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Bodyguard
A quiet, unassuming man, the Bodyguard watches his target closely to make sure no would-be attackers come near. The moment a threat is spotted, the Bodyguard springs to action, taking the bullet in place of its intended victim. As he lies dying on the ground, the Bodyguard musters the last of his energy to raise his own gun and, with accuracy and discipline that only a hardened soldier could possess, avenges himself before dying. (current story, unregistered contributor)

The Investigator chuckles to himself for being so clever, and points an accusing finger at a bewildered old man. When the rest of the town follows, the old man panics, and quickly reveals a certificate that only a true mayor could possess. Everyone voted the mayor innocent, and the old man sighed of relief and walked off the gallows. The Investigator sheepishly apologizes. That night, the Mafia team gathered up. The Godfather was determined to set out for the Investigator, because if he interrogates another person that is Mayor or Godfather, he'll know they are absolutely the Mafia! The Mafioso is uneasy about this plan, and neither the Disguiser nor the Janitor set out to the Investigator's house with the Godfather. When the Godfather was near the Investigator's cabin, he saw the Investigator outside the house. Perfect timing. The Godfather aimed his gun at the man and shot twice. He heard the sound of the bullets hitting on target. The Godfather smiled, nodding in triumph, and started to turn to leave, until he saw another bullet whizzing at his face. It was too late to react, and the Godfather sunk to the ground, motionless. Ten feet away, the Bodyguard also lays down on the ground, dying. He closes his eyes and smiles. He has done his job. He saved his fellow town member. 71.167.106.23

The Serial Killer slips silently inside the Doctor’s house. His shadow slips over the hall walls as he searches for the bedroom. All is quiet outside; everyone is asleep. He grins and licks his lips in anticipation of the slaughter that is to come, toying with the blade of his razor sharp knife. The Serial Killer ghosts into the bedroom, stalking to the side of the bed. He raises his blade over the prone figure, eyes glinting with malice and joy at the same time. As he brings the blade down, and iron hand clamps down over this forearm, halting the descent of the knife. A large figure, clad in body armor stands behind him, cocking a revolver. The Serial Killer, recovering with cat-like speed, reverses the knife and buries it deep in the Bodyguard’s chest. The iron grip weakens, and the Serial Killer turns to flee. As he reaches for the doorknob, his vision turns red. Somewhere far away, he hears a bang, and then his world tilts to the side. The next morning, the sun shines upon the tragedy; The Doctor couldn’t save the Bodyguard in time. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Investigator, weary from sifting through refuse stood before the town in the early morning. His finger was directed towards an elderly man, whom he immediately labelled the Godfather. Desperate, and without any other leads, they put the man on trial. The old man rebutted this accusation by producing a certificate that was awarded to him when he was elected as the Mayor. As he left the stand, he asked everyone to place a paper with their name and occupation into a box that was being passed around, where he would spend the night mulling over the results. When night fell, the Mafioso was sent to pay the Mayor a visit to destroy all of the incriminating evidence. As he broke the lock to the old man's door, he drew his gun and began his search in the Mayor's study. Surely enough, the target was huddled over his desk, passed out after a long night's work. Suddenly, a man steps from the shadows and reaches for the assailant's gun. A single shot rings out, fatally wounding the protector as he falls to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. The Mafioso recovers and trains his firearm on the Mayor, but is shot by the dying man with the last of his strength. The Bodyguard gives the Mafioso a twisted grin before succumbing to his injuries. He has done his job.

Years of working with the Mayor as his most trusted agent, the Bodyguard is a huge threat to anyone that dares to bring panic, misery and corruption to Salem. Equipped with a vest, and a special revolver entrusted to him for many years of service, he will stand by anyone and protect them, no matter what the cost. If his target is ever threatened, he will take his own life and take the bullet, but not before he avenges himself; by shooting the attacker before the Bodyguard draws his final breath. (credit to Squiddington)

The Bodyguard sat down enjoying a beverage thinking about what happened to the other Bodyguard in town. He thought for quite some time. He thought, "If I save someone's life, I'll die, but the evil doer will as well. Should I have this job? Should I risk it?" The next day one of his partners, the Sheriff, died. One more kill that he could've prevented. the next day, he protected the one person he cared about. The Mayor. He goes to his house, and, the lights flicker. They suddenly turn all the way off. He hears a cackle from a raspy voice. He knew that voice. It was the Vampire. The Vampire attacks him and he fights him off until the Vampire Hunter came and fended off the vampire. He was bit. His vision fades away, and he says, "Thanks for the help. Tell Salem..... I love them. All of them." The Bodyguard slowly dies in the Vampire Hunter's hands. The Vampire Hunter is who he protected, but that day, everything didn't go the way planned. The Vampire was dead and all, but.... but...... The Vampire Hunter saw her only friend die. Fionna..... Fionna saw.... her only friend.... die. In her hands. (unregistered contributor)

Ever since the death of his wife he was never quite the same... He began living his life for others instead of himself thinking it would somehow make up for what he was unable to do for her years ago. He walks people home each night to talk partially hoping the conversation will fill the emptyness inside him. All of a sudden an attack from nowhere! The bodyguard shoots him point blank with a pistol and the attacker drops lifelessly to the floor. The bodyguard is unharmed but just stares at the body and drops the gun... before the person can say thank you he collapses to his knees leaning over the body and crying. "Are you okay?" they ask. He can't hear them... he's too far gone. "I could have... I could have saved us both" He picks up the gun slowly to his head. "But you did!" All he can see is his wife's body motionless on the ground "I love you... I love you baby I'm so sorry..." "no, don't do it!" darkness (unregistered contributor)

The Secret Service has a plaque in their main hall that commemorates its greatest agents and their efforts; but one man isn't on that list. The Bodyguard is the premiere specialist in protection and his years of service have gone unawarded at his request. He is a modest and humble person that regularly steps into harms way for those he has been tasked to protect; after which he escapes into the shadows before anyone can thank him. Armed with a bulletproof vest and a handgun, the Bodyguard will protect his charge and kill the attacker; or die trying. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor had the last mafia in front of him. The Investigator had confirmed he was a leader among men, and this man had no way of revealing himself as a Mayor. With that, the Jailor began to execute the Godfather, but he made it as painful as he could to avenge the Sheriff, who had been found by the mafia. The Godfather's cries of pain did not go unheard, however. It was a full moon. And a certain snarling beast of a Werewolf was prowling. It heard the cries of the Godfather and was drawn to them like a moth to a light. The Werewolf forced its way into the jail. The Jailor looks up with surprise, turned to fear while the Godfather bleeds out. The Werewolf pounces, but something catches him. A Bodyguard. The Bodyguard tackles the Werewolf to the floor, who snarls and rips into the Bodyguard with its sharp claws. The Bodyguard refuses to succumb so easily and draws his pistol, firing it into the Werewolf. Regular bullets barely faze it however, and the Werewolf pushes the Bodyguard off with brute force. The Bodyguard staggers back, then yanks a single solitary silver bullet off the chain around his neck, loading it into the pistol. The Werewolf leaps, the Bodyguard aims...and fires. The silver bullet hits the Werewolf square between the eyes. However, the Werewolf was bringing its claws down into the Bodyguard at the same time, slashing his neck open. The Werewolf collapses instantly and the Bodyguard clutches his bleeding throat loosely, before falling backwards. The Jailor tries to call for the Doctor, but said Doctor was busy protecting the Escort that night while she went looking for the Serial Killer. The last thing the Bodyguard manages to gurgle out to the Jailor is "We make a good team..." before he succumbs to his wounds at last, knowing the town is safe from any more Werewolf attacks. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Doctor
After two tours as a combat medic in the latest world conflict, the Doctor is an expert healer and he loves to make house calls. Boasting degrees in surgery, radiology and several more, the Doctor can heal just about any wound the human body can sustain. Although he willingly heals the rest of the town, he refuses to heal the Mayor due to conflict with funding. He seeks to save people from death in just about anyway he can, but has still not figured out how to stop the one person that can scorch bodies beyond healing: The Arsonist. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Doctor is an expert medic with over 20 years of medical experience. As such, he can treat any wound, from minor injuries, to severe wounds. However, his experience in treating injuries does not help against the burns of a known sociopath that lurks throughout Salem; The Arsonist. He has also been confused as a Serial Killer many times, as Investigators have spied on him "playing with knives".. (credit to Squiddington)

The Doctor goes over to the patient, a Lookout. She says, "Now don't be climbing on too many roofs, because that leg needs to heal! Serial Killer got you good!" The Lookout then walks out the door, with a bandage on. The Doctor thought to herself, "My life is PERFECT!" Then one night, she didn't think of healing HERSELF. She woke up the next day not breathing and she questioned it. "How has this become of me?" She then reveals her secrets of healing, potions, and helping others in her last will. (unregistered contributor)

The doctor walked up to the quiet, seemingly empty house. She stepped onto the porch, preparing to open the front door when she saw that it was ajar. Cautiously, she stepped into the house. She made her way around, searching for a possible patient. Then she found him. It was the mayor, laying in a heap on the floor. He was bleeding from his stomach, and had tears streaming down his cheeks. He called to the doctor for help. He had been stabbed by the serial killer who had left him to die. The doctor dropped to her knees and began to give the mayor some first aid. After all, saving people's lives was her job. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Doctor goes to visit the house of a Spy who had verified himself to the town. The Investigator had testified for the Spy's identity and the Jailor had jailed the Investigator to protect him on this night. As the Doctor steps into the Spy's house however, he noticed the Spy wasn't home. Curious, the Doctor walked around the town for a while before hearing a faint groaning noise. He followed the sound and found the Spy bleeding in a bush with numerous bullet-holes in his body. Startled, the Doctor rushes to his aid and employs his use of emergency first-aid he had learned a long time ago. A bloody note next to the Spy simply read "WITNESS!" so the mafia had intended to kill him immediately. The Doctor was smart though and always kept medical supplies on his person as a pre-caution. After a few close calls, he manages to patch up the Spy enough to get him home for proper treatment. Next morning, the Spy comes out of his house, much to the mafia's dismay. He gets the town's attention and successfully identifies one of the mafia, to which the Sheriff confirms. Thanks to the Doctor's well-timed first-aid, the Spy was able to live long enough to get the Mafioso lynched before the town, the very person who had tried to kill him just the night before. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Doctor goes to visit the house of a Sheriff who had verified himself to the town. The Investigator had testified for the Sheriff's identity and the Jailor had jailed the Investigator to protect him on this night. As the Doctor steps into the Sheriff's house however, he noticed the Sheriff wasn't in his room. Curious, the Doctor scurried around the house looking for the Sheriff. He heard a sound of rustling in the kitchen, so he followed it, in it he found the Sheriff and Mafioso clawed by something really viscous. But the Sheriff was also shot, and the Doctor knew who had shot him. Thankfully the Doctor saved the Sheriff but as he turned to leave, he found out what had clawed the Sheriff and the Mafioso, it was a Werewolf. At that very moment the Werewolf had killed the Doctor. But the doctor was happy to know that he died saving one very important ally, the Sheriff. And the next day the Werewolf was sent to the gallows. A very good night and day for the Sheriff that had his life saved by the doctor who risked everything to save him. (unregistered contributor)

Escort
Stepping off the Broadway music scene and into an early retirement, the Escort is a beautiful muse that is as distracting as she is crafty. She uses her wily charms to keep even the most hard-working persons at home and distracted. The Escort will go wherever the going is good, whether that be the Mayor's house, the Godfather's or even the house of a man claiming to show her tricks with a knife. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Godfather was fuming. The Vigilante had gotten a lucky shot on his Mafioso, and he aimed to get the Vigilante back before he could find the mafia's Framer as well. That fool had revealed himself to the town, like he was expecting a parade in his honour for shooting the Mafioso. He instructed the Framer to frame the Jester, in hopes the town investigative found it and decided to lynch him, thus hurting themselves. The Framer nodded and walked out, while the Godfather prepared the very weapon he'd passed onto the Mafioso before. He would get the Vigilante back for this. Before he can leave however, the lovely Escort finds her way into his home. Completely distracted by her looks, he stops what he was doing while the Escort encourages him to share a drink with her. The Godfather decides a drink wouldn't hurt, and humours her request. As they're almost finished with their drinks however, a shot cracks through the house and hits the Godfather square in the shoulder. The Vigilante was taking another guess. The Escort, startled quickly runs out of the house, yelling that somebody had been shot. The next morning, the Escort reveals to the town that she had kept the Godfather home all night and nobody had died. The proven Vigilante confirms he shot the Godfather, and yet there the Godfather was, still alive. Before the Godfather knows it, he's on trial with confirmed townsfolk designating him as the Godfather. The Escort cheekily blows him a kiss, exclaiming "Better luck next time, sweetie." and it's the last thing the Godfather sees and hears before the rope tightens around his neck and he is hung. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A young performer waiting for her big break to join a theater troupe, The Escort makes sure she's ready for her auditions by practicing nightly in her neighboring town members' houses. She'll pirouette for a Doctor about to make a house call, or twirl for the Vigilante, about to take out his gun. Whoever is entertained by the Escort, they seem to forget their troubles, motives, and strong determination to get their job done for the night. Few in the town can find the strength to ignore the charming performer's smile, but only the man with knives in his backpocket can muster the strength to kill the pestering Escort. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

Investigator
The Investigator carefully selects the person in question by day, then sneaks off to the house of the accused at night. Peeking in through a open window, he is stunned to see knives lining the walls of the house, blood-stained and gleaming in the moonlight. That's all the investigator needs to see before he leaves quickly. He is convinced he has found a Serial Killer, and makes sure to call him out by day. The "Serial Killer" panics and quickly claims he is a doctor, doing his job. With the help of the Town, the "doctor" is quickly lynched, as the Town crowds around the person as they look for hints of their role. Medical files fall out of the pocket of the dead body, as medication is loosely held in the dead man's hands. One person slowly looks up and points an accusing finger at the Investigator, before loudly and clearly stating: "Lynch him." (current story, credit to FlamingCatzIce)

Notepad and pen in hand, the Investigator goes off at night to the house of a fellow member who has raised suspicion in the Town after a chain incineration of an Arsonist. Through inspection of the house, he finds just about all he needs to confirm the suspicions: the distinguishable smell of gas. He knew that the Town's only Transporter had died to the hands of the Werewolf, and with no Amnesiac to wander the graves of the dead with any hope of remembering his Transporter days, he jots down the person as the Arsonist. The following day, the suspected is uncovered and lynched, and the Investigator walks away, patting himself on the back for a job well done. (credit to Phentom Foxeh)

In the streets of Salem, a man in a trench coat prowls the night in search of clues. The Investigator is a former police detective with years under his belt of stopping governmental corruption. Using his keen sense of perception, he examines his target's home, habits, business and trash to determine their role in utter secrecy. His relationship with the Sheriff is a tenuous one because he fears corruption, but finds allies in the Spy and Lookout. (credit to Ace2369)

The Investigator was born a bright and inquisitive child hired by the Mayor in times of crisis as a private eye who gathers information for the town. Using his brilliant mind and the art of deduction and process of elimination, the Investigator tracks and narrows down the last Mafia. He develops a suspicion on a fellow man who he decides to investigate tonight. Upon visiting said man, he discovers he owns weapons. He proclaimed, "They could be a Veteran, Vigilante, or Mafioso". With the Mayor's support and the bodyguards and doctors looking over him, he announce this to the town, and despite the man's defense, the man turned out to be the last member of the Mafia. The Mayor congratulates the Investigator on his hard work and the Investigator goes home a tired man, yet rewarded with driving the Mafia out of the town. (unregistered contributor)

A former police officer opens the cold door handle of his " humble abode." He prowls the street, looking for clues, visiting his target's house, and trying to find out what their role is. He looks in the window and he sees multiple people. The people are talking about..... other people dying. He turns around and a firm voice startles him. It was a Werewolf. The Werewolf goes for his head and eventually succeeds. The bite is on his forehead, and blood is seeping out. He visits the Doctor's house and gets the wound stitched up. He then speaks words of wisest wisdom. " If there is no one to investigate, you are useless. But if you find out how to investigate someone in a new way, the situation will present itself." He then slips past the shadows and goes back home. The last words he speaks are the ones that lynched the evil. He said, "He attacked the Jailor, therefore, he must be the Serial Killer." He then has no excuse and is lynched, going for a win for the town. (unregistered contributor)

