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Monk [Townsfolk Miscellaneous]

Haunted

Basics

The Monk will survive the first attempt to banish it during the night.

Details

The Monk is informed of the attempt to banish them. Attempts to banish the Monk during the day will still succeed.

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14:26

Protecting executed!

Dies irae, dies illa

@Tormented Shade

@Participant You are currently under the public activity limit! Please make sure to participate in the public discussions in #town-square during the game. If you're not sure what to contribute you can feel free to reach out to Hosts for additional advice!

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✅ Created #🐱!

Announcement

@Specter of the Shell is a Threat.

Lol

✅ Created #👻-🐱🐱!

✅ Created #🐱🐱🐱!

@Host Can I make this a ghost cc #👻-🐱🐱

Witches Black Cat

@Host Can I make this a ghost cc #👻-🐱🐱

Done

Wahoo

Why can I see Jay's message lmao

23:33

wait nvm thats intended

@Host did I break the tavern haunting chat

Uh

03:45

Maybe?

lol

I figured it out

03:46

You reached the message limit for non nitro users

03:46

The bot doesn't have nitro

03:46

I'll send it again but remove text until it fits

lmaooooooo

03:47

Wait hold on

03:48

@Captain Immortal

03:48

I'll send you a shortened message

03:48

For you to send

03:48

bruh

03:50

Whatever it's fine

You want a redo?

Just tell the people the song is called Subways of your Mind by FEX and it's all gucci (edited)

Is that fine?

@Captain Immortal Subway of your Mind. Get it right <3 (edited)

Mybad

Thank you babe

The tavern feature is hilarious

When will bots have nitro

Theres a new font feature right (edited)

03:55

Have you tried it

What, like, in my name?

Yea

Yes I did in fact try that, thanks for asking

03:59

https://discord.com/channels/584765921332297775/1431997076539052212/1433651276113117214 lol

04:00

Who else would go on about yaouri bestie

Yeah so my last message was cut of. Fucked up right? Gotta pay your capitalist overlords to do so much as speak. Anyway.

A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt to climb down from the building, seeing as my legs don't work yet. On my slow crawl to the cathedral, another unfortunate unit from my batch seems to have bit the dust. Hopefully she backed up her memory for a new body, as I'll need her legs for repairs. I continue walking, the large, heavy cathedral door creaking as I push to open it. Inside it's quiet and stale, as if time within the cathedral has stopped. Walk past the rows of pews, I come to a stop in front of the altar cross and look up. Ichor drips from the angel, splattering on the stairs, forming a small stream flowing down. 

I need to get them back. Before I'm lost as well.

02:46

@Captain Immortal can you check if the above message can be send by a peasant discord user

Witches Black Cat

Yeah so my last message was cut of. Fucked up right? Gotta pay your capitalist overlords to do so much as speak. Anyway.

A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt to climb down from the building, seeing as my legs don't work yet. On my slow crawl to the cathedral, another unfortunate unit from my batch seems to have bit the dust. Hopefully she backed up her memory for a new body, as I'll need her legs for repairs. I continue walking, the large, heavy cathedral door creaking as I push to open it. Inside it's quiet and stale, as if time within the cathedral has stopped. Walk past the rows of pews, I come to a stop in front of the altar cross and look up. Ichor drips from the angel, splattering on the stairs, forming a small stream flowing down. 

I need to get them back. Before I'm lost as well.

5 characters too long

02:49

Yeah so my last message was cut of. Fucked up right? Gotta pay your capitalist overlords to do so much as speak. Anyway. ``` A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt

02:50

Actually if you just remove the pre grey text it's fine

Captain Immortal

Yeah so my last message was cut of. Fucked up right? Gotta pay your capitalist overlords to do so much as speak. Anyway. ``` A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt

That seems like a little more than 5 characters

02:51

Anyway

02:51

A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt to climb down from the building, seeing as my legs don't work yet. On my slow crawl to the cathedral, another unfortunate unit from my batch seems to have bit the dust. Hopefully she backed up her memory for a new body, as I'll need her legs for repairs. I continue walking, the large, heavy cathedral door creaking as I push to open it. Inside it's quiet and stale, as if time within the cathedral has stopped. Walk past the rows of pews, I come to a stop in front of the altar cross and look up. Ichor drips from the angel, splattering on the stairs, forming a small stream flowing down. 

I need to get them back. Before I'm lost as well.

02:51

^ That should work than?

A city. The parades. The Song. Golden Flames. Flashes of a memory. The sparks of electricity. Pulling my legs out from under the debris of the aerial survey unit, I notice those sparks came from me. I was supposed to be build tougher than this. Well, it's nothing I can't repair with some rudimentary tools. Unlike that, I can't seem to repair the memory data, despite my memory card being completely functional. Almost as if my system itself is preventing me from accessing it, though it's not giving any errors. I'll have to get that looked at later. I was supposed to be on duty with my handler alongside my other batchmates to train and correct any deviations in our algorithms. They're not here, and I can already feel the processes going sideways. I crawl around, try and get bearings on where I am. Over the edge, I see a red street, all the lights quenched, left in darkness. Why did they do that? A yellow carpet reflects the moonlight, leading to the cathedral. Right, it was the midwinter festival. An archaic tradition that people never really wanted to leave behind, I suppose it must've been important to some people. The dancers from the parade were supposed to make their way in there and finish up the festival. I opt to climb down from the building, seeing as my legs don't work yet. On my slow crawl to the cathedral, another unfortunate unit from my batch seems to have bit the dust. Hopefully she backed up her memory for a new body, as I'll need her legs for repairs. I continue walking, the large, heavy cathedral door creaking as I push to open it. Inside it's quiet and stale, as if time within the cathedral has stopped. Walk past the rows of pews, I come to a stop in front of the altar cross and look up. Ichor drips from the angel, splattering on the stairs, forming a small stream flowing down. 

I need to get them back. Before I'm lost as well.

cool

If i can send it

02:51

Bot probably can

Ghostly Players | Total: 12

- murrfiish (@Deep Sea Ghoul)

- thekremblin (@Gremlin of the Crypt)

- dansan (@Dancing Shade)

- raven1207.2 (@Midnight Feathermancer)

- sharleclaire (@Sharle of the Night Sky)

- shapechange (@The Shifting Shade)

‍⬛ - hexakaty (@Witches Black Cat)

- ddd8000 (@The Nuisance Specter)

- steinator (@Frankensteinator)

- mister.turtle (@Specter of the Shell)

- theoceancookie (@Sea Witch’s Snack)

- char._.coal (@Swift Fire Goblin) (edited)

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