Werewolves 81: Pet Sematary — Chapter Two

At Election Central, Tom Johnson was just finishing sweeping up all the streamers and confetti. A big day called for a big celebration, which called for a big clean up, which called for big Tom Johnson. Tom sighed and smiled to himself as he moved the dust bucket around the floor. Town sure did need something good, he thought to himself. Did they have to make such a big fucking mess, though?
Jake came banging through the door after tossing another garbage bag into her truck.
“Are we almost done with this shithole, Johnson? Got any of the Buffalo Trace left?”
“Sure J-j-j-j-jake! Here, c-c-c-c-catch!”
Tom tossed the flask, and Jake expertly caught, opened, and took a healthy slug from it.
“Damn, Johnson, that’s the good shit right there!”
“It sure is! I’m d-d-d-d-done here. Let’s b-b-b-b-beat feet!”
Jake gathered up the last bag, and they flicked the lights off before huddling out the door and locking it behind them.

An hour after the last election celebrant had left, Sloth had finally made his way to the podium and drew himself up to the microphone.
“………..I……..would……….like…………….to…….thank…………every………..one……..who……………had….the………….confidence………………to…………vote……….”
The lights flicked off and Sloth heard the lock turn in the door.
“…………hey………………..hey………….I’m…..still…in………………here……..hey…………………….rude…..”

Muncie Adams was sitting on the crapper doing the Lord’s business in the bowl and the New York Times crossword puzzle on his phone.
“A 13 letter word for Praise Worthy. Hmmm….C-O-N-G-R-A-T-U-L-E-N-C-”
*bzzt bzzt*
*bzzt bzzt*
“GodDAMN it! Yo, this is Muncie! A what? No, the new ME ain’t here yet. Fuck. Yeah, I’ll be right over.”
Muncie finished his business and headed down the hall to the morgue. A new body had just shown up, and until that slow-as-fuck Sloth showed up it was his job to check it out.
He was reading out some especially hot texts from Brad when he opened the door.
“GodDAMN it!”
All he saw was the autopsy table and a sheet lying on the floor.

Later that evening the new Town Council met for the first time in the Mayor’s office. It was cramped, to be sure. But at least the previous Mayor had left behind her small space heater.

Characters
1)Goat — (Not-so-Giant)Hogweed
2)Hayes — Klaus
3)InnDE — The Budweiser Frogs
4)sic — DWIGHT!!!
5)Annanomally — Peter Porker — JAILER
6)dw — Red Miller — SHERIFF
7)Lord Stoneheart — uh, John (Really JEB! but shhhhh)
8)Captain Video – Bert the Turtle
9)Shinichiki — Intense Chicken
10)April — A Sloth — MEDICAL EXAMINER
11)Mayelbridwen — A Bunch of Zombie Flies
12)Mac- Marty Stu MacCrocodile
13)Louie — Eleanor Bunny — MAYOR
14)moonstermash — Taylor
15)Library Lass — Nightmares
16)Owen — Heat Miser
17)Nick — Mickey Mouse
18)Sister Jude — Manic Pixie Death Girl
19)Lindsay — Jon Arbuckle
20)Thoughts — Mrs. Frisby

Backups:
1)Admirax
2)subsaharan

TOWN COUNCIL:
MAYOR — Heads the Town Council. Has veto power on any decisions made.
SHERIFF — Has six kill shots.
JAILER — Can protect/block a player each night.
MEDICAL EXAMINER — Can cure a player each night.

None of these actions can be used on the same player on successive Nights.
The Town Council Members share a QT and were protected from Night actions on their first Night in office. If a Council Member is killed at any point, they will be replaced the following Day by a new vote, and the new Council Member will be protected on their first Night in office too. Gage and Church share a QT also and were protected from Night actions on the first Night as well.
Please clap, and please make at least three comments per Chapter. Due to the nature of our game we’re going to ask players to be fairly tight lipped post-Twilight and post-death. No editing of comments and absolutely no quoting, direct or otherwise, of QTs without Mods’ approval. This will seriously be frowned upon!
This is a game, and it gets intense at times, so please remember to attack arguments not people or play styles.

Twilight will be at 5pm PST/ (sigh*) 8pm EST on Thursday 1/3/19 unless there’s an auto String Up.

*That was a sigh of longing because I’m hoho, and I secretly wish I lived in EST because it is clearly the best time zone. You can’t spell “best” without E-S-T!