The Investigator surveyed his target carefully during the day. He seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Fidgeting a bit and looking back at his house with uncertainty. Why? The Investigator aimed to find out. Night fell upon the town and the Investigator readied his equipment to find out what he could about this person. He sneaked through the back door of his target's home and carefully into the basement, turning on his flashlight. What he saw confirmed his suspicions. Weapons lined the walls, from big to small, ammunition stacked up next to desks or in boxes. He couldn't have been a Vigilante, the Vigilante killed himself a couple nights ago after shooting the Veteran. There was only one last possibility. Quickly, the Investigator withdrew from the basement, sneaking back out the rear of the house. Next morning, the town is delighted to find the body of the Godfather in the middle of the street. The Jailor had executed him. Unsurprisingly, the one person who didn't look at all enthusiastic about seeing the dead Godfather, was the same person the Investigator checked the night before. He noted this, and while the town talked among themselves, the Investigator stepped forward and spoke up. He was ready to accuse the Mafioso, who was now the Godfather. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Jailor
Specialising in restraint, the Jailor swoops down on his target and has them locked up before they can say "I am blackmailed". From there, the target is questioned and if the Jailor doesn't like what he hears, he has been given the Fifth Freedom by the Mayor to execute on sight. He's been called crude, brutal, dominating and even sociopathic, but one thing is for sure; the Jailor gets results, whether you like it or not. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor was once a young adult, he was still with his father during this time. His father was the town's hero, he was strong, smart, stealthy, and strangely, a master at restraint, he would also do the executions of any criminal for the town with his axe. The Jailor's father was teaching him the ways and traditions of the family, by this time, his training was almost complete to be just like him. One day, the town was attacked, new people who had joined the town was apparently a part of the Mafia, out of nowhere, the Godfather shoots the Sheriff in the back of the head. Then, the Mafioso was the sniper and he started shooting the town from a distance, the Jailor's father then restrains the Mafioso, the Mafioso didn't notice until it was too late for him. Then, right before The Jailor's father executes the Mafioso with his axe, a Serial Killer creeps out of the woods and stabs him in the back. With his father's last breaths, he mustered up the will to restrain him, but didn't have enough strength to finish the job. The Jailor then followed his father's footsteps, during this time, the Mafioso, rolled away during the encounter. The Jailor then came upon his father's corpse, with his axe in his hand. The Serial Killer says, "Whoever that guy was he just tried to kill me, can you please cut me loose?", The Jailor then said, "That man was my father! Tell me what happened!" He then picked up his father's axe and laid the sharp part of the axe on the back of the Serial Killer's neck, the Serial Killer began stuttering out of fear, the Jailor then said, "That's what I thought." Then, he executed him with his father's axe, he then inspected to find out what had happened, he then found out, the person he had just killed was a Serial Killer. He then left his home town, he never looked back, for he knew, it can never be the same again. (credit to Minecraftstyle09)

After 10 years of you being a bodyguard the Sheriff inspected him making Salem's new jailor. With your years spent on being bodyguard you didn't have much money only allowing you to build a small jail with one cell plus and eletric chair. At first the Sheriff didn't approve but then when the Godfarther and Serial Killers came the Sheriff was glad he choosen you. (credit to Georgethepigmonster)

The Jailor sips his coffee as he stares at the papers on top of his table. They all belonged to the people he had executed. “Please, I beg of you, I am simply the Transporter!” His prisoner pleads, grabbing the fence getting in the way of his freedom and shook it violently, trying to get the Jailor’s attention. The Jailor, however, did not lay a single eye on his prisoner. As the prisoner was shaking the fence violently, something fell out of his pocket: a lighter. At once, the Jailor had finally laid eyes on his prisoner, noticing what had fallen out of the man’s pocket. He was an arsonist. The Jailor opened the drawer to his right and took out a gun of a Mafioso he had executed. The Jailor stood up and aimed the bullet at his prisoner’s head. The prisoner’s eyes widened when he realized he was being executed on the spot. The Jailor glares coldly at his prisoner. “You may fool the town, but you can never fool me.” (credit to AzureSeptember)

The Jailor stepped in front of the bars detaining his target, arms behind his back. He leaned close and surveyed his prisoner for the night. Almost immediately, the prisoner spoke. He called himself the Lookout. The Jailor rubs his chin thoughtfully, his face hidden underneath the brim of his hat. He asked the Lookout for what he saw the past couple of nights. The Lookout was all too eager to respond. He mentioned the Sheriff had been visited by two people the night he died. The Jailor was convinced, until the Lookout spoke the Jailor's name as one of those who had visited the Sheriff that night. The Jailor had jailed the Doctor on that night to protect him. He smirked and shook his head at the "Lookout" who raised his eyebrow at the Jailor. "No." rebutted the Jailor, "I did not visit the Sheriff that night." and with that, he takes his hat off to reveal his face to the "Lookout" whose eyes widen in fear. The Jailor reaches for his holster, revealing a revolver, putting it square between the liar's eyes and firing. Next morning, the body was found in the middle of town. After a search of his pockets, a set of forged documents were found. The "Lookout" was actually the Framer. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

It was a dark night and the jailor was heading to the vigilante`s house to have some tea. All of a sudden, he hears a scream. The mafia have struck again. He runs to the vigilante`s house and sees him lying on the ground. He holds him as he whispers his dying words. "Steve." Determined to bring justice, he accuses Steve but no one believes him. He heads to the mayor`s house to address his concerns. "Ok" the mayor says. "I will let you take this into your own hands. Talk to Steve at night. I give you permission to preform execution, but if you are wrong, that right will be taken away. I do, however still trust you to find leads since you are headstrong." The jailor walks to the jailhouse, permit in hand, Steve in the backseat of his car. "Tell me what you did last night" he says. Steve replies "I was taking care of my wife. She`s dearly sick and I don`t know what to do." "Oh, Allysa`s sick" the jailor asks. "Very" Steve responds. The jailor turns around, gun in hand, finger on trigger. "Your wife`s name is Brooke." (Credit to CindyZhengForev)

Lookout
The Lookout takes another sip of his coffee, he grows dreary. He knows he must not fall asleep, he must keep watch over the Mayor's house, to spy any unwanted visitors. Just as he thinks "No one is going to come", he sees a fleeting shadow from the corner of his eye. He perks his head up and scans around, suddenly revived. When he cannot find the person again, he grows worried. When he hears the scream, he grows panicked. Just then, he spies a female figure, wrapped in a black cloak, slink out of the now-open front door, and creep away, through the bushes and undergrowth. He knows that face, and is stricken with sadness when he realizes is belongs to Mary, his sister. He lays his face in his hands and cries, then stops, knowing he must turn her in. (current Story, credit to Cameron Barry)

The Lookout knows who comes in and who comes out. She follows a suspicious man and sees what happens. The Lookout equipped with binoculars, a notebook, and a lot of pens. She looks at who visits the suspicious one. Two people visit. One is a gal who looks like an Escort, the other is the Investigator. The Investigator leaves before the suspicious man comes back. The Escort was not so lucky when the man picked up a knife... and slashed the Escort down. The lookout realized what happened after the escort dies. At morning she told the mayor about the horrible crime. No one except the invest followed, until she finally convinced the mayor and saved the town from a knife in the head. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

A van rolls to a stop outside the house in question and the Lookout begins his work. Tapping into street cameras and phone calls, he never loses sight of his target. A master of surveillance, the Lookout uses the latest in technology to observe his chosen target. All clandestine meetings are recorded and co-conspirators are documented, making it impossible for the target to even sneeze without the Lookout knowing. He occasionally does work for the Spy and Investigator, but his true motivation is the currency that keeps his van gassed, his computers running, and his favorite past time alive: people-watching. (credit to Ace2369)

A former gymnast hops onto the tree beside their target's house. She hops onto the roof, looking through the window on top of the roof. She had a very good sense of hearing and was very good at predicting where they were, even in the dark. She squatted on the top of the house, listening and looking. Someone was in there. Luckily, she had such good eyes that she saw who it was, identifying them as well. It was the person that was ALMOST lynched the previous day, and the Investigator had evidence. She heard a deafening SHREEKfrom inside the cottage. The suspect then jumped out of the house, blood on their clothes, scared, and ran for their life. The next day, she told the whole town of Salem about it. The suspect was lynched. The town only had 1 more evil to lynch or kill before the town won. Only if she caught that one too..... More people followed her strategy and gathered information on the rooftops. They lynched the evil doer every time. The were wise, swift, and quiet. No one could catch them on their fleet feet on the tops of houses. Since that day, the lookouts are eagle-eye observers that have those swift feet that the first one had. (unregistered contributor)

The Lookout quickly made his way to the Investigator's house. The Investigator had called out the Godfather earlier that day, and with the Jailor and Doctor dead, he was in a lot of trouble. He clambered his way up the Investigator's house and crawled along the roof, until he was over the front door, looking down. He was betting someone was going to try and finish off the Investigator tonight for sure, and so he lay down to hide himself as best as he could in the dark of the night, and waited. He waited five minutes. He waited ten minutes. He waited fifteen minutes. He waited twenty minutes. His eyes never left the front door, not even for a split second. After about an hour or two, there was a rustling noise behind the house, and it did not go unnoticed by the Lookout. Carefully, he maneuvered his way across the roof to the back of the house and watched. A shadowy figure emerged from the undergrowth and disappeared through the back door of the Investigator's house. He only saw him for a split second, but he knew from the shape of their head just who that person was. He had called himself the Medium earlier that day. There was a gunshot and a cry of pain. The Investigator had been shot, and the intruder quickly zipped out the back of the house. Less than five minutes later, another figure approached the back. The Lookout knew this person as well, from his height or lack thereof. He had called himself the Sheriff and had a large, tall hat to compensate for his small stature. A minute later, there was a strangled cry from the house and this figure too disappeared. The Lookout hurriedly wrote down who had visited the Investigator on this night and kept waiting, but nobody else came. The next morning, the Investigator was found dead with both a bullet wound and a stab wound. Both mafia and Serial Killer had taken a turn on him. The Lookout quickly consulted his notes to check the names of both people and then exclaimed his findings to the town. The Serial Killer was lynched that day, while the Mafioso was shot dead by the Vigilante, both killed thanks to the Lookout's dedication to watching the Investigator's house all night. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Mayor
After a long, stressful campaign, one candidate is selected to lead the town. This candidate is the Mayor, and after settling a few problems, he goes off to one of his three vacation homes and relaxes until he is called back because of a problem the people cannot fix. After observing and gaining information as a "regular" townie, he reveals as the Mayor and uses his mastery of politics to successfully lynch a Mafia member. Sadly his reign is short-lived. He knows that his childhood rival, the Godfather, must be in the Town of Salem and surely will try to kill him as he hears of this. The Mayor cannot get the Doctor to heal him due to money issues and later, late at night on his first day back, his fears are confirmed. The Godfather, along with his Disguiser and Janitor have come to kill him. (current story, unregistered contributor)

After a long campaign, one candidate from the Town of Salem is elected to lead the town. The Mayor enjoys his privacy, keeping quiet and vacationing in one of his three favorite vacation homes, until the town is threatened. Once revealed the Mayor commands respect from all Town members and uses his mastery of politics to carry more weight in voting trials. In this exposed state, he becomes the target of the 2nd Runner up to the mayor electoral committee, his rival since childhood; the Godfather. (unregistered contributor)

The Mayor and the Godfather stood opposite each other, the bodies of three people around there as well. The Serial Killer, having commit suicide over lynching the Jester the day before, the Medium, who was the Serial Killer's final victim, and the Jailor, who had been the Godfather's latest kill. The Godfather sneered at the Mayor, who didn't say nor do anything in return. He would finish off the Mayor tonight, and claim the town for the mafia. For ages, the two remaining townsfolk stood across the courtyard from each other, staring each other down as if it were a standoff. The Godfather was curious, though. He didn't know who his last kill was going to be. An Escort? A Doctor? The voting period begun. The Godfather pointed his finger at the Mayor, voting for him. The Mayor leered at the Godfather, then pulled out some documents. The Godfather narrowed his eyes. What was the Mayor doing? The Mayor then held out the documents. Certificates verifying himself as Mayor. Immediately, the Godfather knew what was going to happen, and he was quickly shunted into the circle where his Framer had been lynched just two nights prior. The Godfather was too surprised by this sudden turn of events to say anything. The Mayor raised his fist...and turned it into a thumbs-down. He would not forget what the mafia had done to his town, and he certainly would not let the Godfather get away with it. The Godfather was only able to glare at the Mayor with hatred before the stool was pulled from underneath him and he was lynched like his comrade had been, just before. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Medium
After many years of spiritual transcendence, the Medium decides to walk the streets of Salem and speak with its ill-begotten dead. Performing a Seance, the Medium speaks to spirits and converses with them. The Medium's power is greatly undervalued, for the dead have a habit of spilling all of their secrets. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

Sneaking out into the night, the Medium rushes to the dark Salem graveyard. He pulls out an ancient tome, and begins his work. Reciting the mysterious words written inside, white mists slowly pour out from the shadowed gravestones. They are the spirits of those that died in earlier days. The Medium coaxes the dead for information, hoping to gain at least some hope to hold on to. The spirit of a Lookout then speaks up, stating the Godfather's identity. With a small thanks, the Medium turns to head back, but the Mafia have struck again as a silent bullet in the night ends the Medium's life. The information does not end there, though, as later that night, the Medium rises again to whisper his last knowledge to an Investigator. He then goes back home to his grave, resting happily, knowing that the Town will survive. (current story, credit to XXNinjaScoreXx and an unregistered contributor)

The spirit's mouth began to move. He spoke swiftly and urgently with meaning. The medium listened to him carefully, picking out the important details of his talk. The medium recorded all the data and sent the spirit away after properly thanking him. The medium went to leave the room when she saw a woman with a knife standing in the doorway.... The next day, the medium watched as the information she received was put to good use. Even though she had died at the hands of the serial killer, the information the Investigator's spirit had given her led the town to lynch the arsonist. The medium's spirit smiled gleefully. All that was left for her to do was seance the jailor, then she could go peacefully into the night. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Medium returns to the graveyard once again, visiting the grave of the Investigator and performing a ritual. The grave reacts and a white mist trails from it. The spirit of the town's Investigator is coaxed out and the Medium speaks, asking him what his latest results turned up before he was killed. The Investigator is all to happy to answer, revealing the identity of the Serial Killer. The Doctor in the grave next to the Investigator confirms for the Medium that this must be the case. The Medium thanks them and prepares to leave and return to their home. The Mafioso however, has other plans for the Medium and fires his pistol once, twice, thrice at the Medium, each shot landing before fleeing. The next morning, the Sheriff identifies the Mafioso successfully, getting him lynched and leaving just the Sheriff, Veteran, Jester, Serial Killer and Jailor. That night, the Medium uses their powers from beyond the grave to speak directly to the Jailor. The Medium divulges the information originally intended to be passed on, and the Jailor acknowledges, while having the Jester in jail. The next morning, the Sheriff is found dead, sure enough. The Veteran and Jailor point fingers at the Serial Killer, but the Jester refuses to aid the town in lynching him and instead points fingers at the Jailor along with the Serial Killer. The voting results in a stalemate, but the Jailor is not done yet. That night, he jails the Serial Killer, repeats the information the Medium passed onto him as evidence, and made one of his bloodiest executions yet, as payback for the Serial Killer killing his friend, the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Retributionist
Silently pacing around from one end to the other, his gaze falls over the fallen of the town, silently pondering what would be there in the afterlife. As he was talking with some of the victims, together with the town Medium, his mind keeps dwelling off to an old tome he had with him for many years, one he was ever given by a white witch when he was only an acolyte. In a small burst of light, his eyes widen as he remembers the book clearly, and walks over to one of the dead bodies. As he opens the old tome, he holds his other hand over the head of one of the bodies, with a clear white light emitting from it. "I am sorry to disturb your rest, my old friend, but it is not yet your time." (current story, credit to Knuffeldraak)

Working with ancient magic long forgotten by any Witch, the Retributionist performs magic that can turn the tide in the Town's favor. Ressurecting one target of choice, the Retributionist drains all of his magic in this glorious act of god-like power; rendering his physical body no different than the average Town. (unregistered contributor)

The first Retributionist grew up with a Witch. Not a bad Witch, more like the White Witch. Her mother had the hands of God, the magic of no one else, and the beauty of a princess. Then one day, Salem didn't really think she was a good witch. Her mother was burned (since she was a witch), all of the arts of magic in her daughter's hands. She started digging in the notebook on the day it was supposed to be her mother's 1028th birthday. She then discovered one little page. It was titled "The Arts Of Reviving." She dug into it deeper, and deeper, and deeper. She now knew how to do a SPECIAL magic. Reviving. She would be known as the Retributionist, and she would have the gift of giving a second chance in life. She gave that chance to her mother. She was turned into a proper witch, and she and her mother became healers, retributionists, and potion makers. The first retributionist was a mentor, and she had students. The most curious were the ones to be real retributionists some day, one day. (unregistered contributor)

