>LLD kills K4U N5, stealing your win from right under your nose.
>"Please return to your rooms and perform any night actions you may or may not have from there."
>Your cult asks you when you're going to recruit LLD, she is the only non-cult member left, after all. You tell them that you have won and they have not before cutting off your communications with them.
>You spend the night with Kitten4u, playing several games of chess with her. You try different positions each time, trying to see which one gives you the most pleasure when you manage to break through Kitten4u's defenses.
>You wake up in an uncomfortable position, just what were you doing last night?
>And didn't Kitten4u fall asleep in your arms? Where is she?
>You call out for Kitten4u but you can't hear anything. You sit up, there's this really annoying noise coming from nearby.
>You move around on your bed, trying to discern what the noise is, but fall off instead.
>You don't recall your bed being this small. Unfortunately, the fall has woken you up completely, so you decide to check out what's wrong with... your... bed...?
>Your bed never had appendages to bind your arms, legs, and neck to it. Your bed wasn't made out of metal, either.
>Oh dear God. Your bed DEFINITELY didn't have a circular saw sticking out of the side.
>If you had fallen off the other side, you probably wouldn't be able to think these thoughts right now.
>The saw appears to be stuck, it's simply spinning in the same spot. Was it... meant to bisect you? You feel your protection fading away.
>Where are you? You look around, it's dark. This definitely isn't your room.
>You see a sliver of light coming through one of the walls, you check it out and confirm that it's the exit.
>But, before you leave, you can't help but have this terrible feeling. There's something in here that you need to check out.
>You open up the exit to let in the light so you can see better.
>You look back into your room, and you are immediately forced to hold back the urge to vomit.
>The light falls onto a hand, there's a ring on the ring finger.
>You can't see most of the arm, just the hand, and you don't want to look any closer.
>But you can't fight the urge to look at what happened.
>As you get closer, a sickening smell enters your nostrils and you're left wondering how you didn't notice it before.
>You take a look at what the hand is connected to, and this time you really do vomit.
>You run out of the room as fast as you can. You run and you don't stop.
>You need to get the hell away from there.
>It may have been dark, but the image of Kitten4u's mutilated body is burnt into your mind...
>What you saw was an illusion.
>It must have been an illusion.
>It couldn't possibly have been real.
>If you wait in the town square, Kitten4u will come to you and offer you a hug, asking why you look so weird.
>Everything will be like it was.
>See? It can't have been real.
>Dormio's game of mafia has long since finished.
>You don't know who won, nor do you care.
>You are the only resident of the town, and every day you wait in the town square.
>You know that Kitten4u is just playing a harmless prank on you. She'll be here in a minute. Just one more minute...
>BAD END.
>K4U rejects your lover charge.
>You decide that it's time to ask Kitten4u the big question. Will she decide to become your lover?
>"No! You sick freak!"
>"You think that, just because you gave me cookies and FORCED me into your bed, I'd fall in love with you?"
>"What is WRONG with you?"
>Kitten4u runs out of your room, crying, and you're left wondering what you did wrong.
>You suppose the only thing you can do now is recruit yourself into the cult.
(Leads into CULT END)
>Win with our cult somehow.
>You organize your cult into two voting blocks, one on LLD and one on Conqueror, the only non-cult members left on the game.
>You've recruited yourself into the cult, and so you've adopted their win condition.
>Now all you need to do is eliminate the non-cult players and this game will finally be over.
>The day ends without much commotion, your cult has the numbers to control both the lynches, after all.
>LLD and Conqueror are killed by stray bullets from God knows where, and your cult is the only faction left standing!
>Yay!
>But where's your fanfare?
>Shouldn't the mod be announcing the end of the game?
>Hey, the game is over. Why isn't everyone coming back?
>You look at the rest of your cult, they seem to be just as confused as you are.
>It looks like you're stuck here, just the six of you...
>A few days have passed, and you and UK are the only ones left in this town.
>Your cult simply tore itself apart when left by itself.
>Since the game failed to end, your cult members began to distrust each other, suspecting each other to be yet another third party.
>"So it's just you and me now, huh?"
>"You know what, this is bullshit."
>"Let's just break out of this town."
>You agree with UK's suggesting of simply getting out of the town, and begin walking towards the eternally closed gates of the town.
>Of course, UK takes this opportunity to leap at you, screaming that you must be the cause of inability to win.
>You saw this coming, and countered her, swiftly disarming her and ending her life with her own weapon.
>As you stand over UK's recently deceased corpse, the realization that you are now the only one left standing hits you.
>Wasn't this meant to be a game?
>Still, UK's suggestion had some merit. The game is over, you should be able to get out of here, right?
>You begin walking towards the gates again, and as you approach, they open!
>The light blinds you for a moment, and you look through the gate to see the remains of what looks like a big party.
>There are several unwashed plates mounted on colorful tables and partially deflated balloons strewn about.
>Dormio, who appears to have been sleeping on a chair, wakes up at the sound of the gates opening.
>"You sure took your time, didn't you?"
>"We were waiting for you to come out so we could congratulate you for your win."
>"Everyone left already... Where's the rest of the cult members?"
>You simply break down into tears.
>BAD END.
>UK kills everyone with her unlimited dayvig.
>"So, as you may all have realized, there are some people amongst you that would rather see all of you dead."
>"These people have begun to work together, forming a team of sorts."
>"They've already hit their first target."
>Dormio is about to throw something down from the podium when UncertainKitten interjects.
>"They've also hit their second-" Bardiche is gunned down, "-third-" Dormio is shot in the face, "-fourth-" Oh God, she's aiming at you.
>You feel nothing as the bullet passes cleanly through you. Huh, you always thought that dying would be more painful than that.
>You slump to the floor as you hear UK shooting indiscriminately, hitting townies, scum, third parties, all at random.
>She wipes out three quarters of the playerlist before she shoots at PX.
>Her maniacal laughter echoes through the town square, even as she blows up with PX, but what do you care? You are already dead.
>BAD END.
>Dormio SK's us on D3/D4.
>As the morning breaks, you make your way towards the town square again, as does everyone else.
>Along the way, you see PX's bus rammed into one of the rooms. You think that room belonged to Dorian. G.
>When you make it to the town square, Dorian. G and Zakeri appear to be missing.
>In addition, you see a familiar looking corpse next to the remains of eight triple grenades.
>The town stares at the body, wondering when Kiro got into the game as Dormio walks up to his podium.
>"It looks like the thirteenth and fourteenth deaths have occurred overnight."
>"Dorian. G, the
Townie Vote-Stealing Doctor, has been killed."
>"Kiro, the
Drunken Survivor, has been killed."
>"Before we start the day, there's one more matter I need to address."
>"Hey, Shadoweh. I gave you fair warning about this, but you still haven't gotten a mic."
>Dormio reaches for the revolver in his coat pocket, he points at you and pulls the trigger.
>A deafening bang rings through your ears as you feel the bullet pierce your heart.
>You crumple onto the floor, it's rather comfortable and you're feeling light headed...
>"Ladies and gentlemen, we've had our fifteenth death."
>"Shadoweh, who was the
Cultist Lover, has been killed."
>At the mention of a cult, the town collectively sighs. It seems that they've been expecting something like this from Dormio.
>"Anyway, Day 3 has begun."
>BAD END.
