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

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The sharpened stakes lay neatly aligned on a table. He could only hope to get the opportunity to drive as many of them through the hearts of these cursed vampires. More and more innocents were falling, this had to stop. Sitting there in grief, hiding in a corner would not help. He had to be ready. He had to stay as sharp as his stakes. They appeared to be at a lack of trustable information, he was not able to deduce who of the remaming members was evil. All he could do was trusting his instincts.
Previous Lincoln waited for nightfall.

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Vote: TorchManiac

Not that this vote does not count since I did not unvote Vipershark.