Time was running out for the town. It was down to the Retributionist, the Godfather, and the Jester. The Retributionist had only one shot. He had to make it count. He paced back and forth along the graves, carefully thinking. He thought about the Jailor. He could execute the Godfather and bring an end to this chapter. But the Jester was in the Godfather's pocket. They'd lynch the Jailor in the morning again. After another half an hour wandering back and forth among the graves, he stopped and looked at one. Why didn't he think about that before? He quickly knelt down, setting his tome down and preparing the ritual. He whispered quietly to himself, the chosen grave glowing white. Then a hand forced its way through the dirt. Slowly, the occupant rises from the dirt, coughing and spluttering as he spits dirt out of his mouth. The Retributionist smiles at him, happy with his decision. Even if the Godfather shot him when he went back home, he knew that this would be the one decision that turns the tables on the Godfather, whether the Retributionist lived to see it, or not. As the resurrected person gets to his feet, so does the Retributionist who offers his hand out for a handshake. "Hello again, Mayor. Time to get some revenge." (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Sheriff
Elected with the Mayor during voting season, the Sheriff is an expert at his trade, reading people. A mere glance at his target tells the Sheriff everything he needs to know: whether or not the target is suspicious. He knows all of the law abiding citizens and seeks to take down the only criminals that elude him to this day, the Godfather and the Arsonist. (current story, unregistered contributor)

As another Mafia is lynched, the Sheriff notices a man looking grim. He trudges back to his house, grumbling. The Sheriff notices this, and decides to pay the man a visit early the next morning. "Sorry for my intrusion." the Sheriff said to the man. "No problem Sheriff", the man replied, "what brings you to my humble abode?" "Well, I just wanted to talk," said the Sheriff. The Sheriff stared the man down with his piercing eyes. "How does it feel to see another wretch given justice?" the Sheriff spoke, smiling. The man was silent. He averted his eyes from the Sheriff, his face red with anger poorly hidden. The Sheriff stood up and walked out the door. "I'll talk to you again soon", he said as he left - tipping his hat respectfully. Another Mafia was lynched that next day. It was a good day. (unregistered contributor)

As another member of the Mafia is lynched, the Sheriff notices a man looking grim. He trudges back to his house, grumbling. The Sheriff notices this, and, in turn, stays up late. As the 12 strokes dong throughout the Town, the Sheriff sneaks up to his house. As the man leaves the house, the Sheriff pins him against the wall and starts asking him questions. The Sheriff’s training in interrogation eventually causes the man to break and divulge that he’s a member of the Mafia. The Sheriff lets the man go and disappears back into his home until the sun rises. The Sheriff announces his findings to the Town which leads to the man’s execution, further weakening the threat of the Family to the town. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

Elected with the Mayor during voting season, the Sheriff is an expert at his trade; reading people. A glance tells him if they're suspicious, noticing small details such as blood or unusual sweating, and a quick trip to the interrogation room gets him exactly what he needs to know. Being forced undercover due to the threat of murder, he knows all of the law abiding citizens and seeks to take down the only criminal that eludes him to this day; the Godfather. (unregistered contributor)

The people gathered around to observe the latest death in the town, a nasty looking stab-wound in the Jester. Some of the town shook their heads, others shrugged off the death. It's not like he was important to the town, anyway. The Sheriff however, surveyed each and every member of the town, looking for some sort of clue. His gaze rested on one person. The Medium, having fallen long ago, had seance'd him the previous night, saying the Investigator who was also dead, claimed this person who the Sheriff was staring at, is one who works with knives. While his first assumption was that it was merely the town's Doctor at first, doubt started to set in as he looked at the thinning numbers in the town. He would have to find out tonight, for sure. Night falls over the town and the Sheriff sets out for his target's house. He forces his way in without even knocking, finds the occupant and forces him up the wall, demanding information from him. His target falters at first, caught off-guard by the sudden intrusion and hostility and claims himself a Doctor, but the Sheriff has been trained to observe a liar, from the sweating to their pupils dilating. He looked around the place. There were knives in the house, and the Sheriff was certain this person was not who they said they were. Regardless, he exited the house and reported the results of his interrogation, suspecting his target as a Serial Killer. The next morning, he is quick to call out the suspected Serial Killer, who tries to claim himself as a Doctor. The real Doctor reveals himself however, as well as his will. The town instantly descend on the Serial Killer, put him on trial and lynch him. As his identity is confirmed as a Serial Killer, the Sheriff breathes a sigh of relief. With the mafia long-gone thanks to the Investigator and Escort, the town is finally safe. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Spy
Silent as the nights go, a master of stealth, the spy creeps behind walls and hides in the shadows to lurk on his unsuspecting victims. The Spy listens in carefully, with audio recorders all around; the Spy's keen ears and paranoia keep him from being caught by the Mafia. But, if the Mafia have learned one thing, it's that there's always someone listening. (current story, unregistered contributors)

Black-listed by the CIA after a failed double agent mission, the Spy is an expert at covert operations. Using his espionage skills the Spy silently taps into the Mafia's communications network and listens to their plans. GPS trackers slipped onto known Mafia vehicles tell him where they're going but not who is in the vehicle. (unregistered contributor)

The Spy carefully left a bug hiding in the corner of the room of what he suspected was the Godfather's house, then quickly retreated from the place, waiting to tune in at night-time. Sure enough, the mafia arrive, one by one and the Godfather wastes no time in issuing his family orders. What sounded like an inexperienced Mafioso lets slip a name, causing the Godfather to angrily rebut him and demand he be addressed properly. One of them goes to the Jester's house. The other goes to the Vigilante's house. The Spy jotted down the orders he had heard and more importantly, the name. When the sun rises, the Vigilante was found dead. The Spy had an idea, but before he could speak, the Investigator piped up and identified the Mafioso. The Spy also makes his voice heard, declaring the name the Mafioso had let slip. The Lookout added in that he had watched the Jester's house that night and saw one person visit the Jester. The Spy assured the Lookout that that person was the Framer, as one of them set out for the Jester's house. The Doctor whispers that he highly doubt the Spy is who he says he is to the Jester. Even though he's across the courtyard and anyone else wouldn't hear a sound, the Spy picks up the Doctor's whisper clear as crystal and re-assures the Doctor that he can hear him whispering doubts, convincing the Doctor he is real. The town lynch the confirmed Mafioso and the Jailor jails the Godfather, then executes him. The Framer meets the same fate as the Mafioso on the gallows the very next day. Thanks to the Spy confirming the Godfather and Framer's identities, the town wipes out the family's presence inside of two days. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

After watching another member of the Mafia lynched, he sneaks to the Mafia's headquarters at night... He was determined to get the final mafia member lynched, but a shadowy figure appeared behind him, with a shining gun in the figures hand, The Spy quickly runs to hide, and rights in his last will "The Last mafia member must be St-" The figure had shot The Spy well he was righting in his will. The sun rises and the last will is being read, then a town member points out... "Only one persons name in this town starts with St... Steve..." The last words from Steve were "Goodbye... Salem..." the rope around his neck tightens, and Steve died, but later that night he talks to the Medium, the Medium listens to him closely, Steve says "Jack is the Arsonist..." The Medium then assumes that Steve was once the Consigliere, but got promoted to Mafioso after the Godfathers death. The next day, Jack is lynched. Steve was correct, and with that, the final evil in the Town was killed. The Town celebrated the victory. (unregistered contributor)

Transporter
The Transporter, a middle-aged, polite and quiet person. However, behind closed doors he is building the newest form of transportation. He says his soft-spoken and kind goodnights, before shutting his door and booting up his hi-tech computer. On his screen flashes names of of the people living in his humble town, whom he selects two, and the machine works its magic to switch the people's locations. Oils from the machine spurt out in protest against this near-magic task, covering the Transporter. No one knows the science behind this mastermind's work, and by day, he returns to his calm persona, acting like nothing happened, as the Janitor lays dead, killed by his own Mafioso. However, the oils that covered the Transporter got him mistaken for an Arsonist, leaving the genius to be hung at the end of the rope. (current story, credit to FlamingCatzIce)

The Transporter is a mild mannered taxi cab driver within the Town of Salem. They regularly force their farers to enter the cab, using their quick, fast action persuasion, and swap their farers' locations. They can regularly thwart the plans of the Mafia having them attack their own members and leaving them at the gate of a Serial Killer and Arsonist. However, this may also cause more harm than good for the Town by switching their intended targets. (unregistered contributor)

The Transporter smiles politely at his passenger as he disembarks the taxi. The Godfather thanks him, then enters the Mayor's house to do his work. Unbeknownst to him, however, the Transporter had already moved the Mayor to a safer location. The next day, news quickly spreads about a murder in the Mayor's house....only, it wasn't the Mayor who was killed. The Transporter watches the Godfather's alarmed expression with secret glee as his Mafioso's body was brought out of the building, having been killed by a member his own Mafia boss. The Transporter speaks up, and the real Mayor condemns the Godfather to death by hanging. (unregistered contributor)

The Transporter stops his vehicle and his passenger steps out slowly, thanking him. The passenger passes by another member of the town who the Transporter flags down and encourages into his vehicle. The new passenger thanks him as they drive off. Meanwhile, the mafia have planned a hit on the house the first passenger just entered. They knew the Investigator lives here, and the Mafioso is sent in to do the dirty work. He finds the house's occupant and fires repeatedly at that person several times before quickly disappearing. The next morning, the town comes out to the courtyard...and so does the person from the targeted house. The Transporter had messed up the destinations and dropped the Executioner off at the Investigator's house, and the Investigator at the Executioner's house. That same day, the Investigator divulged his important information: The identity of the Godfather. The town tried and lynched the Godfather, much to the Mafioso's dismay. He secretly promises to avenge his Godfather, starting with the Investigator. Unfortunately for him, the Investigator gets another ride from the Transporter who again messes up the passenger destinations. The next morning, the new Godfather is beside himself with fury when he finds out he shot his Framer. His rage does not go unnoticed by the Jailor, who jails the Godfather for the night, although lets him go when he claims he's a Transporter. After realizing nobody died that night however, the Jailor reports this to the town, and the new Godfather joins the old Godfather in the gallows. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Veteran
The Veteran goes home a happy man knowing that there is one less Mafia on the loose and has been hung thanks to him. He turns off his light and goes to his chair for a nice cold drink sitting in the dark. Outside, the Godfather wants vengeance for his killed family member so he decided to take matters into his own hands, telling his Disguiser to clean up the mess once he is done and take his place. Sneaking into his house at night to stop from being noticed by the other townsmen, he sees the man enjoying his drink and walks up behind him pointing a gun at his head, saying "You killed my men... now it's your turn." Firing his gun, the body falls flat on the floor only for the lights to turn on. It turned out to be a dummy. The Veteran stands behind him, and only says one word before pulling the trigger; "Boo." Later on the Disguiser comes over to make an outfit out of the clothes the Veteran left behind only to find his Godfather dead on the floor. The last thing he hears is the sound of a firing pin release. The Veteran calmly drags the bodies into the street for the Town to see the next day. (current story, unregistered contributor)

A crazed woman sits outside her brightly-lit porch with a loaded shotgun, eyeing anyone that walks past his house. She used to be a renowned general in the army, now on an early retirement after her mind went crazy after seeing her best friend killed in action. He aims her gun at a nearby Escort, but the Escort runs away in fear before she can pull the trigger. Her mind constantly grinding about her friend, she doesn't notice the Serial Killer creeping up behind her. Before the sociopath raises his knife, she quickly twirls around, smacks him in the head with the butt of the shotgun and knocks him to the floor. His bleeding, and barely alive body writhes in pain as the Veteran aims the gun at his head. She mutters the final words, "Goodbye, old friend." as he shoots his head clean off, and drags his lifeless body to the middle of the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The Veteran was once known as a hero from a long forgotten War. He came back paranoid that everyone was out to get him. On some nights when it is at its worst the Veteran grabs his trusty rifle and aims the barrel at the door, killing anyone who dares to enter. However, after three nights like this, the veteran realises he is safe and calms down. He vows to never pick up his rifle again no matter what the case. (unregistered contributor)

Try as he might, the Veteran could not shake the past visions he had of sleeping during the war and his camp getting ambushed by enemies in the middle of the night. He barely made it out alive and since then, the Veteran has had trouble controlling his paranoia. Tonight was a sleepless night for the Veteran, as the memories returned again. He felt really bad, like it was going to happen. Another part of him thought he was being too paranoid. Still, the Jailor and Escort had been killed last night. Finally, the Veteran decides to stay up tonight, having being unable to get a wink of sleep. He yanks down the blinds around his windows, turns off all the lights of his house, and prepares a dummy in the form of pillows dressed in his clothes and bed sheets for arms and legs. He places it in his kitchen, slumped on the dining table and prepares an audio recording of himself snoring, placing it under the dining table. He intentionally placed a desk lamp on its side, still on as if to suggest he knocked it over when falling asleep. Then he grabs his favorite rifle, one he used to survive in the trenches and hides himself behind one of his couches against the wall. His training had taught him how to hide himself effectively behind cover and leave the enemy unaware of his location. He waited, and he waited. At long last, he heard the sound of a door opening. Someone was coming into his home, just as he suspected they would! There was a shuffling noise as the intruder was drawn to the kitchen where the snoring emanated from. Carefully, the Veteran sneaks into a good spot. There is a cocking noise, and the figure speaks up, holding a pistol to the back of the dummy. "Boss said to put you down, you rat." The Veteran leaps up, looking for the source of the intruder's voice, right as the Mafioso pulls the trigger. The shot rings out through the kitchen and the muzzle of the Mafioso's pistol flashes, lighting up the kitchen as well as the Mafioso. The Veteran only needs that split second of light to find the Mafioso's head and fire, putting a bullet clean through the Mafioso's head. The Mafioso collapses, and the Veteran quickly drags the body upstairs to his room to hide it, shuts the door again, then returns to his hiding place. Within ten minutes, the door opens once more and another figure enters the kitchen, drawn to the uninterrupted snoring. The Veteran listens and waits. There is a sharp noise of a knife being unsheathed and the Veteran sees the figure bury a knife in the dummy's back, the desk lamp lighting up the Serial Killer's hand. With lightning fast reactions, the Veteran follows the lit-up arm to where he suspects the Serial Killer's head is, and claims his second kill of the night. The Veteran repeats the ritual of dragging the body up to his room, shutting the door, and waiting for any more intruders. However, nobody else decides to intrude on the Veteran for this night and as the sun rises over the town, the Veteran finally leaves his post, now knowing that any more intruders will see the obvious dummy now. He disassembles the dummy, shuts off the recorded snoring, and drags the two bodies into the centre of town, before putting the blinds over his windows up and his rifle away. His night of paranoia had been well worth it, after all. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Vigilante
Known to many as the man wearing "Hockey pads," the Vigilante prowls Salem's streets at night in search of justice. Armed with the pistol his father gave him before he was whacked by the Mafia, the Vigilante ignores the town's rule of death by lynching and takes a shot at whoever he deems evil. If he spills innocent blood, however, the next bullet from his gun will end the grief that plagues his mind. (current story, unregistered contributor)

The Vigilante doesn't like the rule of death by lynching in the Town of Salem, so he decides to bend that rule. Picking up his gun and loading it with his 3 bullets but also a secret bullet that he found in the grave of the fellow town, he prowls the streets of Salem, shooting anyone he deems evil. However, if he finds out that he had shot and killed a fellow town member, he will use his final bullet the next night-the one that ends his life. (unregistered contributor)

The Vigilante angrily pleads his case to the town, pointing at the woman who he suspects being the Mafia member who is responsible for the latest casualty in town. Many people vouch for the woman, and any attempt to get her hung is thwarted by the setting sun. As the Vigilante goes home with his head down, he sees out of the corner of his eye the woman grinning at him, taunting him, as she walks to her home. The Vigilante desperately wants justice to be served, with or without the town. As the moon creeps behind the clouds, the Vigilante slowly opens his father’s old wooden chest and retrieves an antique pistol. “Three bullets left? I’ll put ‘em to good use dad, I’ll make you proud”. Adrenaline pumping through him, he quickly rushes out the door, runs to her house, kicks in the woman’s door, lines up his shot and fires a bullet at her before she can react. The Vigilante flees to avoid detection, but not before noticing the woman’s belongings, and how they don’t seem like something a Mafia member would have. As the Vigilante returns home, doubt and guilt flood his mind, what if she really was innocent? Sick to his stomach, he desperately waits for the sun to come up, to be able to see what the woman truly was. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Vigilante left the Mayor's house, angry. The Vigilante was pleading with the mayor to give him permission to shoot a suspected mafia. The Mayor denied him. The Vigilante stomped home, angry. He was so mad, that he could not sleep. Lying in bed, he turned around to his night stand. A small revolver was gleaming in the moonlight. He picked it up, and looked at the suspected mafia's house. The Vigilante smiled a maniac-like smile. When his deed was done, the Vigilante comes home, with a feeling of dread. As the sun rises, to his horror, he realizes the true identity. The Vigilante went home, and all the Town folks heard that night was a loud gunshot.

