Welcome to Dubioville: Population
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The good doctor (he was wearing a lab coat) paused at the entrance of the small hamlet nestled in the countryside. He had heard off the wire that the small village was experiencing problems with a mafia syndicate and the sign positioned at its entrance indicated that. For a sign meant to welcome, it certainly faired better at driving away. All travelers that used to pass through the village on business purposes had ceased to arrive, leaving the small town faltering in its economy. The situation at hand seemed bleak, especially since the villagers could not decipher the location or identity of the mafia.
Dubioville needed the good doctor.
Despite the coat and the name, the man was not really a doctor. He had given up the profession long ago and had since employed his mind to seeking out and destroying mafias, werewolf plagues, and other ne'er-do-wells and villains that troubled villages, cities, and towns across the globe. He had become a doctor of threats rather than a doctor of health, a doctor of places rather than people, hence why he hadn't abandoned the title or the appearance of one. Dubioville was just another exercise of his mental ability to heal the town of its current problems.
The good doctor sought the village inn immediately. He needed a place to sleep and a base of operations to work from and the inn would provide a perfect place for him to work. He quickly found it positioned at the entrance to the town opposite of the entrance he arrived from (the exit, from the good doctor's point of view). He entered inside and surveyed the almost-desolate bar. In one corner was one young man quietly sipping on some booze. The good doctor disregarded him and instead approached the bar.
"Excuse me, are you the innkeeper here?" he asked.
"Huhwut...oh, a trav'ler. Haven't had 'ne o' ya around 'ere. Whassup?"
"I would like a room for the next few days. Hurry! My poor feet are tired...," the doctor responded.
"Patience, laddy. Se'lle down 'n lemme grab th' innkeeper," the barkeeper responded. He disappeared out a door behind him. The good doctor settled down at a chair on the bar. He kept glancing over his shoulder every few minutes at the young man in the corner. Thankfully, he had fallen asleep in his beer and was quietly snoring, but that didn't prevent the good doctor from being on guard. A few minutes later, the barkeeper had returned with the innkeeper in tow.
"A'ight, this guy needs a room. 'Ook 'im up, man," the barkeeper said.
"Sure. Whaddya need, bub?" the innkeeper suggested.
"I need a room for the next few days. I can pay," the good doctor responded.
"Usu'lly, I'd give it t' ya, but dem mafia, they been givin' us grief recently. It's been 'bit dangerous. You sure you wanna?" the innkeeper asked, genuinely caring for the good doctor's well-being.
"Yes, for I want to help with the problem...! My name is Sprite and I'm here to rid you of your mafia problem, but I need a room to work from," the good doctor said. "Please give me one!"
"Well, if yeh say so..." the innkeeper said. "Th' name's Bacon. Chris P. Bacon. Yeh can call m' Chris. This here's Frankie, the barkeeper." He then leaned over and whispered, "Lock yer room, he gets a li'l giddy lookin' at the men-folk."
"Rude," Sprite responded. "How much for the room?"
"Oh. 'ive gold pieces a night, but yer free if yeh can get rid o' the mafia," Chris said. "Frankie'll show yeh up to yer room."
"Thanks!" Sprite responded and followed Frankie up the steps.
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The man in the corner cracked his eyes open. He gave a mad grin and dashed out the door. The good doctor was here? Of all places? Beautiful. Time to wreck him.
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Welcome to Experimental Werewolf I! The first of its kind, it uses an experimental method of hosting in order to try to determine a way to fix the overall brokenness that role claim presents. How? Well...you'll see. But for the moment, enjoy what you can.
Players:
Still alive:
1. Ryker / ???? / ????
2. Eklipse / ???? / ????
3. Lactose / ???? / ????
4. Magnatoon / ???? / ????
5. Galakazoo / ???? / ????
6. TehBrawlGuy / ???? / ????
7. Demon Kirby / ???? / ????
8. Shinarouji / ???? / ????
9. Nabeshin / ???? / ????
10. Drugs! / ???? / ????
11. Soldier 2 / ???? / ????
12. Desmond / ???? / ????
13. Doromac / ???? / ????
14. GBrute / ???? / ????
15. Peekajoo / ???? / ????
Sleepin' with da fishes:
Galakazoo [Jester] Lynched D1
Shinarouji [Townie] Killed N1
Subs:
1. Leafy
2. Midnite
3. Eki
4. Tizoc
5. Flutist