It's been thirteen years since the demon Carabia walked into the chapel and sang the song that broke every mirror.
It's been thirteen months since every new kitten started being born black. It doesn't matter what breeds their parents were. Even the wild bobcats are black now. They move with a purpose, watching, following, listening. They look hungry all the time.
It was thirteen weeks ago that people started hearing...sounds. Snarls and screeches and hissing; sometimes just singing birds. Some of you have told me that you're starting to understand what it all means. Others haven't told me. There's still time to confess to this, to tell me what it is that you're fighting. I need as much information as I can get.
Thirteen nights ago, the howling started.
I've covered your homes in holy seals, woven talismans of protection and purity and perseverance, sent you to bathe in sacred rivers. I'm doing everything I can, you have to believe me.
And I think...I think this is what some of you want. Some of you heard the demon's call, and called back. I think you must have. A town with true faith would never be judged this way. Some of you have stood pure, but...that isn't enough, I think, not while you're surrounded by all this corruption. If that were enough, this would already be over.
It that were enough, my only son wouldn't have had his throat ripped out thirteen hours ago.
We have to end this, we have to cast out those who would be tempted to do this, even if it kills us. They would do that anyway, they
will
if we can't stop them. This is no choice at all.
It is now Day 1. The deadline is in (expired on 2015-12-16 14:00:00), on Wednesday, December 16 at 2:00 pm EST. With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch.
One player hasn't confirmed. I'll begin looking for a replacement after 4:00 am EST on Monday, December 14.