Ah, what a nice, peaceful little town. People walking the streets, sunshine, flowers in the windows, it looks like I finally found a quiet place to stay. Quite a huge amount of cute cats and dogs, though, and I could have sworn I saw a dinosaur flying an airplane yesterday, but that probably was just because I was tired from moving here.
I finished unpacking all my stuff and decided to take a look around town. Get to know people and all. The local newspaper, the LaTale Brigade, looks very interesting, but there's an angry rant against newcomers in town. Apparently, some strange old man thinks letting new people move in will increase local crime statistics - the last crime in this town, he informs people, was when little Bobby stole the apple pie Mrs Johnson had placed outside to cool about two months ago, and, boy, did he ever receive a beating for that. "Those people from big towns with their giant cars and their loose morals and suddenly we have gang wars and mafias and whatever! And there's probably even some crazy serial killer out there who just can't wait to get his evil reeking fingers on our heads and scrotums for his personal collection!"
This old man sure seems like an interesting person. Anyway, it seems I'm not the only one who decided to move out into the country. I'll just take a walk over the market place and see if there's anybody there.
(Yeah, I figured I'd try first person storytelling this time, since most people did that last game. Hey everyone, newcomers, old players and fishes alike! Enjoy the first day while it lasts, everybody's still alive and nobody will be voted out today. This is very likely to change soon. Well, unless the new mafia is as bad with killings as we were... Which reminds me, where are my favorite little girly-boy berserker and the zombie-detective?
I miss them almost as much as my edit button. Oh well, at least Drangel is here. I'll have to be careful not to talk about fire.)
(Shevz! You can't steal a puppy! Don't you know this makes you evil?)