The day passes quietly until someone strikes up a calculated conversation about their roles in the game. As invidivuals come forth with information, Fania suddenly pipes up in the silence following Kiradawea's contribution, suspicion in her eyes. The rest are quick to show their support for her claims, and before Kiradawea manages to say anything in her own defense, she is eliminated by the majority vote.
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You are TENTACRUEL. (Caerulo/Kiradawea)
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. You have a bit more freedom than most because of your aquatic home, but you've heeded the call and returned to play the game.
Once every night, you can WRAP a target with your 80 (!) tentacles, effectively immobilising them for the night as well as preventing any actions from being performed on them. You cannot use this on yourself for obvious reasons.
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. You have a bit more freedom than most because of your aquatic home, but you've heeded the call and returned to play the game.
Once every night, you can WRAP a target with your 80 (!) tentacles, effectively immobilising them for the night as well as preventing any actions from being performed on them. You cannot use this on yourself for obvious reasons.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
Mid-morning comes around all too soon, the remaining players converging once again in front of the lake. A while passes before someone notices that Casilu is strangely absent.
Scyther (Casilu) lies in a limp heap, appearing for all the world to be asleep. However, she shows no sign of stirring, even when shaken...
Scyther (Casilu) 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 SCYTHER. (Casilu)
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. Impatient and competitive, you feel that the rules of the game make for an unexciting pace - and so you've taken things into your own hands. Scythes. Whatever.
Once every night, you can FALSE SWIPE a target to eliminate them from the game. You don't particularly want to hurt them, but you'll do what it takes to win.
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. Impatient and competitive, you feel that the rules of the game make for an unexciting pace - and so you've taken things into your own hands. Scythes. Whatever.
Once every night, you can FALSE SWIPE a target to eliminate them from the game. You don't particularly want to hurt them, but you'll do what it takes to win.
You win when all the imposters have been unmasked.
