Template:Story Mayor

The elderly man sat up in his study's chair and continued to read the hate mail from all the local delinquents. All of them contained some sort of message promising death. Death? Bah!

They were just kids that hated his policies and rules that, in fact, kept them safe. Kept them safe from what, though? Why, the dreaded ruffians of Salem in fact! Those conniving killers were a pain in his run, but he knew that they were just afraid of his power. Such threats would never get to him. In fact, it would only strengthen his resolve to better secure the Town.

He knew he had support, from the day he would reveal himself as Mayor, he knew he would have the town behind him. Until then, he'd just let those no-gooders laugh at the Mayor 's "cowardice."

No, he wasn't a coward. He was simply waiting for the right time, and when that time came, he knew that those who opposed town would tremble. Oh, how he would savor victory! (credit)