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I'm going to toss up P4L and CF as two alternatives.
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Kurve is a 'he' ?
I did not know that.
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Nice one Kurve. Well played.
The Majestic
Embracing the chaos.
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Günther was slain in the catacombs
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Whoops!
So do we have anything to go off?
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I am the devil that you forgot
Only Kurve stating who they think would most likely get recruited .
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I don’t know but now I really want to know. I love a vermicelli salad. There used to be one I’d get from a Thai place in either Marrickville or Newtown that was killer. I dream of it.
Phase 2 - Marcus kill
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In the serene village of Forks, nestled amidst the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, life unfolded in gentle rhythms, seemingly untouched by the tumultuous world beyond. Yet, beneath the tranquil surface, a sense of unease simmered, fueled by whispers of ancient powers and dark secrets lurking in the shadows.
Thewizardmelon, a respected teacher known for his wisdom and eccentricities, had long been a beloved figure among the villagers. His quaint cottage, nestled amidst a grove of ancient trees, served as both home and classroom, a sanctuary of knowledge and learning for the children of Forks.
But Marcus, the brooding sentinel of the Volturi, cared naught for the peaceful pursuits of mortals. With eyes as cold as the winter's night, he had come to Forks in search of power and domination, seeking to bend the will of the villagers to his dark desires.
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the village, Marcus emerged from the shadows, his presence heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his dark powers upon the unsuspecting villagers, their cries of terror echoing through the night.
Thewizardmelon, sensing the approaching danger, rallied his students to safety, his heart heavy with foreboding. But Marcus, with his relentless determination and thirst for power, pursued them with unwavering resolve, his eyes ablaze with the fire of ancient vengeance.
In the darkness of the forest, the two adversaries clashed, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of light and shadow. But in the end, it was Marcus who emerged victorious, his dark magic overwhelming Thewizardmelon's defenses.
As Thewizardmelon fell to the forest floor, his final words a whispered plea for mercy, the village of Forks was left to mourn the loss of their beloved teacher. And as the last vestiges of life slipped away from his broken body, the children he had taught gathered to pay their respects, vowing to never forget the lessons he had imparted and the sacrifices he had made to protect them.
But even in death, Thewizardmelon's legacy endured, a testament to the enduring power of knowledge and the eternal struggle between light and shadow. And as the villagers gathered to honor his memory, they vowed to never forget the price of their ignorance, and to remain ever vigilant against the encroaching darkness that threatened to consume them all.
thewizardmelon (Villager) killed by Marcus
Thewizardmelon, a respected teacher known for his wisdom and eccentricities, had long been a beloved figure among the villagers. His quaint cottage, nestled amidst a grove of ancient trees, served as both home and classroom, a sanctuary of knowledge and learning for the children of Forks.
But Marcus, the brooding sentinel of the Volturi, cared naught for the peaceful pursuits of mortals. With eyes as cold as the winter's night, he had come to Forks in search of power and domination, seeking to bend the will of the villagers to his dark desires.
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the village, Marcus emerged from the shadows, his presence heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his dark powers upon the unsuspecting villagers, their cries of terror echoing through the night.
Thewizardmelon, sensing the approaching danger, rallied his students to safety, his heart heavy with foreboding. But Marcus, with his relentless determination and thirst for power, pursued them with unwavering resolve, his eyes ablaze with the fire of ancient vengeance.
In the darkness of the forest, the two adversaries clashed, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of light and shadow. But in the end, it was Marcus who emerged victorious, his dark magic overwhelming Thewizardmelon's defenses.
As Thewizardmelon fell to the forest floor, his final words a whispered plea for mercy, the village of Forks was left to mourn the loss of their beloved teacher. And as the last vestiges of life slipped away from his broken body, the children he had taught gathered to pay their respects, vowing to never forget the lessons he had imparted and the sacrifices he had made to protect them.
But even in death, Thewizardmelon's legacy endured, a testament to the enduring power of knowledge and the eternal struggle between light and shadow. And as the villagers gathered to honor his memory, they vowed to never forget the price of their ignorance, and to remain ever vigilant against the encroaching darkness that threatened to consume them all.
thewizardmelon (Villager) killed by Marcus
Where did this run on ding come from?