A little boy comes running out of a burning building. The Arsonist did this. And the Mafia helped. His father and the rest of his family died in the fire, never to be seen again. He serves for justice. He fights for Salem. Every person he kills, he ALWAYS uses his pistol that his dad gave him for his 10th birthday. The pistol is capable for many things, killing, justice..... guilt. For if the boy, now a man, kills someone innocent, he takes it as killing himself. He says to himself, "I mean, why not? I killed them. I can't take it back." He then kills himself, having children and a wife, and says goodbye in his last will. The note says, "Goodbye, my precious family, and have a good time without me. Always serve justice. And never, EVER, give up to the mafia. To the evils, to the murderers. And protect Salem, Tophios (his son), and always go with your heart." The children cry, the mother weeps, and Tophios remembers. He remembers the pistol. He had to get it back! He goes to the crime scene again, and reaches over to the pistol. There was a tag on it. It's name was..... Tophios. He, HE, was named after a pistol. An important pistol. A pistol that would serve for the years to come by in Salem, killing people that seemed suspicious to the Vigilante, The Ones That Follow Their Heart. (unregistered contributor)

The man threw down his hat angrily upon entering his home. How dare they fire him! He was the town's best investigator and they fired him even after having proof that the "transporter" was really the arsonist! But now he was going to take justice into his own hands. The man opened up a small box, and pulled out a pistol. It had three bullets left in it. Three bullets for three enemies. The man smiled bitterly. Now it's time for the arsonist to pay. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Vigilante looked between the two arguing townsfolk carefully. Both were claiming to be Lookout, and both had presented very convincing log notes to verify themselves. Of course, there was no possibility of them both being Lookout, as a Transporter was confirmed as a random, so one of them was fake. But which one? He couldn't tell, and neither could the town. The Sheriff and Investigator had both been killed by Serial Killer and mafia respectively. The Jailor was torn between the two, as was the Vigilante and the rest of the town. Night fell and the town members retreated to their homes, hoping all would be revealed. The Vigilante sat at home, playing with his revolver. He opened it up. Three bullets. He had three bullets. He closed it again and looked outside at the town. He rubbed his chin in thought. This argument between those two claiming Lookout couldn't go on any longer. He had to intervene, if the Jailor wasn't going to. The town was doubly unsure as well. He got up out of his chair and walked outside. It was a cloudless night, a full moon hanging over the town. As he walked, he was still lost in thought, trying to think of which Lookout was lying. He was playing Russian roulette here, but if nobody took action about this, the town would slowly lose their people, until the mafia outnumbered them. He looked between the houses of both claimed Lookouts. One, then the other. He checked his revolver again, looking at one of the houses for a few seconds, before nodding. He'd made his decision. If this person was indeed the Lookout, he will take his own life next to the Lookout. If he wasn't, he will have done the town a huge service. He puts his hand on the door handle, looking back at the house of the other person who had claimed Lookout. No. He'd made his decision now, there was no going back. The Vigilante gritted his teeth and stepped inside. The occupant was inside and looked up with interest. He greeted the Vigilante calmly, asking what he was doing. The Vigilante said nothing, staring at this Lookout for a few seconds. Then he thought about something. If he was the Lookout, shouldn't he be watching somebody's house? As the Lookout asked if the Vigilante was okay, the Vigilante reached into his holster and produced his revolver, making the Lookout recoil in fear. The Vigilante raised his weapon at the Lookout with uncertainty and a glint of fear in his eyes under the possibility that this was the real Lookout, and after what felt like an eternity, the Vigilante pulled the trigger, ending the life of one of the claimed Lookouts. He stared down at the body for a few seconds. He had done it. This was the point of no return, now. He quietly exited the house and returned to his own, begging to lady luck that he had picked the right target. The Lookout's body was brought into the centre of the town the next morning. His pockets were searched. He was identified...as a Jester. The Vigilante had shot the Jester. While this wasn't exactly who he had in mind, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He had not killed an innocent...this time. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Blackmailer
Filing cabinets fill the home of the Blackmailer. Wall to wall, each one marked with a year and a letter. He sits quietly at his desk, looking over the newspaper in the light of his desk lamp. He receives a note from his client and opens it: on it, nothing but a name. He closes the note and walks to open the drawer in question, choosing from hundreds of copies the folder he wants. Inside are the most intimate details of that person's life: bank account information, childhood friends... the deepest, darkest secret that will ruin that person's name and life. The Blackmailer returns to his desk, copies the information down, and sends it off to his target, before he returns to his reading. Inside the letter, three simple words spell out everything that needs to be known: "Silence is Golden". (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The family were aware of the Jester's identity. He had called himself an Investigator the day before, and because of the Blackmailer's actions the night before, the real Investigator couldn't say anything about it, even after declaring himself an Investigator the day before that. The only reason both were alive still, was because the town failed to make a majority vote against one of the two. The Blackmailer compiled another summary of some of the nastiest secrets the Jester had hidden. He made copies of each one, working tirelessly through the night. When he was finally done, he sealed it all in a large, anonymous envelope along with one last sheet of paper reading "These will be exposed, if you utter a word today." and he then sent the envelope off to the Jester's home. Morning broke over the town, and the Investigator was found dead. It turned out he had been shot by the Vigilante, who had taken a chance. Immediately, the Vigilante revealed himself, apologizing repeatedly to the town, before they turned their attention to the Jester, who had called himself Investigator too. The Jester, remembering the warning he had received from the Blackmailer was unable to say anything, even after numerous accusations from the town. Due to his sudden silence, the town put him on trial, where he still refused to say anything. The town quickly voted guilty, save for one or two abstaining along with the family. The last thing the Jester said before he was lynched was "I am blackmailed." and then his life was cut short. As soon as the town realized his role however, a wave of panic and chaos washed over those who had voted guilty. The Blackmailer had gotten the Jester lynched, and now the Jester had a healthy number of guilty town voters to pick from. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Consigliere
The Investigator clenched his fists as he stalks away from the Town, furious that nobody believed his claims. Nobody ever listens to him! He slammed the door of his house, only to be greeted by the whole mafia. Tired and upset, he crosses his arms and stares at the Godfather. "Are you here to kill me?" He huffs, not even caring if he had died tonight. The Godfather's chilling smile pierced through his skin. "No...You see, not everyone appreciates your skill to notice the fine, intricate details as an Investigator. Why not put your skills to actual use, and come be a Consigliere?" The Investigator's frown reversed. "You mean it?" The former Consigliere stepped forward and placed his files into the new Consigliere's hands. "The Godfather never lies." He joked, before turning away and leaving the mysteries to the Consigliere. (current story, credit to FlamingCatzIce)

As a high-level and blacklisted member of the FBI, the consigliere uses his power of deduction to find out the role of a particular person. The Mafia (being as resourceful as they are) have paid off a detective of the town to conceal and withhold valuable information revealing it only to the mafia. With the mafia's resources and the detective's unnatural ability to evaluate minor details and form it into a solid deduction about the role of the individual, the detective is forged into the Consigliere of the mafia. Having free will of who he decides to investigate, the mafia still have him on a tight leash. You see, when one becomes a part of the mafia, there is no going back. That is, if you value your family... (unregistered contributors)

A lone man in a large leather jacket and a fedora that conceals his face silently prowls the night. He tips his hat to a Doctor that is visiting another house in preperation for an attacker. He approaches a nearby house and carefully peers through the window. Noticing no one is home, he gets out a lockpick and silently opens the door, slinking his way through the house hiding behind furniture and walls. He then notices a small trapdoor leading down to a basement, with shouting and banter inside. He climbs down the ladder into an underground jail and sees the town Jailor about to execute the Serial Killer responsible for the death of the Mafia's Consort and the town Mayor. He makes his way back to the Godfather with his new-found information. The Jailor will not make it through the night. (credit to Squiddington)

A private investigator works for the worlds largest and best crime investigation group. The best of the best of the group is tasked with finding who has been killing off the town members. He stumbles upon who he thinks is the Godfather of the mafia. The Godfather knows that by now the man would have found out by now. Wanting only the best of the best he forces the investigator to join the mafia for the ultimate form of protection. The investigator, being as good as he is at his job, quickly rises through the ranks by pointing out the arsonist, sheriff, and jailor. The Godfather then grants the investigator the title of 'Consigliere' for outing the identity of the mafia's most dangerous foes. (unregistered contributor)

Every night after the meeting with the mafia, the consigliere silenty stalks his victim, eerily watching behind a tree or a bush, ready to jot down important details as the victim can't help but feel as if being prey. At the end of the night, the consigliere has finally figured out the role of the said person, which discussed with the mafia, and often leads to the victim's demise. (unregistered contributor)

A former Investigator gone corrupt, the Consigliere gets information in any way possible to discover a person's role. He returns to the mafia after discovering who the Jailor really is, and smiles when he watches the Godfather slit his throat. He investigates more people, one by one, until the mafia have succeeded in their duties and killed anyone who would not submit. (credit to Verdamuso)

Graduating the top of his forensics school, the man who would become the Consigliere became renowned and admired for his impeccable skill. Unlike his classmates, the Consigliere's next-level deduction and original methods allowed him to learn everything about his quarry in a single night. Jealous of his classmate's success, the Investigator used his own skills to dig up the Consigliere's darkest secret, his relationship to the criminal underground. Being denounced and shamed by all who once adored him, the Consigliere now knew his purpose in his shattered life, to bring ruin to the investigator, the Town, and all who opposed his newly-embraced Family. (unregistered contributor)

The Consigliere rifled through file after file on his target, learning everything he could about the person's identity. Being able to get past any barrier that withheld information on his target, he dug deeper and deeper that night. Finally, he found something of significant interest. An old archived FBI file of his target, including his position at the bureau as well as the details of said position. There was no two ways about it. His target was a Bodyguard! Not only that, but one who had most likely been protecting the Doctor and Investigator. He quickly packed up all the information he had now and stored it in his pocket for safe-keeping. The next morning, as the town gathered around to talk about the latest deaths that day - the Jailor and the Lookout - the Consigliere looked to his immediate right where the Godfather stood, leaned closer and whispered in his ear: "The person I checked last night is a Bodyguard." and then the Consigliere stepped away again. The Godfather showed little reaction, not even looking to the Consigliere, but he gave a very slow nod, indicating he had heard and understood the information. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

He looked down at the Doctor from the edge of his nose. "What do you do in this town?" He muttered malevolently. "Err... I... I'm a Lookout, you see..." He just let loose his role. The Consigliere picked up a skull on top of a set of drawers. "Oh... It's... Fake." The "Lookout" stuttered. "Fake, yes. Well, you seem to be in order. Good bye, and good luck." He slinked out of the house. The Lookout gulped. The Consigliere met up with The Godfather. "He's very frightened of me. He's a Lookout." The Godfather nodded. "Mafioso! Here!" The Godfather turned his head towards the lookouts house. "End him." The Mafioso nodded. (credit to Runtoastrun)

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Consort
A twin sister separated at birth, the Consort is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Her greatest emotion is desire, which emboldens her to enter the criminal underground of the Town of Salem. As the Godfather's left hand, she uses her amazing beauty to enchant anyone she is told to; keeping them from doing their job. Her lust for adventure gives her confidence but she is wary to step foot near the house of the man with the knives. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Consort is a poor woman with two kids and a dream. Left by her husband who married the Escort, she was forced to steal food and money. She once was caught by the Godfather, but dazzled by her beauty he asked her to join the family providing protection for the kids on one condition: work as a Consort and risk your life to stop the Investigator from finding the family of the Mafia. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

The Consort stepped up to the front door of the Investigator's house and knocked. The Investigator answered at last looking disgruntled, until he noticed the Consort, at which point he smiled. He asked the Consort if she had anything to report, except his inaccuracy was calling the Consort an Escort. The Consort just giggled and let herself in, asking the Investigator who he was investigating tonight. The Investigator showed her the files he had pulled up and the Consort instantly recognized the person. The Investigator was looking at the Godfather. If she let him continue, he'd know. The Consort quickly sat on the desk with the files and snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the desk, offering it to the Investigator. As tempted as he was, the Investigator declined at first, until the Consort insisted they enjoy a drink. Finally, the Investigator gave in, knowing this tease wouldn't let him work until he did. They enjoyed a drink, and the Consort downed a couple more, encouraging the Investigator to be a sport. As the Investigator focused more on the tipsy Consort, his mind was less focused on the files on the desk. Before they knew it, morning was coming and only then, the Investigator realized he hadn't gotten any work done. He decided he'd just come back to it tomorrow night instead. As the town came to the courtyard and inspected the now-dead Sheriff, the Lookout asked if anybody had any leads. The Investigator responded saying he got distracted last night, leaving it at that. That night, the Consort went to the Godfather, revealing that the Investigator was onto him and she needed to distract him again tonight. The Godfather instantly agreed, and the Consort returned to the Investigator's house. The Investigator was happy to see her again, but insisted he really had to work again. The Consort had a load of tricks up her sleeve and very quickly persuaded the Investigator to let her in again. The same files were on the desk, he was investigating the Godfather again. The Consort sat on the desk again, but before she could offer a drink, the door to the Investigator's house was forced open. It was the Mafioso, and before the Investigator could react, the Mafioso already had two bullets in the Investigator's chest. The Consort got off the desk and sashayed over to the Mafioso, blowing the Investigator a kiss. "I'm the Consort silly, not the Escort." she giggles, and the Consort and Mafioso turned and left the Investigator to bleed to death, while they returned to the Godfather, arm in arm. The Godfather's identity was again protected...for now. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Consort is a beautiful woman who's graceful dances win the applause of nearly everyone in Salem. Yet they cannot impress her sister the escort. For years the Consort heavily envied the Escort's talent, beauty, and smile, She cannot stand being number 2. While the Escort invited her sister to join her, each night the Town Sheriff or Lookout's praise for the Escort, angered the Consort even more, so she harshly refused and said to have left the town for good. The Godfather overheard the Consort's jealousy and offered her a position in his organization where she could gain revenge on her dear sister. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

The Godfather shook his head angrily at the Mafioso. "Why didn't you kill him? He is good at detecting people like us!" The Mafioso seemed terrified. "Don't get mad, but I saw this girl. She was pretty..." His mouth started to drool. "Please tell me you didn't go with the Escort?" The Godfather somehow made himself look madder. "Ok... I didn't go with the Escort." He smiled hopefully. "THIS ISN'T A JOKE! You are... Hold on... We need one for ourselves. Like a... Corrupted Escort." The Godfather smiled complacently. "How about her sister?" The Framer suggested. "Yes. She was never quite the same as her sister. Call her. She can be our... Consort." The Godfather agreed. "Sounds fine with me." The Disguiser agreed. That was that. (credit to Runtoastrun)

Disguiser
A woman steps out of her office into the streets of Salem. She waves goodbye to the doorman and makes it home safely. Her mother and father come over and celebrate her twenty fifth birthday, surprising her with a cake and a card. The mother pulls her daughter aside and asks her if she's feeling okay. The daughter says she's fine, just feeling a little under the weather and the mother gives her a kiss goodbye. She steps into her room as her parents prepare to leave and hears her mother say that she is going to stay a while. Suddenly the door to the woman's room breaks open and a man steps in holding a gun. She recognizes him as a known Mafioso and screams for her mother to help, but her mother just stands in the doorway and pulls off the wig and skin-grafted mask she is wearing; revealing herself as a thin and sweaty man. The Disguiser listens to the woman's voice as she pleads for mercy, rehearsing his next great act. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The disguiser slinked through the darkness. He watched the dimly-lit hut on the outskirts of the town. He heard a shriek and a muffled gunshot coming from inside the hut. The front door swung open. The Mafioso stepped out of the hut. He looked at the disguiser, and nodded. The disguiser nodded back, and made his way into the hut as the Mafioso hurried away. He walked over to the limp corpse on the floor. A large bullet hole was permanently imprinted into her forehead. The disguiser smiled evilly as he watched the blood drain out of her head. Tonight he was a man working for the Mafia. Tomorrow, he’ll be the town’s most valuable escort. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Disguiser hides himself in a bush and waits outside the Vigilante's house. This was the house designated for a hit by a family, but he wasn't doing the dirty work. No no, someone else was doing that. And a few minutes later, his mafia partner arrived. The Godfather. After a quick whispering question as to why the Godfather was doing this, the Godfather simply answered that the Escort found the Mafioso, causing the Disguiser to roll his eyes. At any rate, they both sneaked into the house and found the Vigilante at a desk, cleaning his revolver. The Godfather stepped forward carefully, sneaking up on the Vigilante until a creaky floorboard betrayed him. The Vigilante spun around, readying his revolver but the Godfather was faster. His bullet hit the Vigilante's revolver, knocking it out of his hands, which the Disguiser quickly swooped on and stole. The Vigilante, now disarmed backed away from the mafia duo, stammering. The Disguiser paid close attention to his voice while the Godfather taunted the Vigilante. As the stammering turned to pleads, the Godfather waited there for a few seconds, until the Disguiser spoke up. He made his voice sound exactly like the Vigilante, at which point the Godfather fired, his next bullet planted perfectly between the Vigilante's eyes. After the Vigilante hit the floor, the Godfather nodded to the Disguiser, who then rushed to the Vigilante's room and got changed into some of the Vigilante's clothes, bringing his own back down. He repeated his voice to the Godfather, sounding and looking exactly like the Vigilante. The Godfather smiled and simply motioned to the dead Vigilante, before turning and taking his leave. The Disguiser undressed the Vigilante, hiding the clothes and then re-dressed the Vigilante in the Disguiser's old clothes. Once he was done, the Disguiser tested his new voice a few more times to get used to the Vigilante's voice. Then he dragged the body of the Vigilante into the street. As far as the town were concerned, the Disguiser was the Vigilante. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The town woke up in pandemonium. The town was crowded around a dead body. It was a young man who claimed Investigator. A man close to him picked up a letter in his pocket. "Lisa the Escort" This caused even more confusion. A woman at the back yelled "Good Riddance!" This caused many of the town to look at her. "People like that shouldn't be in this town. It's disgusting." That night, she went to the Godfathers house. "How did you even get a costume of him?" The Framer asked her. "I know a guy" She replied. "Don't bring suspicions to yourself, Disguiser." The Godfather warned her. "Message received!" She answered. (credit to Runtoastrun)

