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Qanda was lying on his bed with his eyes closed, pondering over matters of significance, when he perceived a change of lighting in his surroundings.

He opened his eyes and found that he could not see!

Getting over the initial shock of blindness, Qanda realised that the fault was not with his eyes, but rather with the castle. It appeared that a deep, profound darkness had descended over the castle, blotting out the very light of the sun. What force could have caused this phenomenon? Is this a sign of the end?

Shaking off his vain speculations, Qanda turned his attentions to more pressing matters at hand. Groping his way out of the room and down the corridor, he entered the Great Hall, from which he could hear the confused and fearful voices of the guests.

“In this darkness, it is impossible for any innocents to vote or use their powers for the rest of the day,” Qanda announced. “The dark forces of evil will still be able to, however, as darkness is precisely what they strive in. All baddies can vote and use their powers as usual.”

Innocents cannot vote or use any of their role and secret powers for the rest of the day and night. Baddies can continue voting (if they want to) and using their powers as usual.

Note: All prior votes have been wiped, and if you satisfy the criteria, you may vote again.

So, who's going to be the first to vote

(Psst... There is a high chance that Wind is bad... Not a certainty by any means, but a high chance nonetheless)

o.o;
Not only baddies send lists, bub.

So no deaths last night?

My guess is the people forgot about the game.

Hmm. It'll be suicide for a baddie if they vote today, so I doubt there will be an execution.

VOTE : Matt

Muahahaha! Lets get some excitement going here

Other baddies, please contact me

0.0 That's your cue to soul steal TDG.

Oh come now, you really think Witches have souls, that's just silly googles.

Right then, raise your hand if you want to be turned into a frog.

For one, I'm not Googles. I'm o_0.

Secondly, you have to have a soul to play the game.

Being a Zombie taught me that all too well.

Besides, it's sacrifice now, not Soul Steal.

EDIT: :K PEOPLE, BE MORE ACTIVE!!! I'm getting bored. ._.

EDIT:

My name is Mary Alice Young. When you read this morning's paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last week. Normally, there is never anything newsworthy about my life. But that all changed last Thursday.

Of course, everything seemed quite normal at first. I made breakfast for my family. I performed my chores. I completed my projects. I ran my errands. In truth, I spent the day as I spent every other day, quietly polishing the routine of my life. Until it gleamed with perfection. That's why it was so astonishing when I decided to go to my hallway closet and retrieve a revolver that had never been used.

Sheesh, it takes me back to the Witch Trials. All my sisters burning at the stake.

Three points for guessing why the part in bold is there.

[EDIT] - Anyway, the dead innocents can't see me, therefore they cannot vote to sacrifice me

All day/night immunity?

My body was discovered by my neighbor, Mrs. Martha Huber, who had been startled by a strange popping sound. Her curiosity aroused, Mrs. Huber tried to think of a reason for dropping in on me unannounced.

After some initial hesitation, she decided to return the blender she borrowed six months before.

And for a moment, Mrs. Huber stood motionless in her kitchen, grief-stricken by this senseless tragedy. But only for a moment.

And if there's one thing Mrs. Huber was known for... it was for her ability to look on the bright side.

Nah, why would I activate immunity when you innocents can't do anything ?

EDIT: I'm not quoting DH. I am Mary Alice Young.

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I was laid to rest on Monday. After the funeral, all the residents of Wisteria Lane came to pay their respects. And as people do in these situations, they brought food. Lynette Scavo brought fried chicken.

Lynette had a great family recipe for fried chicken. Of course, she didn't cook much while she was climbing up the corporate ladder. She didn't have the time. But when her doctor announced Lynette was pregnant... her husband, Tom, had an idea. 'Why not quit your job? Kids do better with stay at home moms. It would be so much less stressful.'

But this was not the case. In fact, Lynette's life had become so hectic, she was now forced to get her fried chicken from a fast food restaurant. Lynette would have appreciated the irony if she had stopped to think about it.

Gabrielle Solis, who lives down the block, brought a spicy paella.

Since her modeling days in New York, Gabrielle had developed a taste for rich food and rich men. Carlos, who worked in mergers and acquisitions, proposed on their third date. Gabrielle was touched when tears welled up in his eyes. But she soon discovered that this happened every time Carlos closed a big deal.

Gabrielle liked her paella piping hot. However, her relationship with her husband was considerably cooler.

Bree Van De Kamp, who lives next door, brought baskets of muffins she baked from scratch. Bree was known for her cooking, and for making her own clothes, and for doing her own gardening, and for re-upholstering her own furniture. Yes, Bree's many talents were known throughout the neighborhood. And everyone on Wisteria Lane thought of Bree as the perfect wife and mother. Everyone, that is, except her own family.

Susan Mayer, who lives across the street, brought macaroni and cheese. Her husband Karl, always teased her, saying it was the only thing she knew how to cook, and she rarely made it well. It was too salty the night she and Karl moved into their house. It was too watery the night she found lipstick on Karl's shirt. She burned it the night Karl told her he was leaving her for his secretary.

A year had passed since the divorce. Susan had started to think how nice it would be to have a man in her life, even one who would make fun of her cooking.

Lynette shouldn't have been so concerned about my husband. He had other things on his mind. Things below the surface...

The morning after my funeral, my friends and neighbors quietly went back to their busy, busy lives. While some did their cooking, and some did their cleaning... and some did their yoga... others did their homework.

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No one mourns the Wicked
No one cries "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the Wicked!
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss, when we misbehave:

And Goodness knows
The Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
It just shows when you're Wicked
You're left only
On your own

Yes, Goodness knows
The Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The Wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the Wicked
They reap only
What they've sown

That's it o_0, you're so being spelled tonight.

I think there should be an activity spirit, one in which when you have it you have to post three times during the day or something.

I dare you to try. I'm a innocent who is immune to witchcraft.

We'll see now won't we ?