16 people — diverse, attractive, very mysterious people — huddle around a shoddily constructed campfire, staring at each other and trying to ignore the chill of darkness at their backs. Eight hours ago, their plane crashed on this deserted island. In the wreckage, many of their number died. Even the pilot was discovered, mangled and bloody, in the broken fuselage. These 16 strangers are all that remains of Lycanthropic Flight 815. They’re very lucky that someone remembered how to build a fire after wracking their brain for mostly-forgotten episodes of Survivor.

Somewhere in the dense, dark jungle, the trees shift. The air itself seems to rumble with displeasure.

“Um, did anyone else hear that?” one of the castaways asks.

“Nope,” says another.

“Hear what?” says a third.

“There is definitely not an ominous rumbling in the jungle,” says a fourth. “That is not a thing. We will not be doing that.”

The first castaway shrugs and huddles closer to the fire. They don’t really want to deal with the rumbling noise either. Being stranded on a deserted island with a bunch of attractive, mysterious strangers is bad enough. No need to add another terrifying complication to the mix.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the castaway who had been charged with trying to sort out the dead passengers pipes up.

“Um, guys?” they say, staring at the flight manifest. “How many dead passengers did we count?”

“Forty-two,” says one of the other castaways.

“Yeah, definitely forty-two,” says a second.

“And how many people are sitting around this fire?” asks the castaway with the manifest.

“Sixteen.”

“Sixteen for sure.”

“And we all agree,” says the castaway with the manifest, “that in the broken-off tail section of the plane that we can’t see any sign of, there were 23 passengers?”

“Yes, twenty-three.”

“And we all agree that none of us were seated in the tail section of the plane?”

“No, none of us.”

“We’ve been over this before! Forty-two dead people, sixteen survivors, twenty-three passengers in the missing tail section of the plane, and none of us were sitting in the tail! We’re all agreed!”

“Well,” says the castaway with the manifest, “That means there should have been 42 + 16 + 23 = 81 passengers on the flight. But this manifest says that there were only 77 passengers.”

The castaways all look around at the other mysterious, attractive, firelit faces.

“Four of us,” says the castaway with the manifest, “were never on the flight.”

THE PLAYERS

1. liz156

2. Capt.LindsayFünke

3. Pilgrim Doctor Nick

4. Captain Video

5. Owen1120

6. Smapti Jones

7. Pulprobot

8. spookyfriend

9. RobertPostsChild

10. InnDEEEEED (ThanksgivingStyle)

11. Admirapple Pie

12. MacCrocodile

13. forget_it_jake

14. A Winged Potato

15. Zecko

16. subsaharan

FACTIONS

12 Castaways (Town)

4 Others (Wolves)

RULES

• At the start of the game, there are two factions and two factions only. Depending on the course of events, more factions may emerge, including but not limited to a serial killer.
• The counts of players in each faction will not be updated in the header unless otherwise stated.
• When a player dies, their faction and role (though not the specifics of what their role means) will be revealed.
• The Castaways win when all scum factions have been eliminated.
• The Others win when all Castaways and competing scum factions have been eliminated.
• In the event of a tie at the end of a day, a two-hour runoff vote will be held between the leading vote-getters.
• A majority of votes for a player or a No Lynch ends the day early.
• Do not edit posts.
• Do not directly quote or screencap from your QT.
• If you have any questions, please ask Hols and I in your QT.

Day 1 will end Tuesday at 10 am EST, or when a majority lynch vote is reached.