Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-27575896-20170221160841

The Jailor was in front of his home, a knife sticking out oh his neck. For soem reason, there was no will anywhere to be found. The Town cried in agony over his death, and went on to lynch the fellow Investigator, believed to be an Executioner when he had found the Forger. His will?

Missing.

Just like the Jailor's.

Something wasn't right. Something seemed off, something off enough to the fact the Town seemed to not care anymore, not care they had any hope of survival. Night came. One person came out with a pistol, walking toward a house. Inside that house was a woman sitting at a table.

Words were heard, words only spoken by the deceased.

She used these words to find that the Jailor had been forged. His will? Written down in another, each detail precisley kept. Only one other peice of information was needed, and was also kept in that will that had brought out the Forger, and the will that brought out the Serial Killer.

The door opened, and the woman never turned around, for she knew what was going to happen.

A bullet entered her head as she slumped over.

The Forger came inside, pulling out an ink pen, before an Escort appeared and stopped his current act.

When the sun rose, the people looked over the information filled will, and threw the Serial Killer into the rope.

The Forger was found dead, killed by a Vigilante.

All this because one little woman had managed to find the right aspects of the Town to keep up hope, especialy when the Jailor was seen alive, looking as good as ever.

Later, the Lookout heard a faint whisper at night:

"Watch the Jailor and write down my information."

The next day, the Godfather had been lynched, and the Mafioso had suicided.

While in the clouds, the Medium sat there, staring happily at the once innocent again Town.

She rejoiced in happiness.

End of Medium Story.