Talk:Retributionist/@comment-28182449-20160518040019/@comment-33161724-20160830131851

''You tremble in fear. You failed to revive the retributionist. His soul has passed on for good.''

Surely you will be lynched tomorrow, since you made a promise, and those townies are too noobish to realize that it is too late.

''You decide to make this night as enjoyable as possible. You go out and find the Escort, and personally pay her to "entertain" you.''

''During her performance, you open up a bag of experimental drugs that you stashed during your brief time as a Mafioso. You take a small bit of them, since there may be no tomorrow. At least, for you.''

They slowly take effect, and you share some with the lovely Escort.

You both have a wonderful time, though you can barely remember, what with that mystery dust and bottles of scotch.

''The escort is done here, and she leaves you be. But something's wrong. Perhaps you shouldn't have taken those drugs after all. Especially with the booze.''

As the light fades and the sun rises, your final thought makes you regret it all.

There can't be a second Retributionist.