Framer
A fabrication expert, the Framer is the master of incrimination. Using their vast criminal information network, the Framer plants incriminating evidence upon any target of their choosing; causing even the most deductive Investigators to stop and consider whether they can trust their investigative skills. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The members of the Town stare at the gallows, all horrified at what they had just mistakenly done. The Sheriff swings in the air by his neck lifelessly, betrayed by those he swore to protect. You see, when people talk too much, they need to be either silenced, discredited or eliminated. In this case, the Framer took her time planting just the right amount of "evidence" in just the right places so that an Investigator could eventually stumble upon it and expose that "liar" claiming to be a Sheriff. Sobbing and anger fills the air as the sun starts to set; the Town members head home with their heads down and their hearts heavy for their mistake. As the Mafioso passes the Framer, she respectfully nods her head in thanks for the Framer’s work which resulted in the Sheriff getting hung. Without her, the Mafioso would be swinging in the Sheriff’s place due to the Sheriff calling her out the day before. The Framer smiles as she walks home, and shortly after begins to forge more "evidence" to keep her Family out of the spotlight. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Framer heard the call of the Godfather and got out his pen. With the speed only a master of his trade could muster, the Framer drew up false incriminating documents and placed them in his target's house. Led by the Town's Investigatives, the Town continued to lynch person-after-person who had appeared as mafia, but mysteriously, not a single person was. A few days later, standing on the corpses of a town that killed itself, the Framer laughed. (unregistered contributor)

The Framer checked his pockets, making sure he had the forged documents. He did. And it was time to put them to good use. It was still rather early in the evening. This was important for the Framer, as he had to plant the documents there as soon as possible, in case any of the town investigative roles decided to check this house as well. Lockpicking the back door of the Lookout's house, he sneaked inside, looking for a place to leave the documents. He couldn't put them anywhere too obvious, or they wouldn't be very convincing. He carefully took himself down into the basement. This was where just about every town member hid information about their role. He picked a desk and lay the documents on there, rolled up with the exception of one which was half-done, to make it look like it was still in the process of being forged. He carefully placed a pen next to the half-done document and exited the house, closing the back door behind him. He'd done his job, now he just had to hope the town investigative did theirs. The next morning, the Investigator stepped up and declared that he had found forged documents in the Lookout's house. The town started talking and the accused Lookout tried to defend himself as best as he could, despite the evidence against him. The Sheriff said he'd double-check that night and the town disbanded. The Godfather sent the Mafioso to take care of the Investigator, while the Framer returned to the Lookout's house with a fresh set of forged documents, leaving them in exactly the same place for the Sheriff to find. The next morning, the Investigator and Lookout were both found dead. The Investigator was shot by the Mafioso, and the Lookout was executed by the Jailor. The Framer smirked to himself briefly. The framing was a success, and the Sheriff would join the Investigator very soon. (credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Framer before his Mafia days had a rival who kept bragging about great he is at his job. Tired of being out shined and pushed around, one night the Framer forged evidence to make his rival look like he was a member Mafia. The next morning the Sheriff stood up saying "He is Mafia, lynch him now!" The rival pleaded not be lynched, but the town ignored him and lynched him. That night the Godfather sent the Consigliere to find the person who framed the lynched man. When the Consigliere found the Framer, the Godfather busted into the Framer's house. The Framer asked "Is this my last night?" "No, this is night you will remember for the rest of your life." Said the Godfather. "The night you join the family with your excellent framing skills". (credit to Crazyzombie168)

Godfather
Stepping from the shadows, only one man can make even the most war hardened Veteran and maniac driven Serial Killer quake in their boots. The Godfather is the head of the criminal organization known as the Mafia. He leads his Family with an iron fist, stamping out anyone that won't submit to his authority. His hands can stay clean thanks to the Mafioso, but that doesn't mean the Godfather is afraid to do his own dirty work. (current story, unregistered contributor)

A corrupted Mayor, a King of Hearts who orders executions left and right, the Godfather is something to be feared. He sits in the shadows, so forbidding even his underlings tremble as they report to him. He smiles as the Medium's throat is slit ear to ear, he grins as the Jester is gutted, entrails hung up like grotesque wallpaper. A heavy aura of fear surrounds him; he basks in it, revels in it, the terror of the helpless townspeople is what he aims for. It's why he's chosen to become a master of espionage instead of etiquette. It is far better to be feared than loved, yes?

The Godfather wasn't always a wicked man, for a long time he was a welcome member of the town in his youth. He and the Mayor were playmates in their childhood, but a disagreement lead to a bitter rivalry that exists to this day. The young man (Godfather) was known to be an up and coming town member who was generally loved and respected, and had a very good chance of being elected Mayor of the town. His rival (The Mayor) seethed in anger seeing this, as his campaigns were failing to win over the town members. The Mayor hired the Spy, Investigator and Sheriff to dig up some dirt on him, but they failed to find anything damning. They eventually fabricated damning evidence that horrified and disgusted the town, leading to the banishment of the young man. The young man was angry, betrayed by those he loved and cared for, and promised to get revenge on every single one of them for believing his corrupt rival over him. The Mafia at the time noticed the potential of this young man, and brought him in as a Mafioso to let him use his anger for the gain of the Family. As time went on, the original Godfather became very sick, and with his dying breath, he appointed the young man as the new Godfather because of his talents. Brimming with a sense of darkness in his heart and a lust for revenge, the young man became the new head of the Family, and returned to his home town with his new-found Family backing him to kill those who turned him into a hard-hearted criminal, and more specifically, the corrupt Mayor. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Godfather looks up at the Mafioso from his chair, then back at the pictures on the desk. Pictures of their target for the night. No words are exchanged between the two, but the Mafioso already knows what the Godfather wants: Kill this person and make sure they don't squeak a word about the mafia's identity. The Mafioso nods sharply and walks out of the Godfather's house. The Godfather sits back and treats himself to a glass of whiskey. He remembered a time when he was in the Mafioso's shoes, asking the Godfather who was next and being given a target. Now here he was, top of the ladder of organized crime and with his own Mafioso at his command. He looked out to the street. The Mafioso was almost at the target's house, before a woman stopped him, taking his attention. The Godfather scowled. The Escort had found the Mafioso. He got up, opened the front door, and stared out at the two. Across the way, he sees tonight's target open his door and do the same, looking at the Mafioso and the Escort. Then he draws a revolver and a shot rings out. The Godfather watches as his Mafioso is shot dead by the Vigilante, rage building inside him. The Escort spits on the Mafioso's body and walks off, while the Vigilante starts dragging the body into the centre of town. The Godfather steps out, closing the door behind him and sneaks up to the Vigilante, who stares down at the dead Mafioso. The Vigilante is grinning broadly, still unaware of the Godfather's presence who draws his own personal pistol. "The mafia is weakening!" the Vigilante exclaims triumphantly to nobody. The Godfather shakes his head and adds onto the Vigilante's statement, raising his pistol to the Vigilante. "They also pay back instantly." and the Vigilante barely has a chance to turn around before the Godfather pulls the trigger, avenging his Mafioso. As for the Escort? Well when the sun rises and the Vigilante's body is checked, one note is found, covered in the Vigilante's blood: "You're next, my dear." (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Janitor
A former Town of Salem medical examiner, fired because of his relation to the criminal underground and forced to take work as a custodian, the Janitor takes his ironically named job very seriously. After the dirty work of the Mafioso and Godfather, the Janitor removes all traces of the body's former identity; disposing of wills and any leads to the victim's occupation. (current story, unregistered contributor)

Revenge is wonderful; the Janitor whistles happily as he cleans the bloody corpse of the Town’s Head Doctor who fired him from the job he loved. The Mafia promised vengeance when the Town’s Political Board forced him out, and the Godfather fulfilled his promise. Working beside his best friend, the Disguiser applies the last of the necessary makeup to become the now deceased Doctor while the Janitor mops up the last of the blood and tosses a heavy bag filled with remains over his shoulder. The Disguiser looks at the Janitor and says in the Doctor’s voice: “You clean up rather well.” The Janitor grins, and says back to him: “So do you, Doc.” (current story, credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Janitor and the Mafioso stared down at the dead body of the Jailor. The Mafioso had done his job, now the Janitor had to do his. The Mafioso gives him a little wave and walks out of the jail while the Janitor gets to work. The Janitor scrubs the blood off the floor and walls, and then starts working on the Jailor's body. He cleans out the bloodstains with some powerful cleaning agents and then starts searching the Jailor's pockets. What's this? A log indicating who the Jailor jailed on what night, and what role they claimed? The Mafioso and the Framer were both on this log, having both been jailed. Oh no no, the town couldn't see this. The Janitor pocketed the document and continued searching the Jailor. Ah, keys to the jail! Also worth hiding. If there was any piece of evidence implying the Jailor's role, it was up to the Janitor to destroy it. He searched the rest of the jail, finding small documents verifying the Jailor's identity and pocketed them all. This was all information the town couldn't be permitted to know. Once he was done, he took his leave with the jail keys and all the evidence and returned to his home. There, he buried the jail keys in his fireplace, lit up the fireplace and started throwing the Jailor's log and evidence of his role into the fire, burning it all. This was information the town didn't need to know and were better off not knowing. By the time all the evidence had been destroyed, morning was rising over the town and the Janitor got up and went to the courtyard, where the Jailor's body was. The Executioner searched his pockets, taking longer than usual, which was making the town restless. Finally, he stopped and when the Lookout asked why, he simply replied "There's absolutely no evidence of this man's role. No logs, no documents, nothing." which caused the town to start whispering to each other with uncertainty, some suspecting Investigator while others suspected a simple Jester. That day, the Sheriff stepped forward and claimed to have found a mafia member. The town put the man on trial, much to the man's denial and he was lynched. The Framer had been at the man's house the night before. The lynched town member was revealed to be the Doctor. The Sheriff quickly begged for the Jailor to protect him tonight, but the Janitor knew the Jailor was already dead. That night, he told the Godfather this information, and the Godfather sent the Mafioso and Janitor after the Sheriff. The Janitor smirked, picking up his equipment again and getting it ready to clean the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The housekeeper wasn't getting enough money. He barely had enough for his kids. He was desperate. He would do anything. Problem was, he spent his whole life cleaning. What use would that do? During his nightly work, he knocked on doors, asking for any tips, saying he was a bit low on money. He got nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Then he knocked on the Godfather's door. He went in and cleaned the house. Then he told him his position. "Really? What are you good at?" The Godfather raised his eyebrows. "THe problem is, all I can do is clean." He sat there looking at the ground. "Well, if you're REALLY desperate, I can get you some money. IF, and only if, you clean the bodies that we kill." The Godfather looked at him. "Well... How much, I'm really desperate?" The Godfather smiled and showed him a small stack of cash. The housekeepers jaw dropped. "Well, you know what? Yes! This was it. He was a Janitor. (Credit to Runtoastrun)

Mafioso
An up-and-coming star in the mafia, the Mafioso does everything in their power to impress his Godfather. Raised on the streets, the Mafioso breaks kneecaps and dirt-naps anyone that stands against the Family. He is the right hand of the Godfather and will take his place should the family lose its head. (current story, unregistered contributor)

By day, he is just a simple part of the town, trying to lynch the evil-doers. But at night, he sneakes out to visit the Godfather. The Godfather gives him the orders. He gladly does it. Tip-toeing out, he stealthly walks to his targets house and assassinates him. He drags out the body to the town center, leaving a death note clenched in the targets hand, then returns to his own house. At morning, he calls out the sheriff and, between fake sobs, tells him that he found this man with a death note in hand. As he hands the death note to the sheriff, he can hardly contain the smirk on his face. But...what's this? Someone is accusing the Godfather of treason! Despite his efforts, the Godfather is hung. As the Framer meets up with him, the Framer asks who will lead them. Putting on a bold smile, he says two words. "I will." (unregistered contributor)

The Mafioso looks at his collection of weaponry, picking one that looks right for the job tonight. The Godfather had tasked him with eliminating a nosy town member tonight. The Mafioso was only too happy to oblige, and so now here he sat in his basement, studying each weapon and deciding which one should get the job done as he needs. He finally picks one, a lightweight pistol but with enough kick to get the job done. He looks to the Godfather's house, seeing him watching the Mafioso through a window. They nod to each other and the Mafioso sets off for the target's house. He opens the door slowly, creeping inside and closing it behind him. There were numerous knives lying on the counter. One of them was stained with blood, from what the Mafioso could see. As he laid eyes on that knife, his skin began to crawl. Was this the Serial Killer? Did the Godfather send him after someone more evil than him? The Mafioso shook his head and concentrated. No. The Godfather sent him here to do a job. Regardless of who it is, he had to do it. He promised loyalty to the family and the Godfather. He crept further into the house and as he was about to sneak into the basement, he heard the door open again. It was the occupant. The Mafioso waited until the occupant walked into the kitchen, breathing a heavy sigh and wiping beads of sweat from his brow. The Mafioso saw his chance, aimed carefully from the shadows, and fired. The shot connected with the other man and the Mafioso quickly turned tail and fled from the house, not sure whether or not he had actually killed him. That morning, the body was found in the courtyard...but so was the Godfather's. It was revealed the Godfather had been executed by the Jailor and the person the Mafioso shot was actually the Doctor. That same day, the Investigator spoke up, accusing the Mafioso. The Investigator had found the Mafioso's weapon collection! The Mafioso quickly claimed that the Investigator was an Executioner, and invited the Sheriff to check him tonight to confirm. That night, sure as promised, the Sheriff barged his way into the Mafioso's home and started interrogating him with a brutal third degree. Normally, the Mafioso would have caved under the pressure and admitted to being a member of the family, but there was something different about how he felt tonight. He felt cool, calm and collected despite seeing the Godfather's body before him just hours ago. The Sheriff started investigating the Mafioso's home. As much as he really didn't want to admit it, there was genuinely nothing suspicious he could find on the Mafioso. Reluctantly, he left the Mafioso's home to report his inability to find anything dodgy. The Mafioso smiled to himself and started to pick his target for the night, exactly as the Godfather used to. He was now in the Godfather's shoes. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Godfather was very intimidating. However, intimidation wasn't enough. He needed some helpers. He knocked on doors. He didn't know what he was looking for exactly, but when he saw a fitting person, he would take them. Then, he found someone. He knocked vigorously. The Godfather got answered by a young, shaking man. "Err... Hi..." The Godfather looked at him bitterly. "May I come in?" "Of course, make yourself at home!" The Godfather walked in sat down. "Listen closely. I need someone to help kill the town. We will rule it." "I'm sorry?" The man looked utterly shocked. "You will help me with this mission. Whoever I ask you to kill, whoever I ask you to visit, you must must follow my lead." The Godfather was now smiling. "Well... What about my family... My friends... I..." He looked like he was about to cry. "You will follow my commands. You may even get promoted. Your family may survive, if you work well enough." His smile widened. "What if I say no?" The Godfather stopped smiling. "I will tell the town you're a killer. I'm good at persuasion." "I..." The man tried to think of something, but he was stuck. "That settles it. Don't think about telling anyone about this. Or your family won't be here to stay much longer." The Godfather seemed pleased. He walked out of the house silently. The man stood there. He had to do what he had to do. (Credit To Runtoastrun)

