It was a long night under a very pale moon.
While townsmen laid there heads to rest, some stayed up and plotted discourse.
"If we cant beat them, we will take what they can win."

A select few felt it was not necessary to sleep given the crucial circumstances at hand.
A man was found going door to door, who knew he was being tailed?
"i have not got once person to answer yet tonight. It may be because its so late in the evening, i may have to try again in the morning."
Little did he know, he was being followed. As he turned around, he met face to face with the suspicious fellow.
"Oh my, hello and good evening good patron of our town! I would like to sing you a song!"
As the man began to sing a joyous tune, the assailant made haste in the opposite direction.
All the while, a third party watched from the trees, detailing every step of the encounter in his trusty leather notebook.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town. Where the first drone strike hit, you here screams of horror.






In that final hour, hell had broken loose and bombs began to fall.
It was only fitting that the evil man in Washington to take out his first hit, be randomly visited by the person he was hitting.
"I will no longer tolerate your insufferable law keeping!"
The man did not respond.
"We will seek vengenace on those who choose not to obey us!"
The man still did not respond.
"Hey, you... are you... sleeping? Perfect, this will make for an easy hit"
And with that
Blackmage as Innocent law Abiding Citizen, Town Sleepwalker. was Shot down.

The night did not end there unfortunately. Bombs began to fall at a much faster rate, before dawn broke.. half the city was in ruins.


Day 1 has begun.
No deadline.
With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.