At the end of the day, a bunch of people said stuff and some of them were probably lying, while others were telling the truth. However, no one was certain enough about which was which to put forth any specific target for hanging. There was nothing substantial, nothing concrete, nothing that was enough to save them. Nobody had truly expected to be successful so soon, but everyone had hoped deep down, and that hope fizzled out with the last of the sunlight. The Sanctuary members went to bed a bit grumpier and a bit more paranoid.
IT IS NOW NIGHT 2
Comment moderation has been turned on. You have until Friday, July 15th at 10 AM Pacific Time (6PM in the UK) to submit your actions if you have them. That is also how long you have to strategize on your separate blogs if you are a Mafia or a Necromancer.