Amnesiac
After an exploding shrapnel accident, the once-glorious Amnesiac lacks anything but a shadow of his former life. As the town and mafia fall prey to death after death, as the people slowly dwindle down in numbers, the Amnesiac visits the graveyard one night and stares blankly at a tombstone. Suddenly, the Amnesiac's eyes widen. He remembers. (current story, credit to Swedishlemon)

You were recently realized from a near by hospital. Upon waking up you realize you don't remember anything and the doctors tell you your name. Your doctors thought it best to just send you home with your friends to help you recover from the amnesia. You may not know what you are doing, but it is up to you to decide your path. (credit to Hiphoplog)

A person wanders the Salem graveyard during midnight, staring at tombstones of people that have fallen victim to the Mafia. He experiences flashes and glimpses of his past life as he reads the inscriptions on the stone slabs. Before he makes his way off back to his home, he notices a tombstone of the Serial Killer that was lynched recently. As he stares at it, the glimpses become more intense and more graphic. Then he suddenly snaps his view right in front of him, his eye twitching and his mouth slowly quivering into a sickly grin. He knows his true purpose. (credit to Squiddington)

There once were two Serial Killers who worked together to eliminate the Town and Mafia. One night, one Serial Killer decided to kill the Mayor. The other warned him of a Bodyguard, yet he still decided to do it. He silently approached the Mayor's house with a knife, the Bodyguard attacked. The Serial Killer stabbed him before he could shoot, but the Bodyguard's gun landed on his head, causing amnesia. He lived for several days as an Amnesiac while the other Serial Killer insisted he was a Serial Killer too. Eventually the Sheriff got suspicious and called out the Serial Killer, leading to his demise. That night the Amnesiac visited the graveyard, and found himself looking at the Serial Killers grave. He suddenly remembered his past, and retrieved his old knife. He began to finish the rest of the Town and Mafia continuing his work. The Town had noticed the footprints near the grave, and wondered, "Who is the new Serial Killer?" (credit to gaugamer237)

After 3 years in the Salem Hospital, the Amnesiac is released from the psychiatric ward to remember where she lived. She had remembered living in the Town of Salem. Once in her dusty home, She writes notes to herself trying to remember what she did for a job. The first day back, The framer was lynched by the investigator for working against the town. Fuzzy memories flash past her as she tries to remember, But she was not a framer working for the mafia. Another day passed of attempted remembrance of job, she had saw the investigator dead in front of their house. Later, the serial killer was lynched when the sheriff pointed him out. More fuzzy memories had appeared, just more broad. That night, she had visited the serial killer's house, let herself in, and looked around. The serial killer had a collection of knifes. Seeing these knifes flashed memories stronger than the flashes from seeing the framer's death. She knew her purpose now. To continue her work as a Serial Killer before the Bodyguard incident. (Credit to Setpep)

It was around midnight, a simple Lookout was in his house, getting ready for bed. He heard something coming from outside, he walked to the door, and saw a shadow of a person, he approached the shadow, but didn't see anything, the person snuck up on him from behind, and hit him on the ground, they struggled, until the other man stabbed him in his head.

2.5 Months Later

The lookout wakes up in the hospital of Salem. One of the doctors looked at him, "He's alive!" says the doctor, the other doctors enter the room, "W-What happened?" asked the Lookout, "You were attacked. We still don't know by who. You had serious head injuries, you're very lucky you're alive." says the doctor. After recovering, he gets sent back home, he still doesn't remember anything from his past life, everything that happened that night, was just a vague memory, "Who am I?" he asked himself. One day he walked through the Salem graveyard, and saw the grave of a jester, "Am I a jester?" he asked himself, memories flash by, "No, no, I can't remember anything about a jester..." he says, he sees a serial killer's grave, he walks towards it, suddenly he remembers what happened that night, this dead serial killer was the same one who attacked him so many months ago. Suddenly he remembers who he is, "I am the lookout." he said, and he walks away from the grave. (Credit to Thibo1102)

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It was midnight, when the godfather slipped out of his home. Enraged that the veteran had shot his mafioso, he went out for revenge. At 12:25, he snuck into his back door, and saw the veteran sleeping. He was not on alert. Good. Then the godfather grabbed out his gun, and readied to fire. However, the veteran woke up and realized what happened. But the godfather shot him before he could load and fire his own gun. But the gun slammed into his head, causing him to start to feel woozy. He ran to his house, and fell asleep before anyone could accuse him. When he woke up, he didn't remember anything, not even falling asleep after killing the veteran. His other mafia members appointed a new godfather while he was still in amnesia. Soon the investigator found out who the new godfather was and lynched him. And that night the godfather, right now an amnesiac, wandered around the graves. He circled the mayors grave, memories flashing past, then a killing memory broke in, reminding him that he wasn't the mayor. He went to the serial killer's grave. And almost thought that he was the serial killer. But broke that off. Finally, he circled the new godfather's grave. Then the images became more and more real, killing the veteran, getting knocked on the head, then he remembered. Grinning, he went back to HIS mafia members and gave the orders, he smiled, the godfather cannot die.

Arsonist
Lurking within the shadows of Salem lies a tortured soul. Hoarding gallons of fuel used in fire-breathing stunts from his failed circus performing career, the Arsonist's mind only remembers the murderer who killed his entire circus. His psyche broken, the Arsonist lights a match in one hand and carries a fuel tank in the other. He is ready to act upon his shattered morality's view of what's right. (current story, unregistered contributor)

The Arsonist caresses the match flame with his finger, licking his lips as he looks around. His eyes are filled with insanity. The houses, wet with gas, twinkle dully in the moonlight. He debates internally, his sanity quickly eroding to a mere nub as the night passes. As the sun begins to peek over the horizon, he breaks before his insanity. He drops the match and steps back in one fluid motion, starting to giggle. The match seems to fall in slow motion, flickering, guttering-but not going out. The flames leap up, hungrily devouring the gas. He roars with the fire, cackles as it crackles; the smoke and fire paints the sky red in the coming dawn, silhouetting the lone man watching the town burn. (credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Arsonist, an insane asylum patient, is a pyromaniac driven by his burning passion of setting everything on fire. Carrying a fuel tank in one hand and a matchstick in the other, the Arsonist douses a person's house in gasoline, and then when he deems it the right time, lights his doused targets up, and as he watches their houses go in flames, he grins and makes his way back to his house, until the final morning comes, where everyone has gone up in ashes. The Arsonist's work here is done. (unregistered contributor)

Inside the charred remains of a burnt-down building, sits a crying man. His family is no-where to be found after the blazing wreck, and his mind is driving him insane at the thought of seeing his family perish in the flames. A spark lights open a nearby match, next to the man. His mind is now broken, the sight of the burning match snaps his burning anger. He gets up, grabs the fuel tank and matches that the Arsonist left behind, and stalks the shadows of Salem, burning down any house in his wake to "avenge" his family in his own way... (credit to Squiddington)

Lurking within the shadows of Salem lies a tortured and unhappy soul. Once a talented circus performer, he retired and has become a famous businessman dealing with fire, and being able to solve any arsonist case. A few years later, he meets a young woman. She is a Witch, and seeks revenge for her brother arsonist that he killed. Using her charms, she makes him fall in love with her and eventually gets married. One night, she controls him, and makes sure he is conscious to remember everything. Forcing him to get a fuel tank and a match, he burns her. After her death, he finds a letter she wrote to him that explained everything. Heartbroken and shunned, he vows to stay loyal to her, and heads off with his old circus equipment to become the one and only feared Arsonist. (unregistered contributor)

A rich, comfortable family lived in the biggest house in the circle. No one had a house as big as them. The littlest of them, didn't like it. He said it was too big. Then, one day, it wasn't there. He and his big sister, showed up. Their parents were in the house when they left. They looked at the remains. His sister rushed to the house across the street. She took him over there so he didn't have to look at the horrendous monstrosity of a wreck was on the property. She cried with all her might. She gave 100% everyday, and today seemed to be a 0%. His sister left him at the neighbors and committed suicide. He remembered leaving the neighbors' house and looking at his house, which was just a pile of ashes. He was adopted, then ran away again. He hated everything. He hated his mom. His dad. His sister. Fire burned in his heart. His mind was unruly. he had to get rid of it. All the anger. All of the hate..... (unregistered contributor)

The Arsonist used to be a low-life volunteer firefighter. He hated fire, and he wanted the world ridden of it. He absolutely hated it, with all his heart. He would carry at least a gallon of water everywhere he went, in paranoia that fire would consume his location. Everyone mocked him for his fear of fire, but he didn't care. He just didn't. But one day, one man would take it too far. the Jester would burn down his house. It would be the ultimate crime to get him lynched. But, to no avail. The man put the fire out. But after that, he realized he couldn't take his fear of fire anymore. He couldn't let everything lead up to this. He would confront his fears of fire, without a fire hose at hand. He then, and only then, would he realize how fire looked so beautiful. He was fascinated. His life made a huge turnaround, he thought. He thought, with the world consumed with fire, everyone could see its beauty. He would place a gas can in someone's house every night, and use a fine mechanism he made to ignite them all using an old radio he repaired. When he turned on Station 46 FM... all hell broke loose. (credit to Octometaknight)

A small child skipped through the woods. He smiled and glanced at the large vast tangle of trees and bushes before him. As he reached the deep part of the forest, he saw a woman. The woman was approaching a shack hidden in the woods- the spy’s shack. The boy watched the woman creep in through a nearby window, and approach the unsuspecting spy. He saw her light a single match, and toss it on the spy. The spy screamed in agony as the fire burned her skin. The woman quickly darted out of the house through the front door. The little boy gasped. He’s never seen someone die like that before. The woman spotted the young boy and smiled at him. She asked him if he liked fire. The boy shrugged. The woman lit a match. She held in front of the boy’s face. The boy stared at it. The fire was really pretty. The woman promised the boy anything he wanted in the world if she would join her and become her successor should she pass. The boy nodded enthusiastically. He agreed to be her successor. He promised the woman he would make the town burn. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

Executioner
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. (current story, 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)

Jester
Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations and delusions have taken over, leading him to believe people are out to get him. Because of his delusions and conspiracy theories, he may vote against the revealed Mayor, pretend to be someone he's not, imagine seeing someone where they weren't, or just act totally insane in social situations. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (current story, uncredited)

A body slumps in the dust, surrounded by a shocked circle of onlookers. The Sheriff is dead. Suddenly, a high cackle rings out. They turn and see a lone man, laughing and grinning with what seems to be pride. The town becomes angry at this man who mocks their loss. After a short-lived debate, he swings from the rope, still giggling at them all, using his very last words to taunt them. That night, a capering figure appears once more, shadow dancing like flames as he moves. He laughs, spittle flying from his mouth. His giggles echo under the doors, waking the town from its slumber. The next morning, another body lies in the dust, a gun in his hand and a bullet in his head. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The docs open the cold door handle, thinking about what they were going to do with the crazed patient. They walk in, and the patient starts weeping. The doctors ask him: what's wrong with you?, for he was too tired for doing anything else. He was suffering from severe schizophrenia and major hallucinations. He started calling and begging to God. "Jesus, let me in! LET ME IN!" The doctors gave him some pills, not for his schizophrenia, but for his back pain. He was quite old, but he knew of things that could never be solved. The crazed patient then breaks through the door, the doctors not even stopping him from going, and he escapes. He yells through the streets of the town, begging for someone to kill him, but then he had an idea. If he looked suspicious, people might kill him. Even though dying was a lifelong dream, he found love. He said his goodbyes everyday, and one day it was needed. His children were just like him, and they were feared, for some evils were covered up, and the jesters were looking suspicious. Jesters die, rejoice, and pick a target, any target. They have been remembered and still roam Salem in search of the thirst of death they need to quench. (unregistered contributor)

He was once a happy comedian that performed for the town and more specifically, the Mayor, he has since been fired from his job. Over the years, insanity and suicide have grown into his mind. The only thing to truly "cure" him is to relieve him from life, but not by the hands of others, but by his own terms. But as a penalty to the town for destroying the job he's only good at, he will choose a single member of Salem and continuously haunt them until they put themselves out of their misery, as his last "comedic act" to offer for the town. (credit to Squiddington)

Before the miracles of modern medicine, mentally ill people lived among the population, but were shunned by society. The Jester suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and untreated hallucinations, meaning he is nuts and is willing to do anything to die. At this stage, he is not afraid of death. In fact, ending his suffering is more appealing than living in fear, but he wants to die on his own terms. (unregistered contributor)

Jobless, broken and insane; the Jester is a sad soul that resides in Salem. With the new age of technology, Jesters are no longer everyone's favorite comedian. Deep depression causes the Jester to seek death and he will only be satisfied if the people he once entertained are the ones doing the lynching. Upon the hanging of this sad soul, a Town member responsible for his death takes their own life out of guilt. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jester used to be the most hilarious of all comedians; he would tell jokes that would laugh your heart out and slap your knees to the thickest. He took great pleasure in telling jokes and making them up; it was his job, after all, and was honor roll. He would make money that rivaled what the Mayor would print up. One day, he was planning for his next comedy show when something snapped. He thought; "What would be the absolute BEST thing to make people laugh? What would NO ONE DO?". As he thought to himself, he finally got it: He would convince everyone he was a criminal. He thought it would be hilarious. He would think everyone would laugh and slap their knees even more than before! He would join the Town of Salem, where he would commit this act he would think funny; But, he was lynched at guillotine. Everyone was extremely saddened to see their favorite comedian go. One of the voters who voted in favor of his death, he would commit suicide in faith, because he needed to tell him how funny he was, but could only tell him in the afterlife. But, hey, it's just a joke. And that's all the Jester cares about. (credit to Octometaknight)

The jester twitched in his cell. Ever since he was put into the mental hospital, it seemed like everyone was out to get him. He has never been the same since the incident. He didn’t mean to kill his friend, he didn’t have any clue that he had dropped his pocket knife during their race. He didn’t mean for his friend to fall behind and trip, only to land flat on the knife. He didn’t want to be accused of murder and stuck in this sadist and enclosed mental hospital. The jester looked up as he heard a sound. His cell opening. They were letting him go. But he didn’t want to go. He just wanted to die. The guilt was eating him alive. But now there’s only one way to get his wish: get lynched. And he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen. (Credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

In the last light of the evening, men and women watch with narrowed eyes as a pale old man wrapped in childlike garments hobbles onto the podium steps, and stands there twitching and smirking as a noose is tied round his neck. His crimes? Lying about who he is, taunting other town members and voting against revealed townies. A woman steps forward and asks for his role, yet the delusional elder doesn’t respond. If anyone listened closer, they may have heard giggling, but instead, the townsfolk swiftly lose their temper, and decide him guilty. “Lynch him” the women spits and the floor gives way to claim another victim, or perhaps, it doesn’t. As realization and horror dawn on the guilty voters’ faces, the jester grins like a lunatic and raises a trembling bony finger, passing judgment on each of them, before he erupts into flames, and disappears, his echoing cackle in the wind. Panic rises throughout the town as the guilty voters skulk home, uttering shaky prayers in whispers, each carrying a gut feeling that they may not wake up the next day. justanormalcat

Serial Killer
In the Salem Penitentiary, a hopelessly depraved soul sits in a dark corner of his solitary confinement cell. This person has been accused of murder in every degree and has been sentenced to death row. A master artist with a blade, the Serial Killer, is a dangerous foe to both Town and Mafia, but coming events call for desperate measures. A note is slipped under his cell door with a key, a knife, and a letter that reads "The Family sends its regards." The Serial Killer slips out of their solitary confinement cell that night. With a grim smile, the Serial Killer begins their gruesome work, one person at a time. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Serial Killer was once a surgeon, exiled from his position for his “experiments” on living people. He now resides in the town, putting on a facade of sanity during the day. He seethes underneath, barely able to keep from striking down the townspeople. At night, that mask slips to reveal the broken mind inside. He stalks out each night, taking with him only his scalpel. One by one, house by house, he performs his experiments. Night after night, house by house. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

Once a normal child, the serial killer sat alone in the dark. She cried and cried. Wondering ''when will I be pretty? ''The town members mocked her for wearing unique clothes, often dressed in almost men like clothes. Her hair was never in a fancy updo like the rest of the kids. The escort was the worst because of her beauty she would torment the young girl the most. On a cold winter night, joking teenagers came into her room and wrote profanity and insults on the young girls mirror.. Something snapped in the young girls dark heart. Instead of crying like she use to, she smiled. Her smile stretched across her face. The escort and the rest of the teenagers were terrified. They thought she was insane. The serial killer walked up to the mirror and smashed it, her smile still very large, went up to the kids, and slashed their necks. Every night, the serial killer murders a town member for revenge. Every dark night she does so, the serial killer puts on deep red lipstick, made from the her previous victim. While she applies her lipstick she wonders... ''Am I pretty yet? ''(unregistered contributor)

