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The Investigator walks into an old ramshackle house, he had received a lead on this person which he didn't want to ignore. He was glad he didn't. There were pictures everywhere, and all of them were of the same person, with red painted X's going through their face. This person clearly had a problem, perhaps it was an enemy, or maybe just a poor soul targeted by this insane lunatic. All of the accusations made sense now. Every time the suspicion was placed on the poor nurse this... Executioner made sure the whole town was convinced they were guilty. No wonder the Executioner was so upset when the town realized they had been tricked, and voted the target innocent. The Investigator sat down and tried to make sense of what could drive someone to target just an innocent nurse. He racked his brain, perhaps it was a long time ago when the nurse accused him... but obviously this obsession was going way further than that.

No one knows why the Executioner targets you, but their silver tongues will try their hardest to get you lynched, whatever the cost may be. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Konekoa97)

The man was sat in his chair, remembering the moment the noose tightened around his rival's neck. Bitter enemies from childhood, their hatred for each other had only grown with every year. The ripples of violence across the Town has given him the perfect opportunity to dispose of the man he hated most. But as he thought of his victim's last moments, he began to realise the gravity of his actions. Had it been worth it? The man's face began to twitch as his victim stopped in his head. The Executioner stood from his chair as the sun rose, bringing with it more dead. His mind struggled to comprehend the thought of going outside and facing the judgement of the town. He watched as the Sheriff dragged out another body from within a house. Something snapped inside the Executioner's mind. He pushed open the door and stepped outside, ready for whatever was coming next. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to bearprey)

"Father.." He whispers, the horror striking his eyes as his father is hung in front of his eyes; in front of the entire town. The town smiles and talks to one another happily, thinking that they were finally free from the Mafia. But they were wrong. His gaze burns over to the man in the corner who caused this. It was the all friendly, non-suspecting townsman; at least on the outside. The townsman was an old man, but he was wise and well believed. Him and his son claimed that his father was a murderer, killing everyone in the town at night. But he knew, deep in his heart, that he was innocent. Every night since, a raging fire of hatred has swelled up inside him, growing after each person the old man lynched. After he lynched one, and another person was murdered, he would lynch another for no reason, with no evidence; And the town believed him. Soon, he was the only one from his family left. He was no doubt going to be killed sooner or later. But he would get his revenge before his time was up, and the world would know it was him. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to vannahfoxx)

Emboldened by personal prejudice or a long ingrained blood feud, the Executioner holds a grudge. They seethe with rage at seeing their target breathe and does everything in their power to see them hung before the Town. However, their mind can be broken by the sight of his target dead at the hands of another. Uncertain on how to proceed a normal life not fueled by revenge, he will transform into a Jester as penance for his failure to act. (unregistered contributor)

The Executioner lived a normal life. Then his son was kidnapped and had a ransom that cost a lot more than he can have. It was called murdering a man just for his own son. If he fails, the son dies. When the target doesn't specifically get lynched, he will suicide out of grief just to see his poor boy. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

Years ago, one man crossed the Executioner. The Executioner begged for money, but the man just scoffed. But years later, the Executioner still remembers. That's why he has joined the Town of Salem. To most, hes just a simple man trying to survive. But at night, he stalks his prey. But then, at daybreak, he charges to the man, and accuses him of plotting against the Town. The man insists he is just a mere Doctor, and that the Executioner is crazy. Speaking loudly, the Executioner begins insisting that his target has committed the crimes. As a group forms around them, more and more people step up, saying that the "doctor" might have killed fellow townsmen. Holding back a grin, the Executioner puts out the idea to hang the man. Many agree. The man is hanged, and thus another person's life has been claimed by the Executioner. (unregistered contributor)

He came out of the school and walked home. He was alone. The Mafia killed his mom, and the Witch crazed his dad. He didn't do school too well, especially with the bullies. There was this one boy. He came to him everyday and threatened to lynch him when the time came. Both of the boys grew older, and didn't seem to see each other much. Then, one day, when they were older, the bully then threatened the boy again. The boy had a grudge. A grudge that would be a fight amongst the bloods for centuries again. He needed revenge..... (unregistered contributor)

A man who bought the power of lynching to the town, this particular person rules the gallows with a rod of iron. While the town uses the rope for lynching evil-doers, the Executioner sees one particular towns-member that stands out from the crowd. His target. His infinite rage can only be fed by seeing his target hanging lifeless before the town. However, if one such killer happens to interfere with the death of the Executioners target, he breaks into insanity, becoming a Jester and thus, becoming his own target. (credit to Squiddington)

