"Alright, so what do we know?"
"Well, we know we're not actually looking for witches. We're looking for those bitchy girls that are messing with our heads and making us think there are witches."
"But what happened to Rictus in the church a couple days ago sure looked pretty...witchy."
They were starting to think there might be more going on than they had originally thought.
"Well, all I know is, I'm not a witch!" cried sphenodont suddenly.
All eyes turned to him. "Well, there is one sure way to find out." This time, it was Reverend Hale who had spoken.
"Everyone knows a witch can't get drunk. Alcohol doesn't affect them."
Nobody had ever heard of this before, but who were they to question a Reverend?
As the hour went on, sphenodont was forced to drink pint after pint. It didn't taken him long to start slurring his words and belligerently denying his own level of inebriation.
"Well, he's drunk, all right. So he can't be a witch."
sphenodont stood up(ish) angrily. "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU!" He wobbled back-and-forth for a moment, then said, "I have to throw up. Abigail, come hold my hair, will you?"
And with that, he fell to the ground, dead. As he landed, a small tube of violently pink lipstick rolled out of his pocket. It was the exact shade that had been used to write the note found on Clearasday.
Satisfied with the outcome (and most of them quite drunk themselves), the townspeople started back to their homes. Reverend Hale led the way. He opened the door, and his first step landed with a sickening squish.
Checking under his boot, he saw that he had just stepped on an eyeball. A trail of blood led them to the other eye...then a pair of glasses…and finally, the rest of Blindsniper83.
Scrawled across his forehead In beautiful calligraphy were the words, "Next time, try LASIK, Four eyes."
sphenodont - lynched - wolf
Mercy Lewis - You are a wolf. Night action - "Revenge" - 3x per game, you may choose a target. An anonymous vote will be added to them the next day. This extra vote will be reflected in the final vote count.
Blindsniper83 - mauled - human seer
Tituba - You are a Puritan. A slave, you devoutly cling to your native land's practices. Some may call you a witch, but you only use your powers for good. You are the seer.
sphenodont - 3 - Hellheart, Admetus, dferrantino
DastardlyOldMan - 3 - Rictus, sphenodont, Blindsniper83
Rictus - DastardlyOldMan
rekard - Jrsthethird
Blindsniper83 - rekard
Day 5 ends at 9pm PST.