It was dark. It was cold. There was snow on this night. Everything was just awful. It was so awful, in fact, that darkpheonix died of exposure. Whether it was dehydration that got him, or being completely overwhelmed with fear. Either way, the puddle of urine under him had grown substantially before he had collapsed in it. And then it froze. Really, it was a terrible way to go. But what can you do?
Separately, Don Pygosceli had a hankering for some human flesh and candy corn. Having spent a couple days blending in with the humans, he knew exactly where to turn. In the wee hours, he crept creepily like a creep would do if that creep was creeping about to commit a murder. Because Pygosceli was intending to commit a murder.
He found Space Cowgirl’s room and burst through the window. Cold air, snow, and glass shards flying everywhere. As Space Cowgirl awoke, she gasped in terror just as a rather large chunk of glass was hurtling in her direction. She swallowed the glass without knowing what was happening, and it sliced through her esophagus from neck to belly. Seeing her helpless, Don Pygosceli chuckled creepily (the creep!) as he walked over to her soon-to-be-lifeless body. For reasons known only to the Don, he ate her knees and elbows first. Who even does that?
Space Cowgirl, a villager, is dead.
darkpheonix, a silent, fearful, baby of a person that also happened to be a villager, is also dead.
We are in twilight time, technically it’s day but it’s the kind of day where ghosts can talk until Monday morning. The next nightfall will be November 11, 2019, 05:00:00 PM. The living players have until then to vote on what to do next.