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Haunted from his past, the Survivor locks himself into a room and just wishes to survive. The Survivor was once a responsible Bodyguard, who protected the Mayor from everything. Until that one fateful day the Bodyguard was foolish enough to get distracted by a beautiful Consort who dazzled him with her seductive moves. Unfortunately, the next day, the Mayor had died. Then, the Mafia went on a rampage, destroying everyone in their path. Only one man from the Salem Massacre had survived: the Bodyguard. Ever since that day, the Bodyguard has confined himself to only his mind, where he beat himself up over the fact that he could of prevented all of this from happening, if it wasn't for that Consort. To this day, he keeps 4 bulletproof vests to use that represent each person or party that played a role in the massacre. 1 for the town, who died in the attack. 1 for the Mafia, who lead the attack. 1 for the abandoned souls that didn't ally themselves with anyone. And the final one for himself, to remind him of that day where he saved himself, and not the Mayor. The Survivor's mind is clouded with all these thoughts, but one thing is clear for him. He must survive. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to calcaldeds)

As a child, I always stayed inside. I always disliked the outdoors, and I just loved staying inside and playing board games with my brother and sister (and occasionally playing video games, but back then we only had Pong and stuff). That was until my brother went outside for a day to see his friends from school. He was found in the woods with a knife in his chest. We learned that a Serial Killer found, and killed him. I vowed that day, to stay inside and avoid the outdoors, so I can survive. I became a Survivor. When my parents heard about the Investigators in the Town of Salem, we moved there, so we could help find who killed my brother. I grew up in the Town and became an adult, and I didn't go outside very much. Then, the Mafia came. One night, I heard from my sister that someone was lying on the ground, with a bullet in their chest. I start to become panicked. I calmed myself down, as I remembered, when my brother died, I made four bullet proof vests in case something like this happened. I realized, I will stay inside, and do anything I can to survive. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Swagmaster2014)

Her heart was racing and her hands were cold and sweaty. The man in front of her was smiling. It wasn't a nice smile, and it was made all the worse by the ominous gun in his hand. So this is how she would die. She'd left her home at fifteen; her father was a drunk and her mother was dead. After that she drifted for a while. The homeless in Salem were nice, and protected her as if she was their daughter. When she eventually got tired of Salem they gave her all the money and wisdom they had. One of them, an old crone claiming to be a Witch, gave her four pearls. 'You're a Survivor,' she said. 'Protect these, and they'll protect you'. She'd assumed that the old woman was crazy - everyone knows there's no such thing as magic. She traveled the world for years, experiencing all the adventures she could find. More than once she was close to death, and more than once she avoided it. She was happy, even when she was chased by criminals in back alleys. Then one day she got a letter. You're father is sick, it said. Please come home. She hadn't seen him in almost twenty years, and she didn't ever want to see him again. Despite that she returned home to Salem. The whole way there she kept thinking it was a mistake, and it turns out she was right. She'd barely set a foot in the town before she'd gotten into more trouble than she could handle; a gun pointed at her head. She clenched her hands in her pockets, the cool pearls in her hands. Still smiling the man pressed the trigger and the gun fired. Then, just before the bullet was about to hit her, it bounced back. The man screamed as the bullet teared into his leg. The woman only stayed surprised for a second, then she was running towards the man and wrestling him to the ground. She survived, she's a Survivor; that's what she does. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Norling)

Raised on the streets of Salem, the Survivor went to war with all of his brothers when he came of age. Twelve years, nine months, and twenty-six days later he would return, alone, after being rescued from the prisoner camp that he had been kept in. He doesn't speak of what happened in the camp. He has lost touch with all of the ones he loved and has entered a self imposed exile. Whether it be because of grief or guilt, one thing is clear though. The one thought that kept him alive for all of those years at the hands of his abusive captors is the only thing keeping him alive in the Town of Salem: survival. (credit to Ace2369)

The Survivor has become a poor and lonely soul after he went to war. He fought mercilessly along his friends, but has now returned alone, sad, and lost all touch of happiness. Now survival is the only thing that matters in his mind, and he brought home the vests of his friends that he lost during combat. Remember this, every shot to a Survivors vest is a reminder to him of what happened to his comrades. (credit to Squiddington)

The Survivor was an apathetic archaeologist who loved exploring ancient tombs and discover new treasures amongst the world. He loved nothing more than to dig up a treasure chest or discover a new way of creating things from ancient grafts. On his travels, he reached the town of Salem to see the science of the witch trials, but ended up becoming part of the town himself, and was in mortal danger. He knew that at any cost he needed his artifacts to reach civilization to create new breakthroughs in science, art, and architecture for the good of mankind itself. He stockpiled bulletproof vests, and he would trust anyone; even the man with the knives; to get his knowledge and ancient treasures out of the town. If only he knew that he was caught in the tedious war between the Town and the horrible evils that plague it. (credit to Octometaknight)

The survivor used to be a high ranking officer in the Navy, however one fateful day the entire fleet of ships were sunk by underwater homing missiles. She could have tried to stay and steer her own ship and crew to safety, but she dived overboard, seeing as she had been a champion swimmer. However the years had gone by and she was no longer the swimmer she thought to be, and she woke up on the shores of Salem Town. Having fogotten the events onboard, she was only left with a rock hard desire to live at all costs, even if it meant pilfering bulletproof vests from the bodyguard.

The Survivor liked to think himself a helpful fellow. He stated immediately once the morning arose that he was a Survivor and that he would help the town. The town, of course, had their misgivings and threatened to vote him, but a few kind souls had mercy on him. The next night, the Survivor was both transported and attacked by the Mafia. Luckily, his vest protected him, not to mention the aid of a Doctor. The next few days went by; Mafia members were lynched, as was an unlucky Werewolf, and the helpful Survivor ran out of vests. Then, the last day came. It was the Transporter, the Survivor, the Jester, the last Mafia member, and the Doctor. For reasons that still remain unexplained, the town decided to give the Jester her rightful win. So she was lynched, and she swore to haunt the last Mafia member... only, their plans went awry. The next day, the town awoke to see the Mafia member dead... as well as the unluckily transported Survivor. (credit to TotallyNotAWerewolf)