After the awful business with Baba Yaga, the rest of the party sat at the table for 22. Once the goat waiter took their appetizer orders, they settled in to watch the end the universe.

The mysterious figure that had been lurking in the darkness approached the table.

“Please, do excuse the interruption,” said the dapper-looking gentlewolf as he stepped into the light. “But I have a matter of some urgency to discuss with you all.”

He wore a top hat, red ascot, and a bespoke suit that allowed his fluffy tail ample room at his backside. He lifted his hat as he gave a polite bow.

“My name is Lord Wentworth L. Wolfingshire,” he said. “And I have a proposition for you all.”

“What proposition?” asked Jason Momoa.

“If I may, good sire, I represent an organization that has been following your progress against the Secret Cabal for Undoing Mortality, and we wish to offer our assistance. I cannot say more at this time, for Milliways is a bit too…public for this discussion. I have a conveyance standing by that should fit you all, and I promise the quality of the refreshments at my abode are far beyond the processed slop they serve at this glorified Benihana.”

“But what about the end of the universe?” drawled Jimmy Carter.

“Eh,” Wolfingshire shrugged. “You seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times.”

They all nodded in agreement, then stood up to leave. As they turned towards the exit of the restaurant, they heard a horrific slurping noise, as if a thousand Vogons had all burped at once.

A Vanilla T.O.W.W.N. player has become the new Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal.

The valet brought Lord Wolfingshire’s spacecraft to the curb. The wolf flipped the kid a tip as the rest of the party piled inside. Jason Momoa, suddenly mobbed by a group of alien Stargate:Atlantis fans, lagged behind. When he was finally able to extricate himself from the adoring crowd, he found that the door to the craft had already been shut.

The spaceship launched itself into the void and disappeared into a wormhole, vanishing in a soft blip. Momoa could only let out a soft bleat, living a final moment of deliciousness before the universe came to an end. Again.

Tiff has died. She was BLACK PHILLIP and a member of the Totally Ordinary Walla Walla Natives (T.O.W.W.N.)

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15 T.O.W.W.N. – Wins the game when S.C.U.M. and the Bugblatter Beast are eliminated.

5 S.C.U.M. – Wins the game when the number of S.C.U.M. equals the number of T.O.W.W.N. and the Bugblatter Beast is eliminated. Each night, S.C.U.M. must kill one player of their choice.

1 Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal – Serial Killer, wins the game when all other players are dead. (If Nyarlathotep is in the game, they win as a team if they are both still alive with 5 or less players.)

Day Two will end on Thursday, November 17 at 12pm PST/3pm EST/8pm GMT.