Anton Chigurh stood outside the Clik Clak diner, cross-bow in hand, waiting for the door to open. A few kids had seen him standing there, but one look at his weapon, his haircut, his disproportionately large head were enough to stop them from asking questions.
When someone finally walked out, Anton did what he always does: he flipped a coin. A quarter somersaulted through the air, and the person who had walked out watched it, unaware how it tied into their fate.
Tails.
No dice. Chigurh lowered the cross-bow and turned around, right into a quartet of cloaked men. One knocked the weapon out of his hand, another put a bag over his head, and the other two helped carry him to the trunk.
An hour later, one banal evil extinguished another.
Anton Chigurh (subsaharan) is dead. He was the Cross-bow Wielder (Vigilante).
Roles:
5 Concerned Villagers (Vanilla Townies)
3 Conservative Uncles (Vanilla Wolves)
1 Head Honcho (Wolf Roleblocker)
Players:
Ralph
Goat
Owen
hohodor
forget_it_jake
Louie Blue
Indeeeeefriend
dw
Lindsay
Twilight is at 8 PM CST tonight.
Every day from here on out is Kill Or Be Killed (KOBKI).