A young girl was being tormented by bullies every day. One day the newly elected mayor came over to her and told her "Your so stupid we might as well put you in an asylum for stupidity and ugliness along with my old rival,". He did just that and she was in the same cell in an asylum with the soon-to-be Godfather. the Godfather rambled on about revenge and a "Family". She listened to him and her mind twisted. When they were let out everyone was an adult and she wasn't remembered at all. She wanted revenge on everyone and be free, not under the Godfather's orders and not to join his family. She seeked out anyone, including the one who got her into this and slit their throat. Then she smiled and left a bloody note decides their will. She refused to be alive with anyone except her fellow crazed ones such as the witches. (unregistered contributor)

After being released from the Salem Asylum after being 'Claimed' to be no longer Insane, the lost soul goes home, and rests. He wakes up the next day, and shows his evil eyes as he looks at the other victims as they look around in fear. At night, he grabs his knife, and heads out, sensing danger from every corner. He sees an Escort, a Bodyguard, a Jailor, and a person sitting on his porch. He runs towards the mysterious figure outside of a small cage. He pins him down, and one minute later, the figure stops moving. The Serial Killer is out to get his revenge, one by one; making sure his victims suffer a great pain before they head to the afterlife. (unregistered contributor)

"I'm not insane!" shouts the simple man. The Doctor jots these notes down and said "I'm not saying your insane, just the thoughts of murder is inhumane." The voices in the simple man is overpowering the Doctor though, The thoughts are telling him to murder the Doctor, then leave all of this behind. Ignoring the Doctor's voice, The simple man looks for a weapon to kill the Doctor, since the voices are pounding his head. He sees the scalpel on the side table. The simple man says to the Doctor,"I am not insane. I AM NOT INSANE!" and jumps for the scalpel. The Doctor, an excellent psychologist, knows what this means. Terrified of the man now, jumps up and runs for the door. The man, faster than the Doctor, stabs the Doctor and drops the scalpel. He had just murdered, a bad deed, but this stopped the voices in his head. the newborn Serial Killer knows his existence now. To murder is a bad deed, but a good deed to him, since the voices are reappearing every night. For vengeance of being accused of being insane. He grabs the scalpel, rubs the blood off, and walks out of the room feeling happier than he has ever felt. He will kill again, The voices are starting to returning.... (credit to Setpep)

Walking to give some crazy his next meal, the Jailor sneaks some bits of bread off of the plate. He slowly unlocks the door. But, little to his knowledge, this prisoner hid the last knife for his meal in his pocket. The Jailor, unaware of this threat, walks in a sets down the trey. In a split second, the jailor lay dead on the ground, stabbed by one of his own tools. Licking the bloodied knife, the prisoner walks out of cell, locking the jailor's body in of the cell he was sentenced to rot in. Now it was his time. He swore vengeance on the town before he was sent to jail. Every Town member will fall and anyone else that is unlucky enough to be around him. Toying with all the other prisoners before finally leaving them all to a fate of starvation he starts his path of murder. This now Serial Killer will end this town, or so he thought. The night he arrived in town, a beautiful woman tried to distract him, ending in her death. The morning following, everyone was aware of him, and everyone knew it was him. The woman left a note of her actions that night. Being walked to the noose, he tries to convince the town, but only to his dismay. (Credit to GabrielCapone)

It was night 2 in Salem, when Jenna, a citizen, came home at nearly 4:00 AM. She jogged to her room and took her jacket off, revealing the blood stains on her shirt. "You did it again," she whispered, starting to cry. She took a deep breath. "It's okay, it's going to be okay. At 7:00 AM, only 12 of the 14 people came out of their houses. One person was killed the first night, by Jenna, and one of the two killed night 2 were killed by her. The man next to Jenna's victim picked up her will. He read, "Julie the Lookout, night 1, watched #3, visited by Jenna." He looked up at her. "#3 was killed night one! You're the serial killer!" She responded in a worried way, "No I didn't. It was a coincidence surely." When it was time to vote, nearly everybody voted to send her up. When she was sent up, her defense was, "Julie was lying, she just didn't like me. Why would you trust somebody who wouldn't announce this?" During the voting, none of the 11 people abstained. She was surprised to see that all 11 votes were guilty. She was given her final words, and she says, "I know the one-man Mafia. Good luck." She was hung, and her will was announced. The same man who figured out that she was the serial killer read her will. "The one-man Mafia member is Old Man Jenkins. Yeah right. There's no way we can trust her." Several more nights passed, and two people remained, Old Man Jenkins, and the same man before. It was Day 7, and night was approaching, after the two lynched his only ally. "She was right," the man whispered, looking at the old man, a few houses down. "Good night son," Jenkins yelled with a crazy smile. The next morning, blood was found on the ground on the man's sidewalk. The one-man Mafia killed the entire town. Not David Brown

Survivor
Raised on the streets of Salem, the Survivor went to war with all of his brothers when he came of age. Twelve years, nine months, and twenty-six days later he would return, alone, after being rescued from the prisoner camp that he had been kept in. He doesn't speak of what happened in the camp. He has lost touch with all of the ones he loved and has entered a self imposed exile. Whether it be because of grief or guilt, one thing is clear though. The one thought that kept him alive for all of those years at the hands of his abusive captors is the only thing keeping him alive in the Town of Salem: survival. (current story, credit to Ace2369)

The Survivor has become a poor and lonely soul after he went to war. He fought mercilessly along his friends, but has now returned alone, sad, and lost all touch of happiness. Now survival is the only thing that matters in his mind, and he brought home the vests of his friends that he lost during combat. Remember this, every shot to a Survivors vest is a reminder to him of what happened to his comrades. (credit to Squiddington)

The Survivor was an apathetic archaeologist who loved exploring ancient tombs and discover new treasures amongst the world. He loved nothing more than to dig up a treasure chest or discover a new way of creating things from ancient grafts. On his travels, he reached the town of Salem to see the science of the witch trials, but ended up becoming part of the town himself, and was in mortal danger. He knew that at any cost he needed his artifacts to reach civilization to create new breakthroughs in science, art, and architecture for the good of mankind itself. He stockpiled bulletproof vests, and he would trust anyone; even the man with the knives; to get his knowledge and ancient treasures out of the town. If only he knew that he was caught in the tedious war between the Town and the horrible evils that plague it. (credit to Octometaknight) The survivor used to be a high ranking officer in the Navy, however one fateful day the entire fleet of ships were sunk by underwater homing missiles. She could have tried to stay and steer her own ship and crew to safety, but she dived overboard, seeing as she had been a champion swimmer. However the years had gone by and she was no longer the swimmer she thought to be, and she woke up on the shores of Salem Town. Having fogotten the events onboard, she was only left with a rock hard desire to live at all costs, even if it meant pilfering bulletproof vests from the bodyguard.

The Survivor liked to think himself a helpful fellow. He stated immediately once the morning arose that he was a Survivor and that he would help the town. The town, of course, had their misgivings and threatened to vote him, but a few kind souls had mercy on him. The next night, the Survivor was both transported and attacked by the Mafia. Luckily, his vest protected him, not to mention the aid of a Doctor. The next few days went by; Mafia members were lynched, as was an unlucky Werewolf, and the helpful Survivor ran out of vests. Then, the last day came. It was the Transporter, the Survivor, the Jester, the last Mafia member, and the Doctor. For reasons that still remain unexplained, the town decided to give the Jester her rightful win. So she was lynched, and she swore to haunt the last Mafia member... only, their plans went awry. The next day, the town awoke to see the Mafia member dead... as well as the unluckily transported Survivor. (credit to TotallyNotAWerewolf)

Werewolf
The Werewolf was merely more than a simple man who was given the curse of shape shifting into a hideous beast every Full Moon. Every other night, he seems to the Sheriff as an innocent town member. Yet he was abandoned and forgotten by those he loved. And when the full moon rises, he has no control over himself. Turning into the werewolf, he pillages one's house, mauling anyone who dares encounter him. Relentless and a terror to anyone whom he pays a visit to, the Werewolf can only be taken out by a merciless Bodyguard watching over his target or a Veteran who dares raise his gun at any man, or beast that approaches him. After waking up the next morning, with no memory of the past night's events, the man was shocked to see the maimed bodies of those he had mauled the preceding night. Prowling and purging the streets and alleyways of Salem, the Werewolf returns back to his human form, until the next Full Moon presents itself. (current story, unregistered contributor)

The shadow silhouetted by the moon is not one of earthly presence. It is one of blood and terror. of massive bone and strong sinew, of barely contained rage. It howls once, shaking the walls of the town houses, waking the townspeople. The Werewolf then descends upon the town. The townspeople cower in their beds, praying that they will not hear the awful sound of splintering wood. The mere sight of another person sends the Werewolf into further bloodlust. He is unstoppable, for none dare stand in his way. Only the stone-cold Veteran, gun loaded with silver bullets, or the oath-bound Bodyguard dares to lift a weapon against this nightmare. The next morning, when the sun shines upon his slaughter, he slips back in among the townspeople, his mask of timidity back in place. He dares not prowl again until the full moon restores his strength and power. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Werewolf was born into a rich and noble family. He was spoiled and loved nothing better to abuse a certain guard of his. One day as he continued harassing the guard, the guard lost his cool and turned into a raging werewolf, tackling the boy. He was killed shortly after, but not before he had cursed the Werewolf with the same shape-changing rage he had. Because of that, his family fled to the Town of Salem, fearful of his powers. The Werewolf was left, abandoned and alone whilst by himself. A few years later, he comes to the Town of Salem, where his family lived and had forgotten the child they left. But he had not forgotten. He waited patiently for the full moon to rise, and that night went on a rampage at his family's house, killing everyone there. But that was not enough. He was still furious- furious at the people who lived with his family for all those years. So he stayed there, acting like a simple, innocent town member to everyone he encountered. Then every full moon he transformed into his Werewolf form and took his anger out on the town, rampaging in someone's home, killing everyone he saw,and eating their dead bodies too. Eventually he cooled down as the people he hated all died and a new generation took over, and he calmed down, making peace with them. However he could not just throw away all that anger as if it was nothing. So every full moon he transformed, completely unaware of what he was doing. He would visit houses, clawing the occupants to death. Then the next morning he would wake up and see what he had done. He grew cold, and stayed in alleys during the day, somewhere where he wouldn't harm anyone. But every full moon he still went around the town, killing the unsuspecting victims, where the only people that could stop him was the heartless Veteran,the merciless Bodyguard or if he accidentally kills himself. (credit to ElStar4Ever)

Once a man of luxury, the Werewolf's life took a turn for the worse after a mysterious beast struck him down with a bite. Three nights later, he viciously tore open the throats of a man and all who had visited him. Now the Werewolf desperately tries to control his vicious urges, the beast being driven by the very thing the Werewolf had thought to protect those around him; solitude. (credit to Who will teach Stevie?!)

The Werewolf was once a man of ordinary life, as he walked the streets of Salem and lynching those that were deemed guilty by the local Investigators. However, that ended when a large, silent beast stalked him during the night and almost ended his life by brutally mauling him, spreading the curse of the Werewolf. Now, as every Full Moon presents itself, he transforms into an unstoppable killing machine, only fueled with rage and bloodlust, as he mercilessly and mindlessly mauls any victims that dare visit him or his target. Be it a revealed Mayor, or the sociopathic men wielding butcher knives or fuel tanks and matches, he spares no one...(credit to Squiddington)

At a young age, he lost his parents to the Witch trials. Known only as one tainted with inhuman blood, he was cast out into the jungle, where he was found and raised by wolves. While living among the beasts for years, he became a predator, Prey was hunted in the pack, friends and foes were made during his childhood and teenage years. It all ended on the night of a full moon, when the humans invaded the jungle. Wood was chopped and burned, friends and foes were slaughtered, while the weak were forced to flee the jungle. His home and his family stolen from him a second time, rage overtook him; it gave him the strength to rip the furless' meat from their bones with nails and teeth. Many furless died that night to the one henceforth known as Werewolf, a human turned beast said to be covered in fur when the moon is full. Pretending to be one of the attacked by tearing his own flesh, he joined Salem to remind the furless murderers of the full moon night in the jungle. (credit to Ulithemuli)

The Werewolf was born into a life of luxury. Like a magnet, wealth and prosperity flocked to his family name, and by the time he became an adult he was on the path to a happy, comfortable life. But, late one evening, when he was out tampering in the garden, a wild beast emerged from the woods and began chasing him. He fled as fast as he could, but the creature soon had him in its claws and had bitten him. The change was almost immediate, and that night the full moon coaxed him into a hideous bestial form of fur, claws, and gnashing teeth. His family was horrified by what he had become, and after he wept himself to sleep that night, they fled to a new home, hoping to leave their monstrosity of a son behind. When he discovered this, the Werewolf, now in his human form, seethed with anger, but knew there was little he, a gentle and diminutive man, could do. That is, until two nights later, when the full moon mysteriously rose once again. His wild veins filled with rage, the Werewolf hunted down his family and tore them to pieces, along with the neighbors who had come to pay them a visit. Since that day, he has stalked the streets of Salem, with each full moon unleashing his fury on all who dare reject him. (credit to Booglock)

A lonely 25 year old sits alone in the alley where town members taunt at her, beats her, and threatens to stab her if she moves from the alley. One night she started wallowing because of her poor life, but all of a sudden, someone is a mask sees her and stares at her, he was holding a knife, he starts to laugh evilly and starts running towards her, she looks at the full moon and becomes angry al, of a sudden. Before she knew it she turned into a beast! She grabbed the masked person and threw him at the wall, and started mauling him, he screamed, but was killed in process. A doctor saw what had happen and runs to the person, but the werewolf mauled the doctor also. She threw them in the center of the town, she was enjoying this, but the sun rised as the moon disappeared. She turned back into a innocent 25 year old. (unregistered contributor)

The Sheriff sat back in his home, looking over the dozens of files he kept in his desk. A certain paper caught his eye, and he looked over it again. He chuckled as he remembered entering the house of the mild-mannered man next door and interrogating him. A loner was what the man had said he was, and that could mean many things, but the Sheriff decided to turn his gaze to the ongoing threat of the Mafia and ignore the quiet man. The man's pale eyes bothered him, but why was what he did not know. As soon as he began to put the files away, however, a blood-curdling howl rang in his ears, as did the sound of wood splintering. With a cry, he turned his gaze to the window, catching a glimpse of his attacker. A gasp of horror escaped his lips; those were those same pale eyes of the mild-mannered man. He lunged for his will and began to write furiously... only to realize that it was far too late. (credit to TotallyNotAWerewolf)

Witch
The town banished the Witches many years ago, hanging them from the gallows and watching them burn to ashes. The witch wants revenge, and will do whatever it takes to see the town go down in a mist of blood. No one knows for sure where the Witches come from. They are a group of few who have read the old books written in languages long forgotten to the men of today. A book of forbidden secrets, the secrets to the minds of men. Secluded in their house tonight, silently whispering the names of Salem. Witchcraft. The magic worms it's way into the victim's mind like a worm, a mental parasite. The victim cannot scream when they feel it self burrow into their psyche. Their eyes are forced shut my a force they cannot see. (current story, unregistered contributor)

She waits. In her simple, inconspicuous hut, the Witch waits. She watches, looking for the one she knows won't fight: the man who plays with knives, who already has so many voices telling him what to do that he wouldn't mind another. The tortured soul whose screams she hears every time the moon is at its highest, roundest point as he turns into a howling abomination of nature. The old man, sitting in his chair smiling a secret smile that his underlings know means another death will occur. She drowns them in her power, forcing them to let go and serve her, only her. Because she is the Witch. Doesn't she deserve to make use of her powers? (Unregistered contributor)

The witch was born into a cult of healers, but couldn't master the art of saving people and so they didn't accept her. So she took a different path after meeting a WereWolf who convinced her to work with him and control people so they could live peacefully. Shortly after the Witch met the arsonist who told her he only doused normal town members. Every night she takes all of her rage and binds someone to do her bidding for her, even if it is getting the bodyguard to give bullet proof vests to the survivor. (unregistered contributor)

The first Witch was just experimenting one day, and the magic came to her. She felt.... Power. She could dominate, in her own way of course. She could control minds, which she did for good and bad, either way benefiting her. Salem found out, and she was hung, but she survived. She had the true power of a witch. She was banished to Lucian Forest and she never came to the town. Although she wasn't there, she could still do her magic. And if she needed to, she would kill. Some took after her, in secret of course, and they all met in Lucian Forest at midnight. Then Salem found out about some of them, and they tried a new execution. They were going to burn them. The witches endured flames more extreme than any Arsonist. The chain of witches is vague now, but every time someone is controlled, she sends a message. And the message always ends with, "Let's face it. I dominate." To this very day, people continue her evil magic and Salem still has their sanity. (unregistered contributor)

The Witch. An experienced sorceress with knowledge of the darkest magic known to man. She can bend minds of anyone of her choosing. She can control the Godfather to make quick work of any target that wrongs her. She can control the Vigilante to end the life of any innocent - possibly his own. She is a force to be reckoned with, even Veterans fear the presence of a Witch in the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The witch is a long forgotten and rarely feared soul who lurks in the outside of town, banished and hidden away for their crimes of controlling townies against their will. Fueled by their rage for being exiled, they will creep into even the house of the man with the knives and control him to pander to the Witches every whim. With their iron will and dark magic, the Witch will stop at nothing to ensure everyone who has wronged them will die. (unregistered contributor)

The witch takes a smoke out of her golden Kiseru pipe, before suddenly vanishing in a cloud of golden butterflies. The witch is a dangerous person, although the town -- fools, in her opinion -- don't quite understand the dangerous magic she holds. She was born with an interesting power; the power to use magic, although she couldn't use it during the day.