The Executioner was an obsessed hunter. He carried a hunting rifle everywhere he went, and took his job very seriously. He was so alert and comfortable that not even a man with knives or weaponry could harm him under his skillful cloak. He learned how to preform taxidermy and was always on the prowl for some new beast to take down. However, one day, his obsession with hunting took him too far; He wanted a rug, with the skin and hair of a human. But not just any human; one specific human, the one with the softest and most insulated skin. He had genius plans; Since it would be a crime to bust into someone's house and kill them, and since the skin would be rotten if not removed immediately, he would tell lies to get the owner of his desired skin lynched by hanging. Then, during the night, he could collect the skin, to show off how obsessive he was. But, should he fail to collect his skin, should it rot on the floor in blood, the Executioner would try to get himself lynched, so that he can try to get the skin again in the afterlife. (credit to Octometaknight)

Hungry, desperate, cold. These were the three last things he could feel. Laughed at by the mayor, ridiculed by the doctor, malnourished by the sheriff and tortured by the jailor; he was about to pass on. Collapsing on the driveway in front of a house, he made the dustbins fall over. “What was that?” asked the Godfather. “Probably the spy.” the mafioso answered. The consigliere was sent to investigate. Returning with the unconscious man, he exclaimed that he was a survivor, the one ridiculed by the town. The mafia woke him up and fearful, he whispered “What do you want?” The mafia told him to eat, and that they would help him get revenge on the town he once looked up to. They asked him who he hated and he just said “Them. But most of all, that doctor.” The mafia agreed to give him a never-ending supply of bulletproof vests so he could get the doctor killed. The next day, there were photos of the doctor dead in different ways, all up on his wall, but the one he went for was the one where he was on the gallows. “Alright.” he said. “Let’s get down to business.”

Five months later, the investigator walked into the old, ramshackle house; he had received a lead on this person which he didn’t want to ignore. He was glad he didn’t. There were pictures everywhere, and all of them were of the same person, hung on the gallows with red painted X’s going through their eyes. This person clearly had a problem, perhaps it was an enemy, or maybe just a poor soul targeted by this insane lunatic. Every accusation made sense now. Every time the suspicion was placed on the poor doctor this... “Executioner” made sure the whole town was convinced of their guilt. No wonder he was so upset when the town realized they had been tricked, and voted him innocent. The investigator sat down and tried to make sense of how this person could target a fantastic and awesome doctor. He searched his mind for any logic as to why he might be obsessed with his death. Perhaps it started last month, when the doc’ accused him of conspiracy. But no, this thing had obviously gone on longer than that. Much longer. (Credit to TheMightyEagle; Science_Gamer on Reddit)

The Executioner had a scarring past with a lot of people, maybe one day he'd wake up and think poorly of the Medium, or the Sheriff, he'd claim to be a Sheriff, or an Investigator, or maybe even a Vigilante if he was that desperate. No matter the case, he'd claim something, and provide a fake will to match what he'd say. That day, when he'd finally get them up there, on the stand, and they claimed that he was "an executioner, trying to get me killed!" he'd scoff and say "Look at him! He's trying to say that I'm a lowly executioner! How dare you say that to me, the Sheriff of all things!" The town would listen to what he'd say, because they thought he was the Sheriff, and when his target was lynched, he'd laugh and say "I can't believe it! You actually fell for it!" He'd go back to his house and sleep soundly, knowing he got someone he hated killed. Later that night, the SK would come in and try to stab him, but would find out, he was immune.

You ever wonder WHY the Executioner becomes a Jester if his target is killed at night? It's because he becomes scarred after that point, his plan failed, and then has to be lynched for it to right. After all, when the Executioner is in town, SOMEONE is going to be lynched no matter what, whether or not it's him or his target, someone is getting lynched. (Credit to Bowserishere and also, tinyurl.com/HorsaYouTube)

The Executioner was a powerful man. He was strong, and not a force to be messed with. But the past of the Executioner was not clear to all. Maybe his past involved why he hated this particilar person? but nobody had noticed until the Executioner had the chance. on the day after the first kills of the medium and Vigilante, the Executioner lumbered over to his "Target" and claimed he was the sheriff, and that his "Target" was a dangerous mafioso, waiting to be given orders. however, the town saw through his lies. the mafia came to his house the next night, but in actual fact, the Executioner had been Challanging How strong he was with the Jester, his best friend. The Executioner came home, and he saw. His "Target", the investigator, had been killed by the Man who plays with knives. The Executioner Went Home a sorrowed man, and the Jester came over to Help him get back with his life. the Executioner then realised what to do. He, along with the Jester, tried to get themselves Lynched. As they all say, Never mess with the Tricking Claimer. (Credit to Rocketlauncher22)