It used to be different. The sun didn't scorch all that went beneath it. The air used to be breathable. The Earth use to have life.
But this is just data now. Data on the mainframe of one of the few clans that still inhabit the Earth. The sons of Man, the whipping boys of Earth, these creatures are neither human nor natural. Mostly machine, they walk the barren landscape, searching for anything that can be processed into food. Though their mechanized hearts still beat and their thoughts are still awake, they are no hope for the ruined Earth. What they can hope is to one day escape the clutches of the planet, and that is what this small clan has come closer to than anyone else.
All the data is in their mainframe, part of their "home", which spends most it's time in this ruined city synthesizing edible substances just to keep the clan alive. Just enough data to offer new hope. Just enough data to let humanity start over. Just enough. And this little mainframe sits and waits. You see, it doesn't have much to do while he entire clan is out scavenging. It flings around random files in it's system, as the most interesting thing to do, prepare the House for the return of the Scavengers, which mostly just includes flicking a few switches, has been long completed.
Slowly it gets anxious, for the night is beginning to end and the Scavengers are soon to return. And then something happens. Something that has not happened for its one hundred and seventy-three years of existence. Little lights on multitudes of panels go out. One of the Scavengers is dead. One is dead. An ancient life, brought to a fantastic age by machinery, put out.
"One is dead!" cries the mainframe, "One is dead!"
"One is dead!" echoes in the House.
"One is dead!" echoes from the skyscrapers.
"One is dead!" echoes in the minds of the Scavengers.
And as such, night begins. Well, story wise it just ended, but yeah. Sorry for not having any illustrations, but in this case, they desperately needed color, and i'm quite unable to lower the amount of detail i put into drawing, so it would end up taking me over 7 hours for an illustration.
Players are as such: Shingo, Pete, Murska, Nuk, E_net4, Amarth, Anonymous1157, Anarion, Grimsy.
Roles are as such: Villagers, wolves, Guardian Angel, Seer, Cupid, Aer.
I'm cutting the vigilante because there are less players this match.
Dawn set for Tuesday 18:00 GMT. Or so.
If you are yet to receive a notification, then know that i'm starting to send them AFTER i've written this here. I don't know how Amarth did it.
Now go forth and DIE
[EDIT] Gnyaah! Almost forgot. Villager notification as such:
You were quite alarmed when one night out alone Scavenging when the mainframe cried.
You began to rush back to the House, but you knew you won't get there before morn'.
You are a "Villager". Find the enemy among you and smother it gently.
mm... gently and lovingly...[/EDIT]