Night 1 ends in:
So yeah, its a bit longer than day 1 as I couldn't get on till like 11:11 am here.
I changed it to where it ends on 11;30 am instead.
[Night]
Antarctica is a very unforgiving environment. If you don't train properly, you'll die.
Lewis Gordon Pugh
By Day the research station was a barren collection of prefabricated huts strewn across the mossy landscape like wooden blocks dropped by a clumsy giant child, the paths between them were muddy, uneven and scattered with sharp rocks which could cut the feet of the unwary. By night, the huts vanished into the darkness, dismal orange light barely limping its way through the frozen panes of glass. The mad flickering eeriness of the aurora australis above worked like lightning to cast long dancing shadows that tricked the eyes of the scientists huddled inside, gulping down bitter instant coffee to hold back the embrace of sleep.
Jura Glenlivet II was the only one not nervously watching the shadows. She had decided to sate her hunger and, not trusting the station's tinned rations had caught one of the penguins on the rocks before the sun had set. A quick slash with her bowie knife, a brief squawk of panic and distress, and the bird's life vanished in a splash of red blood on grey rock. She had found the facility's kitchen and was cheerily grilling the formerly waddling creature with the humming of an Irish reel on her lips.
It hadn't taken the penguins long to track the trail of blood back to the squat cuboid and when darkness fell they surrounded the cabin. In her eagerness to prepare dinner, Jura had forgotten to lock the cabin door and the werepenguin crept inside, the sizzling of its comrade-in-wings covering the slap of flippers on the vinyl floor.
Jura's bowie knife, still slick with penguin blood lay on the counter and the werepenguin picked it up - lack of opposable thumbs barely troubling it.
'Mmmm,' Jura said, taking in a nostrilful of her cooking. 'Sod the rations, I didn't know penguins tasted like--'
The werepenguin never found out what cooked penguin tasted like, the knife slashed across Jura's unaware throat fast and clean, spilling blood across the cooker. Her eyes bulged and her hands went to her suddenly open throat.
The werepenguin was gone before her body had even hit the ground.
[Jura Glenlivet II has been killed]
[It is now Day - Vote to lynch a victim]
Time until next night:
Roles:Scientists: Basically the default innocent villager role.
Oracle: Gets to know 1 persons role each night
Shaman: a local who lives on the island and can use the animals to attack one person (limit: 2 uses)
Werepenguin rolesWerepenguin: Classic role which can kill one person at night
Arsonist: Can cause a fire to distract the scientists and in doing so, prevents a special role from being able to use their role. 50/50 chance of killing a chosen person.(must dm me to choose who you want to be roleblocked)
Mad scientist: can create a electric trap that can stun someone and leave them unable to vote for a day (limit: 2 uses)
Players:Gotham
Crouton
Jura-Glenlivet -
Killed on the First NightSl
emon
Wolvaccine
Boydster
Junker
Notsoskeptical (Max Rockatansky)
SCG (space cowgirl)
WISE
Gayer