tSR WEREWOLF 20XX: THE SPRITERS DESTROY THEMSELVES *GAME IS OVER, SPRITE THIEVES WIN*

[Sol]

Day 3

Sol sparked into existence in front of the group of members waiting for him. Hoping they had finally made a choice, he questioned eagerly, "So, who am I banning today? Who'd you guys pick?"

A few people suggested Shadow Kami, but it wasn't enough. Even fewer put forth [robo9]'s name. Sol placed his hand over his face.

"If you don't get anyone banned at all, you're going to fail anyway. Is avoiding a possible mistake worth automatic failure to you? Think about it."

Sol took a look at the group of members for a moment, and blinked out of sight once again.

No majority was reached, so no one was banned.

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Night 3

It was now the third night since this whole mess had begun. A cold wind swept through the index, but aside from that, the entire expanse was devoid of sound or movement.

Until someone stepped out from a thread and quickly made their way to another close by. They did not stay long, though, and ran again to the next. Were they looking for something? Or someone?

Britt took a step into the thread, scoping the place for his target.

"I don't think he's here," he announced to the empty room. He turned to leave.

Running at a brisk pace, Britt began moving towards the next thread, and looking back for a moment, he saw- well, he couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a dark shape off in the distance. Could it be another member? It didn't matter, he was already a long way off from them. He slowed down as he reached the outside of the next thread he would search. He made his way inside, and once again did not find his target. "Damn it, this is taking longer than I thought."

"Hey." A voice called out.

Britt turned to look. There was a figure here, after all, but it was not who he was looking for. They stood against the far wall, a hood obscuring most of their face.

"Do you want to see something I made?

Britt took a step back. "Uh actually, I don't really think I do."

"I worked really hard on it. You'll really like it."

Britt very much wanted to leave now. "I don't want to see it, really, sorry."

"Just take a look at it. Just tell me what you think! Come on!"

There was anger in the person's voice now, and they stepped forward a few steps.

"I want to see if you have any comments on it. I'm gonna show you, okay? God."

"Seriously don't, I don't want to-"



Britt didn't have much to say. He didn't have much of anything. He was gone now.

In another part of the forum, Sir Zabadaben was browsing through some humorous pictures. "HA, oh man, that caption put to that guy's weird face, that's, that's just great." Another member came up beside him and gazed at the picture. "Haha, that IS funny, hahaha."

They shared a bit of laughter.

"Hahahaha, haha."

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

"Ha."

And then, unsettling silence.

Zabadaben turned to look at his company, but in a split second, they held his wrists in a tight grip.

"Wait, please don't!"

He fought to break free of their grasp, but it wasn't going to happen.

"So you were a werewolf this whole time? The entire time?"

Zabadaben's attacker gave him a confused look. "A werewolf? What are you even talking about? Anyway."

Riiiiip. Pixels littered the floor.

The figure laughed as they walked away.

Britt could not stand the trauma of seeing a recolor, and was banned. He was the Lurker, an Innocent who could track another user each night and see who they targeted.
Sir Zabadaben had his sprite stolen and was banned. He was the Requester, a neutral role who could stop night from occurring once.

Day 4 Begins. Majority is 7.