Template:Story Arsonist

"Good luck": a subtle saying used in a way to instill the false sense of innocence in someone. It seemed to be a kind gesture towards the other people in the Town. But to the Arsonist, it was nothing more than a veiled threat, thrown out loudly with a devilish smile. He only said it because he knew the Town would need it.

Once the night came, his fun began. He walked slowly and proudly through the roads of lamp-lit Salem, with a puff in his chest and a spring in his step. He is the one who visits other houses, brandishing a gas can, and douses the gasoline on their houses, whistling nonchalantly. The only thing you hear from him is a satisfied sigh once his can becomes empty.

Three nights later, two people had been hanged to death, the town Sheriff and a Jester, who was likely to take another soul this coming night. The Town was in paranoia, throwing accusations, claiming their neighbors were evil, angrily calling those who did not agree "idiots". And others just mumbled to themselves, "Stupid Town."

But to him, it was fading into the noises of birds chirping, water rushing, and far within his mind, the screams of people burning. The night forced everyone into their homes, but the Arsonist's job wasn't over yet. Lighting a torch and setting it to his doused neighbor's house, his ash-stained lips murmured, "Ignite."

And the screams in his mind, were suddenly very, very real. (credit)