The first week of the camping trip in the Canadian wilderness was amazing. The close group of friends had a blast on their escape into the great outdoors. They saw the beautiful landscape, diverse wildlife, and relieved the stress caused by their hectic work schedules. And the fishing in the local lake was great; the guys fishing came back with buckets full of fish every day. Around the campfire, smores were enjoyed, horror stories were exchanged, and a good time was had by all. Everything was going great…
Until one fateful night. Everyone felt something that night, some kind of fear that pierced through the night like a knife. There was definitely evil magic in the air. For some, the evil consumed them completely, turning them into savage werewolves and causing them to kill their own friends in the most brutal ways imaginable. But not all of this sudden unexpected magic was evil; good magic has appeared to fight the evil horror that lurks out in the wilderness, waiting to strike.
When the sun came up after a sleepless night, the campers had found a ravished campsite, with supplies scattered everywhere as if a tornado had swept through the campsite. The campers found the dead body of
pmchugh(
???), as well as a bloody
Velociraptor that had been ripped in half by the werewolves. Lastly, there was a note at the center of camp.
Mysterious Note wrote:Hell is empty, all the devils are here.
Can the campers deduce the identity of the werewolves and make it out of the Canadian wilderness alive?
Day 1 Has Begun!
With seven alive, it takes four to lynch. Day 1 will end eight days from the time of this post.