Werewolf Zombies 2.0 - Deadline at 9.30PM AEDT (exactly)

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Welcome to Redstone Ridge, a remote mining town in the Pilbara. Once a bustling hub of iron ore and industry, now it’s a graveyard of rust and silence. The collapse of society left two armed factions clinging to power—and a handful of civilians caught in the middle, just trying to survive. But something worse than greed and guns stalks the night.

The infection began quietly. A single case. A single mistake. Patient Zero. Now, the dead don’t stay dead. They rise, hungry for brains, spreading their curse one bite at a time. And the worst part? They look just like us.

Players

myblueroan
MC Bad Genius
Bovo
cats_09
MarcMaverick
WAbulldog
ZergMinion
3KZ is Football
Crimson Azure
DemurePrincess
The Half Back
Itsmyshow
Bluelegs
JHF1870
BEaston
DERO
The_Reaper
Tarkyn_24
jmoo wan
boncer34
King Tenz
Pie 4 Life
Gralin
MP_

 

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The sun rises over town, but dawn brings no comfort. The streets are eerily quiet, broken only by the distant groan of the infected. Two bodies lie cold:

• MC Bad Genius (Mayor) – gunned down by the Serial Killer in a desperate bid to protect the town.
• JHF1870 (Bus Driver) – torn apart in a brutal crossfire as both Militia and Army struck.

And the infection spreads. Patient Zero has turned, and two more have joined the ranks of the undead. There are 3 zombies

Day 2 begins now. Vote wisely. Trust no one. Survive the town.

myblueroan
MC Bad Genius
Bovo
cats_09
MarcMaverick
WAbulldog
ZergMinion
3KZ is Football
Crimson Azure
DemurePrincess
The Half Back
Itsmyshow
Bluelegs
JHF1870
BEaston
DERO
The_Reaper
Tarkyn_24
jmoo wan
boncer34
King Tenz
Pie 4 Life
Gralin
MP_

 

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The arguments had been simmering all day, the tension boiled over. Voices rose. Ping pong was discussed. Accusations flying around. Fingers pointed at everyone. Posts were counted.
Dero fingered MarcMaverick. The whispers turned into shouts. “Manipulator!” Dero cried.

When the dust settled, the verdict was clear. The rope was ready.

MarcMaverick (Militia Manipulator) lynched.

A schemer is gone but at what cost? The Militia will not forget.

It's now N2.

 

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Dawn breaks over Redstone Ridge, but the light feels hollow. The town is stained with blood, and the silence is broken only by the distant echo of groans - low, guttural, and growing louder but also, seemingly shorter bursts.
Last night was carnage.

• Bovo (Army Captain) fell to Militia steel.
• Bluelegs (Militia Roleblocker) was gunned down by the Serial Killer.
  The factions are bleeding, but the infection? It thrives.

Three more joined the ranks of the undead. The living know the truth: there are 6 zombies among you. They look like allies. They vote like allies. But they don't sound like your allies.

The factions glare across the square, rifles clutched tight. Civilians whisper in corners, wondering who will turn next. The undead? They wait. Patient. Hungry.

It's now D2, get your votes in.

 

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The fragile balance of the town is upended when it is discovered that one of the Zombies has broken the rules. In this dire game of survival, order is paramount, and any deviation—intentional or not—threatens the delicate trust that holds the factions together.

After a swift and decisive deliberation, the rule-breaking Zombie is punished with a kill, their role forcibly revealed and eliminated from the game.

With one Zombie gone, the survivors have gained ground, but the night looms large, and the remaining undead won’t make the same mistake twice (or will they?). The stakes are higher than ever, and the town must prepare for what comes next.

Justice has been served, but the battle for survival continues.

BEaston (zombie, villager) removed for breaking zombie posting rules.

All votes on BEaston and his vote won't count.