Board Thread:Role Ideas (Jokes)/@comment-31256456-20190102050044

Role: You are an obsessed maniac who will not stop until you irritate the living hell out of every normal human being

It came. It saw. It died.

Such was the life of the innocent Crusader, foruming at night, seeing as funny posts came and went. A perfect system, he thought, for Salem, for even the most useless posts would soon die quickly, making the Framer's attempts at annoying the town redundant. He watched as the nights passed, and as the mafia died. It wasn't an easy fight, but as the Mafia and the Coven quickly succumbed to the Jailor who revealed right away as soon as the trials began, it seemed as if the town was finally at peace again. However, there was only one problem. Although everything from the Town's point of view was fine, as the Mafia and the Coven were completely erradicated, the Crusader felt something inside. Something wasn't right, he thought. He felt anger, sudden hatred, for the Town, and at first, he didn't know why, but he soon realized- it was the Wiki. His comments, disappearing through the night, as he typed on his Salembook, were not noticed at all- for people like the Jailor and the Medium overshadowed him, showing important information and blogging on kills and how it was so cool that the Medium could talk to the dead. Helpful and kind users were racking up edits while he was falling behind, and he didn't win ToTM despite the fact that he had ten thousand edits. What? How could this happen? Anger turned into blind rage, that lasted two nights- before he began to smile the same smile that the Serial Killer had- for there was a new threat in the town- massive amounts of suicide. Townies were killing themselves right and left for what they saw on the forums- posts of pure hatred and cancer spread, and soon, there was almost no one left. All, but one, the one that would control the Town, all by himself.

They came. They saw. They died. 