You're pretty sure it isn't the gasoline at this point. The air has become thick and suffocating, and that's ignoring the metaphorical feeling of suffocation whenever you interact with another. You'd call them a fellow cultist, but distrust has reached a point where you no longer feel safe eating food in the same room as others. You wouldn't be surprised if your death could come at any second.
Likewise, the discussion on who to kill next in the by now rabid hunt for a member of the Bureau has reached a feverous pitch. Long did the group discuss, at one point splitting the room exactly in twine. But eventually, one side crumbled for another, and it was Nijuunana's turn to come face to tentacle with whatever resides in the Pit.
Unlike Bopp, they certainly didn't go willingly. If anything, the moment you grabbed them by their arms to carry them in, their eyes became wild and dilated, as sheer panic flushed their face. They rattled off theory after theory why you're all wrong, why none of this makes sense, why this is all some sort of conspiracy. Every meter between the center of the Annex and the Pit was hard fought, as the theories and possibilities grew in scale, scope and frequency the nearer they got to their death. When Nijuunana was but centimeters away, they fell silent, comprehension flushing their face. They looked at the crowd of people one last time, their eyes darting between each member of the lynch mob, and slackened their resistance as they ragdoll into the pit.
You had to know whether you had the right person. The entire group sprinted into Nijuunana's chambers to check it out. Off all the chambers you've broken into, this one left you the most confused. The entire wall, all three of them, was dotted with all sorts of clippings and papers and images. Red wires crossed the entire length, and a small TV screen in the corner showed a constant feed of a hidden camera pointed at the outside of their door, one you hadn't noticed before. Looking over the documents on the desk, utter despair settles over the group. This person had been searching for the Bureau all along, their notes beyond detailed, even showing a hint of paranoia, maybe even madness. Maybe paranoia is exactly what was needed to help find the Bureau.
And now they are dead...
@Nijuunana was lynched.
They were the Cult's Theorist.
Inbetween all the notes on the left wall was a single will and testament pinned.
Night 2 will last up to 18 hours. You can only make one forum post during the Night.
Although this game is a closed set-up, we still have available the Google Doc from the previously hosted game.
Currently Alive Players (5)
Deceased Players (4)
@PoorUnsavedSoul the Cult Informant
@Hale-Bopp the Cult Watcher
@starpendle the Neutral Killing Arsonist
@Nijuunana the Cult Theorist