First, there came the Flood. Ol' Sly claimed it was foolishness to pitch camp so close to the riverbank, but none of the roustabouts fancied a long walk to fetch water, and weren't it the driest summer in twenny years anyway? So when the rains did come, was like God's own hammer hit us. River only carried away the one caravan, coupla prop boxes, nuthin' awful; but it turned the fairground to a thick muck that was hellish hard to walk 'cross.

An' it brought the Fever. That came next. River water weren't no good to drink after, I guess, or mebbe it was summat the skeeters brought with 'em. Most days half the company wuz laid up with the sweats, or the faints, or the shits. And the other half tryin' to run a show despite 'em. Some didn't make it. Bout half the rousties took off. No biggie, s'no trouble findin' new rousties.

'Cept there was, 'cos then there came the Famine. Time's'd been hard all round I guess, but what with the show sufferin' and the fairground a stinkin' swamp the city-folk just stopped comin'. Can't get men in to work when there's no pay to be had. Lotsa folk started talkin' about leavin'. Most of the girls took off, tried their luck as bar dancers or waitresses or worse. Can't blame 'em. Some of the Talent drifted off, folding their tents or wheelin' off their caravans in the night.

Reckon it was 'round then that people started talking about The Curse.

Superstitious folk, Carnies. All show-folk are, I reckon. An' maybe there was something to it, 'cos after the Famine came the Fire. Don't know how it started, maybe some fool roustie horsin' around, maybe someone from Management figgered he could collect on the Insurance.

Weren't many that survived the fire. Even less stayed with the fairground after. We all knew then, that The Curse - whatever it was - was on us and I guess most thought they'd try an' cheat it by fleeing. Only ones who stayed behind were them with nowhere else to go. The Freaks, the Geeks, the Lost. And one or two True Believers who felt they had a duty to keep the Carnival running, come Hell or High Water. Bless 'em.

And Something Else.

Something that came out by night to Feast.

Step up, Folks! It's the Show of a Lifetime!

We'll be playing by fairly standard rules:
- please vote and unvote in bold to make life easier for me.
- please unvote before changing your vote or I won't count it.
- a lynch will be called once a voting majority is reached.
- don't quote your role pm or any other pms from me.
- don't talk privately about the game to other players unless your role says that you can.
- please contact me if you have any questions or need a replacement.
- please only post on the thread when it is DAY. Do not post on the thread when it is NIGHT.

And please, have fun!

STATUS: Game Over. Carnies (Town) Win!

Carny Folk:

1. tick Sirena, the Filipina Mermaid (Carny)
2. Spookybeth Doktor Eli Montechristo (Ghost Investigator)

Sleepin' in the Cold, Cold Ground:
Dasquian - Jojo the Dog-Faced Boy (Murder Investigator) Murdered and buried, Night One
James v.1 - Mama Samedhi the Snake Dancer (Vengeful Vigilante) Mod-Killed, Day One
Haug - Swami Stretcho, the India-Rubber Man (Carny) Swallowed by a Boa-Constrictor, Night Two
Loxca - Mimi La Martini, the Glamorous Assistant (Carny) Dead and buried, Night Two
Hi Colonic - Professor Malachi the Monkey Trainer (Thief) Eaten, Night Two
Daegul (replacing Carmine) - Footit, the Whitefaced Clown (Cannibal Godfather) Lynched, Day Two
Serenity - Chocolat, the Blackfaced Clown (Cannibal Goon) Dead and buried, Night Three
MystikEel - The Reverend Abraham Barnabas Poe (Exorcist Godfather) Lynched, Day Three
James v.2 (replacing Feloris) - Cleopatra Crowley, the Gypsy (Doctor) Dead and buried, Night Four
Araltaln - Sister Joesphine duBois (Exorcist) Lynched, Day Four

Start of Day Two
Start of Day Three
Start of Day Four

Another grim night comes to an end. As the morning fog turns the Carnival grey and colorless, you all creep from your tents, caravans and cages to see which poor soul has been struck down by The Curse.

You soon notice that Dasquian is not among you.
However, his cage is drenched in blood and down by the river bank there now stands a small memorial stone reading simply:

JOJO THE DOG-FACED BOY

AT REST

It seems Dasquian had been using his keen sense of smell to hunt down killers amongst the Carnies, but had passed on before revealing what he'd learned.

It is DAY ONE. Must be time to form a lynch mob.

Well, that's not a very nice xmas present :p

I am, as always, not much for random voting, but I imagine that won't stop others doing it.

Season's greetings, all. I hope Santa was kind.

Looks like Dasquian was some sort of cop, which is a pain.

I don't expect that this game will pick up pace this week, but I'm away all next week with no net access at all. No random vote from me until I'm around more permanently.

Soooooo nobody saw anythings?

sorry, vote spookybeth because her piccie is snarling and giving me the finger and she says butt.

Didn't see nothing. NO clues

i'm here, internet playing silly buggers, heading to peats ridge festival tomorrow, back next year. More then.

*eyes everyone suspiciously*

I'm here, but just checking in, really.

Dasquian's loss is bad news, for sure. Murder investigator looks pretty cut and dried as plain cop.

That aside, I'll drop a random vote on Carmine, please, Mr Mod. Vote Carmine

Hope everyone's Christmas was fine and dandy! Bo! Bo! bo! (Yeah, I may have had a cold).

Posted By: Spookybeth

The grumpybeth picture has nothing to do with you.

Vote James for voting for me for such a stupid reason."

So voting for me previously because I have a day job wasn't stupid.

For god's sake take a chill pill. You know day one consists of stupid reasons for voting for people. I hope your knickers unknot at Woodford.

People who argue are good, as they make mistakes.

May you all have underwear disfunctions at New Years!

*goes away to celebrate the end of what turned out to be a good year after all*