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Kurve voted for him. Then Kurve was killed and the village (who aren't great at maths) put 2 and 2 together and got Ding.
jmoo wan
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although the chance that Ding isnt a villager is rapidly increasing
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I am the devil that you forgot
Ding also claimed he was happy to die to save kt from being lynched. Reckon ding is being set-up it just seems too convenient and easy
I usually put 2 and 2 together and come up with Santa claus
I miss thewizardmelon already
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Phase 2 - Caius kill
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In the serene coastal town of La Push, where the mighty Pacific Ocean meets the rugged shores of the Olympic Peninsula, life unfolded amidst the crashing waves and salty sea air. Among the locals, CursingFijian was a legend, known for his prowess on the waves and his easygoing nature that endeared him to all who crossed his path.
But Caius, the ruthless enforcer of the Volturi, cared little for the simple pleasures of mortal life. With eyes as cold as the winter's sea, he had come to La Push in search of power and domination, seeking to impose his will upon the unsuspecting villagers.
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the beach, Caius emerged from the shadows, his presence heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his dark powers upon the unsuspecting surfers, their cries of terror drowned out by the roar of the ocean.
CursingFijian, sensing the approaching danger, rode the waves with a skill and grace that seemed to defy the very forces of nature. But Caius, with his relentless determination and thirst for power, pursued him with unwavering resolve, his eyes ablaze with the fire of ancient vengeance.
In the darkness of the night, the two adversaries clashed, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of light and shadow. But in the end, it was Caius who emerged victorious, his dark magic overwhelming CursingFijian's defenses.
As CursingFijian fell to the sandy shore, his final words a whispered prayer for mercy, the surfers of La Push were left to mourn the loss of their beloved friend and champion. And as the last vestiges of life slipped away from his broken body, the waves crashed upon the shore, a haunting lament for a life cut short by the cruel hand of fate.
But even in death, CursingFijian's legacy endured, a symbol of the vibrant spirit of La Push and the resilience of its people. As the surfers gathered to honor his memory on the sandy shores of La Push, they vowed to carry on his legacy, riding the waves with the same passion and courage that had defined his life. And as they paddled out into the surf, their hearts heavy with grief but determined to keep his memory alive, they knew that CursingFijian would forever be a part of the rhythm of the ocean, a guiding presence in the ebb and flow of their lives.
CursingFijian (Villager) killed by Caius
But Caius, the ruthless enforcer of the Volturi, cared little for the simple pleasures of mortal life. With eyes as cold as the winter's sea, he had come to La Push in search of power and domination, seeking to impose his will upon the unsuspecting villagers.
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the beach, Caius emerged from the shadows, his presence heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his dark powers upon the unsuspecting surfers, their cries of terror drowned out by the roar of the ocean.
CursingFijian, sensing the approaching danger, rode the waves with a skill and grace that seemed to defy the very forces of nature. But Caius, with his relentless determination and thirst for power, pursued him with unwavering resolve, his eyes ablaze with the fire of ancient vengeance.
In the darkness of the night, the two adversaries clashed, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of light and shadow. But in the end, it was Caius who emerged victorious, his dark magic overwhelming CursingFijian's defenses.
As CursingFijian fell to the sandy shore, his final words a whispered prayer for mercy, the surfers of La Push were left to mourn the loss of their beloved friend and champion. And as the last vestiges of life slipped away from his broken body, the waves crashed upon the shore, a haunting lament for a life cut short by the cruel hand of fate.
But even in death, CursingFijian's legacy endured, a symbol of the vibrant spirit of La Push and the resilience of its people. As the surfers gathered to honor his memory on the sandy shores of La Push, they vowed to carry on his legacy, riding the waves with the same passion and courage that had defined his life. And as they paddled out into the surf, their hearts heavy with grief but determined to keep his memory alive, they knew that CursingFijian would forever be a part of the rhythm of the ocean, a guiding presence in the ebb and flow of their lives.
CursingFijian (Villager) killed by Caius
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This is an obvious setup of ding. Can't believe anyone voted for him after kurve flipped villager.
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The pile on was too easy
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