The town suddenly goes dark, like an EMP has been switched on in some remote cellar. All the Townies hide in their homes afraid to meet in public or even speak aloud to themselves. A darkness has fallen over ACville, cold and chill like a misty night in the cemetary on the hill. The cold is real, it's down in their bones, it has teeth like daggers that gnaw on stiff joints. The Daggoth roam the streets, Mafia, cold wet fishy creatures that come from the sea every few weeks. They feast at random, picking out the juiciest Townie and carrying them away to the dark abyss that is their home. But the Daggoth are tricky, skinwalkers, they can assume the identities of any Townie they steal away. The Townie live in fear not knowing who to trust. Only at Lottery can they even the odds by choosing the right Townies to lynch. Will we choose wisely?
As I said, super busy today, may try and leave work a bit early to be home by Night if I can get caught up.