Sorry, this got lost in between my f5s

I was saying cops more as trackers, watchers, police, and whatever Radish is...

Why should I have to answer people's questions once I'm dead, it really won't change opinions.  If you guys want a name claim, I'm princess leia, and for 2 nights, I can put on a bikini at night to block a person.

Is this for realz?

Because I asked for a nameclaim before you died??

Again, me and trucks voted/unvoted at the same time. This shouldn't count as a hammer.

Yes, I'm bitter much.

And a nameclaim like Leia would of made me unvote you -___-

Well, sorry, but as I explicitly stated, due to unfortunate time issues, I had to eat supper, and your post asking for a name claim and the (potential) lynch occurred while I was eating, so there was nothing I could do.

Actually if you're not lying that was quite vital information that most likely wouldn't have been revealed otherwise. A limit to your power is a stark contrast to radish's claim.

The sun is only starting to set, but I’m already in the alley. I’m not taking any risk of being late and tagged as missing…I’m scared of these crazy people. Some other “participants” seem to share my feeling as they are here early and are uneasy. They look lost as if they had been signed up unknowingly as I was. We exchange quick looks but try to keep our distances, we might be looking at someone who’ll be dead soon and this is unsettling.

The sun is now set and some more confident looking people have arrived. Most are still hidden under their hoods, some clearly know each other as they keep close. There is much tension emanating from them, as if they expect to be attacked any minute.
A roar.
The shadow of yester night appears at the end of the alley. The assembly forms a circle again.

 
“Welcome back my friends! I see that all of you made it here safely. I will leave you a few minutes to consort and tell me who your challenger of the day is, but be quick as Gorky is hungry.”

Hungry? What does this have to do with a fight to the death? This doesn’t seem to bother anyone though as shouts start to go from one side of the circle to the other.

“You there with the shiny boots, you seem well fit for showing us a bit more of that beast’s moves”
“Nay, I merely would show you how he warms up, on the other hand, you seem very fit yourself and could be a serious contender”.
“Be wise gentlemen, we should choose someone who has a chance; there is no point in senseless killing. I myself volunteer to tame the beast”
“Right, as if we’re going to let you claim the prize you cocky bastard”
“I volunteer the small one over there, he certainly has a chance… to show us a few of the beast’s attacks”
“Nonsense, listen to reason, do not waist a life so…”
“Yeah the small one will do!”
“But, I’m not even supposed to be there, I received this invitation and…”
“Yeah I sent it! I figured I’d be a nice way to get rid of you”

And there the crowd goes, the vote is cast by the majority despite complaints from all sides and the small person is named the challenger of the evening. The small person looks like tempted by the option of fleeing but wisely reconsiders as this clearly is not an option, not with Gorky around.

The circle forms around Gorky and the small person. This time Gorky is bare handed. This is a fight that would have been fit for my boxer friend. Or perhaps not, considering he just leapt as if he was a small gymnast and struck the small person with incredible force. I can barely follow the blows this beast is attempting to land. The man in the hood was right, this small person is very agile and able to dodge most the hits, but clearly is not a match for Gorky.
What is this? A thermal detonator! The small person throws it at Gorky’s feet, he picks it up. Poor beast he doesn’t know what it is. Everyone in the circle jumps backwards avoiding the blast. The smoke is soon settled. The small person is on one knee exhausted and hurt. Gorky is still standing, the blast didn’t affect him! He leaps on the small person once again. This time the blow lands and rips the cape off her shoulders, it’s a woman! I recognize her it’s the princess, Leia Organa! We must stop this fight! Gorky isn’t moving, what’s wrong, something about the princ…. Oh… this beast has good taste, she’s wearing only a small bikini….I can’t take my eyes of her… Can’t move… No Gorky! He jumped head first and swallowed her full… this beast has good taste…I’m feeling sick… Time to go home, at least there are 2 of us who won’t be needing dinner tonight… Gorky and me.

An epic fight

Against a monster (with taste)

But not enough armor

Goodbye Baalzamon

NIGHT 1 START!

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Edit: Apparently Heph doesn't care about simultaneous votes, and it's night.