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Yeah KT was busy with work by his own admission last time we just lynched him without cause, not sure why were trying the same thing again.

I’ll move over to Gralin thanks boncer34 Tarkyn_24
didnt read the rules did you there wiz, or the thread I guess
 

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So why am I voting Gralin?
just to end the phase so people with actions can go again really

I'm pretty much only option unless you want to lynch KT who has claimed a good role
 

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Could you die quietly? Thanks
willy wonka and the chocolate factory fainting GIF
 
G’day Filthy. What has replaced the Grazery?

Vietnamese place has moved in. Not bad banh mi, pretty good spring rolls.
 
Phase 1 lynch
In the quiet town of Forks, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, a dark cloud hung heavy in the air. The recent death of Bluelegs, a beloved member of the community, had cast a shadow of fear and suspicion over the once tranquil town. Whispers of vampires and dark forces lurked in the shadows, preying on the innocent, spread like wildfire through the tight-knit streets.

Amongst the villagers, Gralin was an outsider, a solitary figure whose mysterious past and reclusive nature made him an easy target for their fear-fueled paranoia. With his weathered face and piercing gaze, Gralin was often the subject of whispered rumors and speculative glances.

As tensions reached a boiling point, fueled by grief and uncertainty, the villagers turned their accusing eyes towards Gralin, convinced that he was the source of their woes. They saw in him a convenient scapegoat, a symbol of all their deepest fears and suspicions.

On a moonless night, a mob of angry villagers descended upon Gralin's modest cottage, their torches casting flickering shadows upon the walls. They dragged him from his home, heedless of his protests and pleas of innocence, their minds clouded by righteous indignation.

In the town square, amidst the jeering crowd, Gralin stood bound and helpless, his eyes wide with terror as the noose tightened around his neck. The air was thick with the stench of fear and hatred as the villagers prepared to mete out their own brand of justice.

As the noose tightened around Gralin's neck, his last breaths were stolen by the unforgiving night. The mob dispersed, their hearts heavy with the weight of what they had done. In the silence that followed, the village of Forks was left to grapple with the bitter taste of regret and the haunting specter of their own cruelty. And as the dawn broke over the horizon, casting its golden light upon the scene of tragedy, Gralin's lifeless body swung silently in the breeze, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men.

Gralin (Villager) lynched.
 

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