User blog comment:Octometaknight/Octometaknight's Complete List of Role Ideas/@comment-26313889-20150909154251

I saw this list of roles, and noticed you had said you'd be interested in people helping to write stories about them. So, I found two of your roles that I really liked and tried writing stories on them. I'd like to know your feedback on them. Thanks!

Preserver: The Godfather had hung for his crimes, but even so, there was still danger. The Mayor stood shaking, looking at his dead Jailor, his last set of protection gone. He turned to face the newly promoted Godfather, who stood smirking at him. The Godfather, with an evil gleam in his eyes, told the Mayor, “You’re next!” The Godfather turned away, laughing, and began heading back to his house, getting ready to finish off the game, or so he thought. A rumble shook the ground. The Godfather turned around, shocked. The other townie, the one who had been extremely quiet these last few days, was rocking back and forth and mumbling. The townie, known as the Preserver, pulled out an ancient clay tablet with nothing on it but a drawing of the sun. As he broke it on the ground, a ball of light erupted from the Preserver. The Godfather watched in horror as the sun rolled back around, changing from sunset to sunrise. The Preserver looked up at the Mayor, both no longer shaking, knowing that with this next lynching, the town would succeed. With a smile beaming like the rising sun, the Preserver spoke. “What a wonderful new day, don’t you think, Mayor?”

Moderatist: The moon shone, an owl hooted. The night had begun. As people toiled away, doing their dirty business to achieve their needs, the Moderatist crouched, building a strange sculpture. As the Moderatist worked, he thought of the town members, and how they laughed about his obsession with time. Even the Medium and the Retributionist, with their glimpses into magic no one could understand, thought working with time a foolish undertaking. Oh, how they laughed. But they would not be laughing soon…

All too soon, the sun was rising, the day coming nearer and nearer. Quickly, the Moderatist put his final touches on his altar. Knowing he’d get no more chances, he activated it. A black fog emitted from the altar, and quickly rose up to the sky. It had worked. As the moon quickly moved across the sky, the Moderatist watched his plans come to fruition, and smiled…

The moon shone, an owl hooted.

The night had begun.