Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

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What (Queen, Mafia Godfather) has been lynched.

DAY 1 RECAP:

1. xx-DeCiMaToR-xx (Sleepy, Town Vanilla) DEAD - MODKILLED (INACTIVITY)
2. BladeTwinSwords Doc (Town Babysitter) DEAD - MODKILLED (INACTIVITY)
3. Rosie Bashful (Town Vanilla) DEAD - MODKILLED (INACTIVITY)
4. What Queen (Mafia Godfather) DEAD - LYNCHED (VOTES: Passarelli, Nemesis, Assassin, CYBER, I'm a Zambi)

No more posting, death scene will be posted later.

[Assassin]

Zzz please don't take forever zzz

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Assassin has been modkilled, role reveal will occur at the beginning of day 2.

[Assassin]

You're just going for the never want to mod another game title eh? Lolk

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You're just going for the never want to mod another game title eh? Lolk

I've pointed out your lack of reading comprehension before, but this brings it to an ultimate low.

Talking at night, even while tucked in toy your wee bedsy pie, even if prefaced with zzz, will merit an immediate modkill.

I know it wasn't repeated three times like my post requirement, but that should be easy enough to understand, even for a water head like you.

[Assassin]

I've pointed out your lack of reading comprehension before, but this brings it to an ultimate low.

I know it wasn't repeated three times like my post requirement, but that should be easy enough to understand, even for a water head like you.

Maybe instead of punishing people who just want others to do something in a timely manner you should put out day and night timer restrictions. Just a thought. Good luck and all that. I'm done.

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I prefer that the people playing the game I create to follow the rules I implement, not to ignore them and blame me for the consequences.

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The Great Moderator grew bored and decided to entertain himself with the plight of 11 zany characters. With a snap of the fingers, he had instantly plucked them out of their reality with nothing but foggy memories of faces, names, and some crazy plot going down in the forest. A plot that The Great Moderator decided needed some divine intervention. The Great Moderator had enjoyed a few drinks and played fast and loose with the specifics, altering the very nature of some of these individuals. The Great Moderator spoke, outlying a few rules specific to this environment. Some fell back asleep throughout the day, ignoring the rules, and were quickly removed from existence due to their inability to adapt. Others attempted to recollect what had happened, where everyone was, who was with who and when. Some knew more than others, but most realized something foul was afoot.

The day was short in much the same way that CYBER's posts are not.

The 8 started to shout, bickering about who should die first in the face of 3 random smites. Among the shouting, The Great Moderator heard the pleas of the majority and destroyed their chosen target. The Great Moderator celebrated with booze and decided that the death scene should be some vague bullshit like what I just wrote.

Night 1 Begins, send me your actions you wacky ding-dongs.

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I'm still waiting on your night actions.

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Bumping as a reminder.

The dead should keep their salty mouths shut.