Sometimes in this game, the stars just align and things go perfectly for an amazing time. This was one of those. Laura was the demon, and I one of her minions. We were neighbours which is always great for easy communication. We always talk a lot so all the messages didn’t raise suspicion. She, the No Dashii, and I the Godfather.
We had a lunatic, she and I. And we played the strings for a couple of days before he discovered his alignment and the familiar unravelling occurred. But we were safe, neither one of us a minion to their ‘Demon’. There was a Pit-Hag, going unseen. Was that a gossip kill, or a demon change? Town didn’t know. Couldn’t know. My Balloonist bluff was paying dividends. I was trusted.
Down to three now, I the only one trusted, but my information, wonky. Maybe my living neighbour was a No Dashii. My demon in danger. Surely, at some point the demon had been changed into the Lleech, I said. Town didn’t want to believe, so I pressed. Enough people saw the world. Believed me. Throwing myself forward as the only viable host left, I nominated myself. They voted. I died, but my demon lived. 2 alive, the game over. A minion’s job complete. Until next time.
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