As the day comes to a close, suspicion piles up quickly on Llandros, who tries to defend himself but is overwhelmed by the majority consensus. Resigned to his fate, he gives in and is eliminated.
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You are PSYDUCK. (Llandros)
You are a clone like the rest of your fellows on the island... or so you think. That's what everyone else is, anyway. You vaguely remember an epic staring contest with a mirror image, but it's been a while, and your headaches certainly haven't let up since.
There is a vague feeling that you might have been useful if your headaches weren't getting in the way, but... they are. You have no powers.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
You are a clone like the rest of your fellows on the island... or so you think. That's what everyone else is, anyway. You vaguely remember an epic staring contest with a mirror image, but it's been a while, and your headaches certainly haven't let up since.
There is a vague feeling that you might have been useful if your headaches weren't getting in the way, but... they are. You have no powers.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
Day dawns, cool and breezy, with faint motes of light still lingering in the air. As mid-morning comes around once again and the remaining players straggle in to the pre-arranged gathering at the lake, a quick headcount finds Reiha missing from their number.
Wigglytuff (Reiha) lies in a limp heap, appearing for all the world to be asleep. However, she shows no sign of stirring, even when shaken...
Wigglytuff (Reiha) lies in a limp heap, appearing for all the world to be asleep. However, she shows no sign of stirring, even when shaken...
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You are WIGGLYTUFF. (Reiha)
A clone like the rest of your fellows on the island, you have been leading a life of freedom since the fateful battle against your natural-born brethren. Your song is as sleep-inducing as your unevolved form's, but you've given that up (your audience seems more pissed than rested when they wake) in favour of trying to keep everyone's spirits up.
You may only post in the happycheerful colour pink (#FFC0CB or #FF00FF). You have no other abilities.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
A clone like the rest of your fellows on the island, you have been leading a life of freedom since the fateful battle against your natural-born brethren. Your song is as sleep-inducing as your unevolved form's, but you've given that up (your audience seems more pissed than rested when they wake) in favour of trying to keep everyone's spirits up.
You may only post in the happycheerful colour pink (#FFC0CB or #FF00FF). You have no other abilities.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
STFU SCUM! 
Okay... this was... unexpected.
And you still haven't told me what you find so strange about me Dugan.
And you still haven't told me what you find so strange about me Dugan.
