Frantically, they tried to piece the clues together. The evil one in their midst weaved his way through the crowd, whispering doubts into their ears.
Hellheart had had enough. "Stop messing with my head!" Screaming, he whirled around to face DOM. Confronting his old friend, he said, "So it's you. It's been you this whole time, hasn't it?"
Smiling wickedly, DOM nodded.
Hellheart called to the others. "It's DOM! Get him!"
Rictus and Jrsthethird joined Hellheart's side. They had DOM surrounded. But why wasn't he running? Or begging for his life? Something was wrong.
As they converged upon DOM, Jrsthethird suddenly stopped. His body bent in half as if some unseen force was acting upon it. His limbs twisted in inhuman angles, and his face twisted in anguish. Rictus was reminded of his awful experience in the church a few days earlier.
Finally, Jrsthethird fell to the ground in the same position Rictus had, except Jrsthethird's finger was pointing at Rictus.
The vote was now tied, 2-2.
Except Rictus had already been cursed the day before.
With a flick of DOM's hand, Rictus's neck snapped.
Jrsthethird began to stir. Still feeling a bit weak, he reached out to DOM. "Did it work? Is it over?"
Helping Jrsthethird to a standing position, DOM said, "Yes, my friend. It worked. But it's not quite over yet."
Hellheart still stood there, dumbfounded. As reality sunk in, he knew it was pointless to try to run away.
DOM turned to Jrsthethird. "Would you like to do the honors?" He handed Jrsthethird a small bag.
Jrsthethird shook some black powder from the bag into his palm. He held it up to his lips and blew.
The black powder floated through the air towards Hellheart and materialized into a skeletal pair of hands. An ominous hole opened up at Hellheart's feet. The hands enveloped him and dragged him down. His screams of terror echoed through the air as the ground closed again.
Rictus - lynched - human GA
Reverend John Hale - You are a Puritan. You have been called in from Boston to help the people of Salem. You are the GA.
You may not target the same person two nights in a row. You may target yourself.
Hellheart - mauled - human
Elizabeth Proctor - You are a Puritan, and John Proctor's wife. As long as he's alive, you cannot die.
FINAL TALLY:
Rictus - 2 - DastardlyOldMan, Jrsthethird
DastardlyOldMan - 2 - Rictus, Hellheart
Jrsthethird - Jrsthethird
Jrsthethird's vote was changed via an ability.
The GM says this:
Witches win.
I promise I would have only eaten everyone else!