Witch Cat

Who is the Murderer? {Game}

<Snipped quote by Witch Cat>
You all vote, and either die or survive.

@Shoryu Magami

Yeah but I want the murderer to die, not me.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Tempted to just download every Addams Family TV show and movie just so I can find suitable gifs to use for Eudora.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Sylvia Strange

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Location:
Interacting With: Sera (@Nallore)

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Sylvia soon regained her cool, managing to keep a neutral expression as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, eyeing the forest and pile of bodies. Strange how the most horrific sight imaginable can become so “Eh.” just by being exposed near it for long enough.

"I have no clue what he meant by my father wanting to 'kill me' and he is back in New York City."

”A lot of strange shit has been happening recently, this really isn’t a surprise anymore,” she tried to laugh, however, her voice was soft and it quickly died down. Another uncomfortable stretch of silence ensued as the wind whistled past them, a hint of smoke in the air. ”Well, hi, I’m Sylvia. We might as well get to know each other before this town makes us all insane.” She tried laughing, again it came out as a weak chuckle.

This mystery girl, with an almost supernatural calm about her and an ominous sadness, didn’t seem to be one for jokes. She immediately got in her car, engines roaring as she turned the ignition. "You coming or are you actually really thinking of going into those woods to search for that creepy little munchkin?"

Sylvia turned to look at the dreary town, with its rolling black clouds that drifted above it and constant sense of gloom, so much has happened to her there. From immortals to crazy hobos and now murder kids, she tried so hard to just escape. Was she ready to go back?

Sylvia slid into the passenger seat, strapping herself in and letting out a sigh, maybe she never was meant to escape this hell. ”Let’s go.”

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Eudora Esmeralda Erebus

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Location: Burning Man Building
Interacting With: Mercurial Crypt (@Morose)

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Eudora, for someone possibly hundreds of years old, never felt so alive. Her long and heavy strides didn’t tire her as she marched through mud and concrete while she hummed. Getting out of her stuffy home really did wonders to lift her spirits. Maybe she should plan on “borrowing” a penthouse just so she can live lavishly for a bit. The forest witch aesthetic may be cute, but Eudora did always want to figure out how those mystical picture boxes called “TVs” work.

A part of Eudora would’ve scolded herself for thinking so selfishly, who needed a fancy TV when you had a crystal ball to spy on your neighbors anyway? However, those thoughts were pushed aside when she finally broke free from the monotone scenery of the town. A building, in particular, was very special, sticking out like a sore thumb among the rows upon rows of houses and buildings. This building was on fire.

While it may make sense for witches to be wary of fire, Eudora never was one to follow expectations. She approached the roaring flames, quickening her step across the baking concrete and warming air as she stood in awe at the majesty of this fire. The image of the building engulfed in the bright orange tongues of flame was imprinted in her mind, no fireworks show could ever top this. Eudora listened for the sweet symphony of screams but was only met with a faint alarm.

Eudora saw a girl walk out of the building too, a survivor perhaps? She peered closer, great as her stamina may be, her eyesight wasn’t anything to brag about. However, even with the blur of the fire behind, Eudora still could make out a gut-wrenching grin spread across that survivor’s face. A can of kerosene at her feet and a gas mask at her hips too. This was no survivor, but rather the culprit.

Eudora felt equal parts pity and relief. Pity because people died, and relief because she didn't die, as this meant the death card she drew may not have been meant for her, but rather the poor souls trapped inside. And with the confidence that she has a slight chance of living another day, she approached the girl, only to stiffen as she got a better look at the girl. That dark hair, pale skin, and eyes that send a deathly chill down anyone’s spine, a sure in fit for the girl Eudora saw in her dream. The vision she had, while starting to blur, was obviously about this girl. Eudora quickened her pace, ”Sweety!” she called out, waving at her as her mess of gray hair bounced on her shoulders, how young she felt at that moment, how brave too. The great Eudora taking time out of her day to help this pyromaniac of a girl, if of course, the little maniac didn’t try to light her on fire next. Sore memories from the witch trials still soured her mood.

Who is the Murderer? {Game}

Oh well, now what?

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@MoroseAAhhhh I was not paying attention to my counter, I'll try to get something out today

Who is the Murderer? {Game}

DEATH TO THE ELEVEN QUEEN! THE PURRSIANS SHALL RISE AGAIN

Who is the Murderer? {Game}

Less talky, more killy

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, you are liked by someone.. oops they died! Now everybody hates you.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being a (Jo)joke

Who is the Murderer? {Game}

Death Walks Among You