Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-26234016-20170207204010

Her pencil flew across the page. Writing frantically, knowing she only had a few moments to complete her work... But her masterpiece was finished. She blew on the ink to dry it, then stuffed the paper into the back pocket of the corpse, removing a similar piece of parchment. She relished the thought that one day, someone would remember her legacy as a genius in her field... But knew that today would not be that day. Until then, she did what she was told. She wrote.

Oh sure, the corrupted investigator was useful in picking the next target. The blackmailer silenced the outspoken. But she knew that she worked the hardest, and that she was the most valuable. Maybe she had wanted to be a famous author... But famous authors wouldn't get the money that she did.

So instead she put her skills to use elsewhere.

The next day, the town's minds would make a full rotation and with some luck and mob mentality, what everyone thought was the ex-vampire hunter's will would incriminate what some thought was the frail old veteran with a bear trap in his front lawn.

The next day, her masterstroke would make sure the town never trusted the investigator again.

The next day, she would shatter the town and make sure no one went home that night believing what they did the night before.

And that's how she slept soundly.

End of Forger story