As the sun begins it's slow dance from which it will release the sky from it's light and wisdom, the village of New Haven is awash with fear. Fear for the lives of the innocent villagers who call New Haven their home. Though this fear plagues the villagers not like the hangover of a drunken vicar, but more like the evil that plagues the body of one of the villagers; an evil that is so powerful it transforms this person to a stalker of the night.
The villagers have voted, and decided that Tetsuo_Shima is not all he appears. Tetsuo_Shima seems calm in the face of being strung up to the gallows; he puts up little to no resistance, but instead prays to the Gods. Though he does not pray for himself, more so for the souls of those around him.
As Tetsuo_Shima waits for the stall to be kicked from under him, the black clouds once again roll in over the mountains, covering all but the slightest amount of sunlight. pHatBambi once again takes out his pistol with a loaded silver bullet, but with a slightly shaking hand due to the amount of ale consumed as a memorial to his vicar.
The chair is kicked from under Tetsuo_Shima and once again a villager of New Haven falls a short few inches...
... before the fatal *snap* of the neck echoes around the town square. Everyone watches the now lifeless body that is swinging within the town square. pHatBambi lowers his pistol, realising that he does not need it today. The black clouds loom overhead, as though the gods themselves have blocked the sky as punishment for killing an innocent. The villagers slowly walk back to them homes, to try and forget the affects of their own mob-mentality fuelled rage. There is still a wolf out there intent on feasting upon all the villagers.
Tetsuo_Shima is dead and was human. An innocent has been killed. Villagers, you should go to your homes, and pray for forgiveness. You can do no more now.
It is now NIGHT. Day will begin around 9am BST, it's a Sunday, a day of rest for the Gods, so bog off.
Seer: PM me the name of the villager who you wish to pass judgement on.
Wolf: PM me the name of the villager who you wish to feast upon.