Deep in the bowels of
hell Georgia, a fiddler wakes from his slumber. He sniffs the air and rubs the rosin pouch attached to his hip slowly. “I hear ya a-comin devil, you must be lookin fer another ass whoopin,” he mutters in low anticipation. But alas, the devil wasn’t come for Johnny nor his fiddle that day. No, he had more pressing affairs to attend to…
Later, in a congregation of demonic nature The devil strode up to his gathered forces, and looked them all square in the eye. “I felt a disturbance earlier. Almost as if…as if some of you aren’t nearly as evil as you make out to be.” The assembled evildoers and ne’er do wells murmur and chuckle nervously. The Lord Of The Darkness rumbles, “THERE ARE GOOD ONES AMONGST US. WE MUST FIND AND SNUFF THEM OUT, OR I WILL HAVE ALL YOUR HEADS.” So saying, the incarnation of sin dissipates in a plume of black sulfuric smoke, leaving his assembled followers in his wake to argue amongst each other and decide who of their company is one of them, and who deserves to die a fiery, sure to be gruesome death.
D1 has begun, it will end by 2019-07-12T01:00:00Z. Hammer votes will be accepted starting 24 hours from now. Andres and Chesskid are both part of this game but neither may speak directly to the thread, they cannot vote nor can they be killed at this point in time. Have at it!