The serial killer, on his way to kill somebody, suddenly stopped, widening his eyes in surprise. Infront of him appeared a swarm of golden butterflies which, once disappearing, revealed a golden-haired woman holding a Kiseru pipe - it was none other than the witch. "Come now, remember. Remember how you are my furniture - my servant." the witch chanted. The serial killer forcefully opened his mouth against his will, controlled by the witch, and suddenly, out of the witch's Kiseru pipe came out a small butterfly, which beautifully floated into the serial killer's mouth. Ofcourse, the serial killer had never truly been the witch's servant. However, he had been controlled by the witch before, and was, infact, looking for the witch, trying to kill her. The witch cackled, disappearing back into her house in a swarm of golden butterflies.

It was almost morning; the serial killer found himself having dragged the corpse of the investigator for everyone to see, and having left a deathnote saying, "The Witch sends her regards.". Widening his eyes, the Serial Killer found himself coughing out a small, glittering golden butterfly, and realizes that he had been, once again, controlled by the witch. He rushed towards his house, the clock hitting 6AM soon after and everyone leaving their houses, the killer doing the same thing as if nothing had even happened.

But the lookout had seen it. ...He had seen how the Serial Killer crazily murdered the investigator out of his free will, and, before even realizing it, the Serial Killer had found himself on the stand, accused of having murdered the investigator like the psychopath he was. "Guilty!" most of the town shouted. "Kill... the...... Witc---..." the Serial Killer whispered to himself, trying to warn the town about the witch, but not even being able to complete his sentence. No one had heard it; the witch had gotten the Serial Killer lynched and the investigator killed. (credit to Frederika~Bernkastel)

Forger
A recruit that was drafted by the army, you and your squad were sent into battle. Led into an urban center by your captain, you were ambushed by enemy troops. Your squad eliminated and you crippling wounded, you quickly wrote down in the dead captain's journal that the squad discovered valuable intel on people, actions, and weapons in hopes that the army would come rescue you. The army did, but with causalities, and when they discovered that you had nothing, they threw you in jail and planned to execute you for treason. The day before the execution, the Mafioso lead an escape plan and allowed you to escape. Brought before the Godfather, he decided to give you a place in the family as long as you used your talents. Your choice was easy. (current story, credit to Arckas)

Once, the Forger worked in the morgue. He goes to the body of the dead townie and swaps his will to make his enemies seem confused. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

A bearded man in a black trenchcoat sits in his office, filled with scattered papers of the previous victims that attempted to spill the secrets of the Mafia. The Godfather is planning to kill a well known Sheriff and has asked him to write fake evidence, and put it in place of the Sheriff's will. As the Godfather leaves his office, the man grins and writes down with near-perfect handwriting, the "evidence"... The next morning, the will has been read to the town, and another innocent man has been hung. The town stares in horror because of what they done, while the Forger turns his head and forces a quiet chuckle, knowing there is one less problem for the Mafia to deal with... (credit to Squiddington)

The Forger sits in his cramped office, a dim lamp the only illumination in the room. A yellowed paper is in front of him- the will of one of the Mafioso's victims. He examines the paper closely: it's filled with info about the Godfather. He smiles, picks up his bright red pen, and begins to improvise. (unregistered contributor)

As a small time attorney the Lawyer specialized in writing wills for his clients. But as his gambling debts grew he required more money than he could legally make. And thus he began to alter his deceased client's wills to have a portion of their wealth distribute to various charity. These "charities" were just part of a shell game that increases the Lawyer's bank account. No one noticed until the Consigliere's father passed away, who just so happened to be a client of the Lawyer's. Due to his high levels of intelligence and his ability to read people he saw through the scheme. Instead of anger he was thoroughly impressed with the Lawyer's cleverness. One phone call to the Godfather, and the Lawyer became the Forger. (unregistered contributor)

Sitting alone in the office at his desk, the was then humane spell-checker for the Mayor was reviewing the New Year's Speech that was ready for tomorrow afternoon. Gad, he has awful handwriting. All filled with complete guff as usual, such as unemployment, 50% deals at the Superstore, and a general round-up of how normal Salem was the previous year. You hear someone entering, but you pay no notice until they tap you on the shoulder - it's your friends, the Consort and the Framer. The Consort suggests that they all go and hang at the Consigliere's place, taking the Mayor's speech along for a "quick revision". The next day, the Mayor finds himself in the middle of talking about how the Janitor is the best cleaner in town, and shortly afterwards finds himself being shot by the Vigilante for being a traitor to the town. It seems like the new Forger's work is done, and with a reward from the Godfather, he heads off home. (credit to Tempestral/I.eat.Goopys.carbonara)

Originally working as a censor woman in WW2, the Forger was recruited by MI6 due to her degree in graphology to analyse handwriting. She learnt the truth behind many politicians' secrets, including the truth behind the Watergate scandal, where Air Force One was going every day, and the most personal love letters between the Mayor and [censored]. One day, she was forced to forge a letter that bypassed all laws for a nuclear strike on Cuba to be permitted by the President, but she was going on holiday there with her family at the same time. She screwed up the paper in a rage, and ran away from all the secrecy - to the Town of Salem. It was so backwards that there was no way she would be found again. A few days later, she was recruited by the mafia for her talents, and readily agreed to forge fake wills due to her anger at the "good" side of the world. Anway, isn't writing letters a ladylike thing to do? (credit to Victoriouswizard)

The schoolteacher sits at his desk, grading his student's homework with a red marker. That night he is kidnapped by the Godfather. He is given a will from one of the Mafioso's targets. He tells the Forger to "improvise" upon it. Knowing he will be executed otherwise, the man does the task. The Godfather unbinds him, if he promises to be a part of the family. The teacher agrees. (credit to Bkfootball) The Forger gets a message from his doorstep. "Cotton Mather" He understands completely. Behind the letter is a scroll reading suspicions on his best pal, The Framer. He spends the next 5 minutes understanding how her handwriting is done. He then starts to write. After an hour of carefully wording his will, he visits The Godfather and hands him the letter. The Godfather reads through it, smiling from time to time. He then hands it to the Mafioso. "Kill Cotton and make sure she has this will with her." The Mafioso nods and rushes off. "Thanks buddy, you always have my back." The Framer replied. (Credit To Runtoastrun)

Vampire Hunter
In the corner of a damp room of a dilapitated house crouches a young man with keen observation skills. Being an introvert at the party which once took place in the living room, he had locked himself into a small room upstairs. Little did he know, his family had invited a vampire as one of the guests and in the short time, that vampire massacred everybody in the living room. He comes down, feeling hungry and hopes to sneak past the racket to take some crackers and cheese. The Vampire was gone, and left a bloody mess behind, which the man unknowingly steps in. He looks down to see the corpses of his parents and their friends, mutilated, with the traditional bite of a Vampire on their necks. Wetting his jeans, he quickly grabs the food and runs back into his solitary room, and cowers in the corner. He sits for several days, praying for his life. A rat shifts in the closet opposite him, causing a small shiny object to fall out. Upon inspection, it is a small silver cross. Filled with a new resolve and detetmination, the Vampire Hunter sets out, with a solemn vow to eliminate the Vampire prowling around his town. (current story, unregistered contributor)

In a room with no window in the corner lies a man. He just watched Transylvania and decided that the movie was mediocre. He decided that he couldn't take the clichè Count Dracula characters anymore so he grabbed a silver cross and a stake. He watches people to see what movies they watch, if he finds out that the movie was somehow related to vampires, he will end that person's life for taking his 8 dollars and 2 hours of his life. (unregistered contributor)

In the old church on the cliffs that loom over Salem, a solitary figure kneels before a crumbling altar, his hands clasped in prayer. Lying on the altar is an old flintlock: the Vampire Hunter is the last of his order, a secretive sect dedicated to the removal of undead from the world. With Divine Protection, the Vampire Hunter adjusts his hat and throws his cloak over his shoulders. He takes with him his chosen armour and weapon: a clove of garlic, the only thing that Vampire fears, and a silver bullet to avenge his fallen brothers. The Vampire Hunter cares not whether the Town or the Mafia emerge victorious, only that the threat of the Undead amongst them is vanquished forever. (unregistered contributor)

The first Vampire Hunter had a friend. Not really a normal friend, but a friend. The Vampire Hunter's name was Fionna, and the friend's name was Dill. Dill always wanted to do the things that included GUTS. "GUTS?" Fionna asked herself. 'Is he CRAZY?" Dill wanted to do it, and Fionna was his friend, so she did it with him. Then one day, Dill didn't show up to school. Or Geniveve. Or Johanna. She wondered. "Was Dill up to something?" Dill came back to school, and Fionna smelled his breathe. It reeked of.... blood. Geniveve or Johanna never came back to school... Dill then said one day that he wanted to show Fionna something in the woods. When they got to the woods, Dill turned around. He bared his teeth at Fionna and went for her neck. Fionna grabbed a nearby tree branch and swinged it at Dill. Then she saw Geniveve and Johanna's bodies. She rushed over and looked at them. She knew she had to. Fionna had to kill her best friend. She rushed back to Salem and told them on the podium. When everyone got to the site, Dill was gone. Fionna hated vampires. Fionna hated Dill. Fionna hated her best friend..... Dill still roams the forest of Salem and quenches his thirst every night, in search of Fionna, trying to apologize. Fionna doesn't want to have anything to do with Vampires. And every one of his Vampire brethren.... would die under her wrath and the ones that followed her. (unregistered contributor)

Having to only be at a young age, the Vampire Hunter was innocent and young, when his village was attacked by unknown predators of the night. The Vampire Hunter never really understood who was the predators until the night where he heard the screams of his parents, only to rush into their bedroom with their dead bodies on the floor. After realizing the death of his parents, he looked up and saw the fangs of a Vampire, smiling back at him as the predator got away in the night. From that day, the Vampire Hunter vowed to get rid of the horrifying vermin called 'Vampires'. (unregistered contributor)

A man enters his home on a cold winter evening. He hears screaming from his and his wife's room. He grabs his trusty shotgun and violently runs up the stairs. The screaming continuing and only getting louder as he comes near. He walks in on his wife with a strange, pale and tall man. Having been caught cheating, the man lets out a violent shout, and fires at the strange man. He doesn't die. She screams, gets out of bed, and starts running towards her husband. Another shot is let loose. The woman falls to the ground. The strange man immediately grabs his clothing, states that he is a vampire, and displays his fangs once more, and proceeds to jump out the window. The man then goes to his wife, he's holding his wife angrily, only asking, "Why?", and vows to get revenge. He suits up. Vampire ready, stake in hand. His only thought, to get revenge on the vampire who killed his wife. (unregistered contributor)

On a rainy night, as the hunter stepped out of his house, he was greeted with a familiar face down the road. A man who you had once knew years ago. Reminiscent, yet sinister, with a dark haze surrounding his body. As his eyes slowly meet with the hunter's, he vanishes into the night, leaving behind nothing but a gust of wind. Behind him lay the hunter's beloved wife, lifeless and supine, drained of her blood and beauty. His cries that night rang through every neighborhood, yet no one could hear. He swore to this very day to find the Vampire and kill him, or die trying. (credit to NinjaScore)

One day, as the vampire hunter walked out of his house, he saw a man who was once his friend feasting on the blood of his wife. He tried to pry him away from her corpse with brute force, but the vampire escaped his grasp and disappeared into the night. As his pained howls echoed into the darkness, he made a pledge to find the vampire and destroy it or die trying. (credit to Bobsjobisfob)

One day as the vampire hunter walks out of his house he sees a man who was once his friend feasting on the blood of his wife. He tries to pry him away with brute force but alas the vampire is to fast for him and escapes. He pledges to do whatever he can to find the vampire or die trying. (unregistered contributor)

The Vampire Hunter was once a dismissive man until his house and family were burnt to the ground by a dark, mysterious, and bloodthirsty force. Paranoid and thirsty for revenge, he lurks around the town of Salem, seeking vengeance on any unlucky Vampire and find the ones who destroyed his life. (credit to NyxSoul)

There was once a boy who was very social and had many friends that he loved so much. They would all hang out together. However, one fateful night, while the boy was cooking (with garlic) He heard his friends scream. He then grabbed a gun (with silver bullets) and ran to the house (with the garlic in his hand).When he arrived, he saw the dead bodies of his friends, he then noticed that they had lost all their blood. Afterwards, when he went to go get help, he saw the culprit, the vampire. He threw the garlic and shot the vampire dead. After that, he vowed to kill every vampire in Salem... (unregistered contributor)

The Vampire Hunter used to be a man who worked a dead-end job at a processed meat department. He worked hours and hours on end handling blood-soaked beef to make hamburgers. However, all the time he worked he realised more and more that he was being cruel; all the bloody beef he worked day in day out he knew came from innocent slaughtered cows. One day, he cracked. He knew he was doing wrong and would tend to a cow farm outside of town. Destined to be there permanently, he would do his best to keep his cow farm, and those who resided there, safe from all harm. But... then it happened. A Vampire raided his house. He brutally slaughtered all of his bovine and sucked all of their blood clean, to the point the skin was on the bone. The thirst-quenched vampire was leaving the farm when he was blown to pieces by a shotgun. The farmer raised his gun in rage as he smashed all of the vampire's bits into pulp. Heartbroken, desperate, and slightly insane, the Vampire Hunter would move to Salem in sorrow. He would never again let anyone harm his charges. (credit to Octometaknight)

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No one knew how the vampire was born. Legend has that a nurse cautiously paces towards the room of a newly brought in out-patient, still wondering if the psychologist has given a proper diagnosis yet. She grips the door handle, uncertain if she's prepared to face him, after all that's been rumoured about what lies inside this room. The door swings open, startling the nurse. The psychologist steps out, his face down, looking at his clipboard. Slightly relieved, the nurse asks if the patient is doing fine, or if he's sick. The psychologist pauses, raises his head, and smiles. Blood was dripping down his mouth and face onto his clothes. With a raspy breath, the final words the nurse ever hears is spoken. "You are the one who is sick." (current story, credit to NinjaScore)

The newly "born" vampire then rushes out the door, the blood of his victims spilled on him, and quenches his reeching thirst. He was remembered and feared in Salem, and people have stood up to the other blood-thirsty creatures, known as Vampire Hunters. Some of them have succeeded, and the others, well, the others, they didn't succeed........ (current story, unregistered contributor)

A nurse uneasily approaches the room of the so-called 'vampire', wondering if the psychologist has given a proper diagnosis. Suddenly, the door opens, and the psychologist steps out. The nurse asks if the vampire man is insane. "No need to worry madame," The psychologist pauses, baring his own fangs. "He's quite sane. You are the one who is sick." He mutters, before lunging forward. (credit to Who will teach Stevie?!)

The Vampire lurks through the streets of Salem, a hungry grin on his face. He stealthily sneaks through the alleyways, looking for the fastest way to his next meal. Finding the house of his target, he slips through the door and charges into their bedroom. He hears a scream and savors the look of pure horror on his victims face- before he drinks. (credit to RatRiddled)

The Vampire was a woman who believed in the work of a religious belief. She was part of a pact of Masons; she believed, looked up to her Mason Leader. She was a deep believer. She thought she knew everything from her leader and her beliefs. Hopeless was she when she found she was terribly wrong. One day, a Mason came to a meeting almost completely burnt and soaked in bloody fumes. He was definitely burnt by an Arsonist. The ignorant Mason lay down by his side, and when she reached down to touch him... He exploded into shards of bone fragments and entrails. The Mason was completely covered. Unknowingly, she ran to the nearest water source, the magical Holy Fountain outside the Mason meeting building, and tried to soak herself to get the stuff off... but when she jumped in, the blood and entrails infused with her. A scream came out, and all the other Masons rushed over panicking to the oddly tall woman. She didn't know what was going on... but instinct quickly took over. All the Masons were dead in at least a few seconds... and she bathed them in the Holy Fountain. The new squadron of Vampires, lead by that very woman, roam everywhere. She would maraud everywhere, drinking the blood of everyone she saw. Eventually she ended up in Salem, where she faced a new threat: the Vampire Hunter. (credit to Octometaknight)