have fun.]]

[[So its up to me eh?]]

"It seems that equal minds think alike," said the Black Hand as he watched through the cameras. Both Hirgon and Wilberforce were setting up pistol traps. After they were done, they both waited, after two hours of waiting, they both got anxious. Finally, they undid their pistol traps and went off searching. As Hirgon turned a corner, he saw Wilberforce aiming his gun at him. Hirgon fired off a round, striking Wilber in the stomach, Wilber shot Hirgon in the shoulder. Hirgon fell to the ground, Wilber did the same. Then, the front door opened, and a man walked in. He was a man that you would probably forget about if you met him in public, an average looking guy in his late forties.
"You both had fun, yes?" asked the man, "I sure did..."
Hirgon, recognizing the man from the broadcasts, raised his revolver at the man, but the Black Hand was too quick. He shot Hirgon's wrist with a custom automatic.
"Tsk tsk, not very civilized of you," said the Black Hand.
Wilber, with his last bit of energy, lunged at the Black Hand with his knife, aiming to drive it into the Black Hand's foot. The Black Hand sidestepped and kicked Wilber in the ribs, laughing.
"Knock it off," said the Black Hand, "You're both going to die, and in all honesty, I like you two. You're the survivors! The winners! Our lucky contestants! But unlike most shows, this one doesn't have a prize...there never was a chest!""
"Go to hell," said Hirgon through his teeth.
"What a typical goody-two-shoes remark," said the Black Hand.
"Go f*** yourself," said Wilber.
The Black Hand squeezed off a shot and Wilber's head exploded. The Black Hand then aimed his automatic at Hirgon and shot him through the head as well.
"Well, I'm going to have to do this again some time," said the Black Hand before leaving through the front door.

[[OOC: That concludes this round of werewolf. Good job Wilber and Hirgon, you made it to the end!

Now I believe Scientist has a werewolf round to host.]]