Ok, Ok, I'll end this thing now. Looks like poor danger is beyond saving at this point. Majority has shifted. The people have spoken.
Day Four has ended.
Danger hadn't been seen that much around town recently. Fallen into seclusion, Danger wasn't around much to stop the festering rumors of wolfhood. When the town switched away from the now-vocal wquist, nobody spoke out in her defense. And so the majority turned.
"Kneel down." The mayor's voice boomed in front of the crowd. The wind picked up. Everybody was still.
"I said, kneel down!" The mayor gave Danger a solid whack with the butt of the pistol and down she went. Down too far, and her face planted to the sand. She slowly picked herself up. Blood trickled down her forehead.
"You are hereby charged with the heinous crime of lycanthropy and conspiracy to overthrow this town. The penalty for such crimes is death. What say you in your defense?"
Danger remained quiet for a moment. She then began to whimper softly.
The Mayor saw no reason to allow his sympathies to build. He cocked the old weapon and pointed it at Danger's head. "It'll all be over soon.." he added under his breath.
"Oh, that it certainly will" Danger found the energy to reply as the antique pistol fired a small silver ball. Traveling at 700 mph, the ball entered Danger's head and exited moments later. Danger went down with a soft thud.
The villagers stared onwards, hypnotized. In astonishment, they watched Danger's body undergo the now all-too-familiar transformation. Her form writhed and arms stretched. Hair grew and her teeth extended. The creature let out one more desperate cry, before it stopped moving for good. Danger the Werewolf now joined the dead.
Ladies and gentlemen, you have now nabbed three traitors in a row. But don't let your success make you overconfident. Do not falter in your cause. This game is not yet won. Best of luck to you all.
Night 4 now begins.
We'll see how long it takes to get all the votes in. I'm kind of hoping we can switch back by 7. We'll see.