To run a Newspaper, you must know one thing: timing is everything. From when a writer must have his article in, right down to when an editor must review their content and submit it to their managers. It has been said about life, that the one thing we all have the most of… is lost time.
As the clocks struck 9, Xil made his rounds through the Headquarters.
Clean, he thought—or at least it was as clean as a newspaper building could get. He was rather impressed, that was, until he got to the Common Room.
There, having been bludgeoned by what looked like a Frying Pan, with bladish slashes all over her body, was a barely breathing but clearly alive
Fizzy. “I…I don’t know what happened...there was this woman, with a pan…and then these weird people dressed all in black and I…” Fizzy took a breath and tried to keep herself from shaking. Next to Fizzy was
Stephanie, who was fine, however, with odd coincidence had some blood on her hands. “I was trying to tend to her wounds, she’s been beat up by at least two different people.”
Xil nodded. “Well, so long as you’re alive Fizzy.” Deciding that Fizzy could do with some Ice Cream (the cure to everything), Xil went over to the fridge, and opened it up. However, instead of Ice Cream, the bloody half eaten head of
KUGETSU rolled out, alongside a large pile of bones and photocopy ink jets.
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Player(s): Kugetsu
Role: Shy Assistant
Bgrd: "Uhm…well…yeah, I can photocopy that recipe sixty-two times, but isn't the photocopier strictly for work use?"
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“He must of aimed at Fizzy…but she had some protection already in plac-“
“GRAAAGGHH!!”
The blood curtling, dinner spoiling, leg waxing scream made Stephanie, Fizzy, Xil, & Kugetsu’s left over body jump. It’s source was
o_0 who was covered in Werewolf Gashes. The scream continued, from his mouth, even as he fell over and died.
Upon later inspection, Xil would find several pieces of Kugetsu’s flesh in o_0 jaw, revealing o_0 to be some form of cannibal.
But he was not concerned with that, for across the room, the body, or what was now bodies—of
Twizzler. She had been sliced clearly in half. Out of her pockets fell some government papers.
“Government papers…undercover agents..?” Xil guessed...he was almost glad she was dead, they were in a War Ship…
“Bad night guys, you really need to revise your voting plans.”
DAY 2 STARTS
22 ALIVE
12 to MAJORITY
17 to LOCK
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See all the pretty presents? They can be yours if you vote for me. Yet, none of you know me. T_T How sad. There's no way to get the pretty presents then. 
