The crowd of Bleck clones are frantic. There's no way to tell who is who! Except, of course, by behavior...

"You're the real Count Bleck!"

"No! You are! Only Count Bleck would accuse someone else of being him!"

"Aha! So that means you ARE Count Bleck, since you just accused HIM!"

And so the villagers argued until it grew dark. Until, finally, one of the doppelgangers slips up.

"Let's just calm down and not lynch anyone. After all, We might harm an innocent villager."

"Hey! He just wants us to sit here and let Bleck and his goons pick us off!"

"NO! That's not it at all! We're here to help!"

"He said "we"! That means he's in league with Bleck and his thugs! GET HIM!"

The angry mob of mirror images chases the frantic clone across town and through one of the glowing portals at the top of Flipside Tower, then stops short.

"He's gone! We scared him off!"

There's a round of cheers that trail of as a line of twinking dust drifts out of the portal, forming the distinct lines of a Pixl.



"You meanies! I said I just wanted to help! I'm never coming back here again!"

Fleeing Coward was chased out of town. He was Carrie, one of the Void Pixl secondaries. The Void Pixls now have a two day cooldown on their power.

It is now
NIGHT ONE
Night will end in 24 hours. Please send me your actions.