As night fell the survivors settled down to rest in small groups around their campfires. Some spoke quietly to each other, whilst others lay still under their cloaks trying to sleep. Happyhornet24 lay staring at the stars, and slowly all around her the air was filled with the sounds of snoring survivors. Unable to sleep, Happy decided a quick stroll would probably help to tire her body and mind. She wandered down to the waters edge, dipping her toes in the cool water. She never heard the wolf sneaking up behind her, and never had a chance to utter so much as a whimper as it sunk its jaws into her neck crushing her windpipe and snapping her neck like a twig. The wolf pulled her corpse by the neck along the beach and settled down for a nice midnight snack. HappyHornet24 was GOOD. A few hours later Otter awoke in a rather jolly mood. He chuckled to himself as he remembered Hornpete’s last moments. He had never liked that snivelling little wretch. Feeling the need to relieve himself Otter stumpled over towards the trees lining the beach. He pulled down his breeches and grunted with satisfaction as he began to urinate. A sudden snapping of a twig made him spin around, trousers still down around his ankles. ‘Who’s there?’ he whispered into the darkness. A dark shape leapt at him from the darkness, throwing him backwards. A tremendous weight landed on Otter’s chest, so he only managed to utter a whispered ‘Wait…’ before the wind was knocked from his body. The red eyes of the wolf stared down at Otter for a second before a clawed paw rammed downwards into Otters chest and pulled his heart clean out. The wolf liked hearts, so damn tasty. He took a deep bite, but spat the offal out in disgust. It tasted terrible. OTTER WAS EVIL. Horace Goes Up North woke just before sunrise and decided to get an early start on proceedings. First things first he wanted to move Hornpetes body away from the camp. He stretched as he made his way over to the bell, but looking down suddenly stopped. All that remained was a single arm. He looked around confused, and a little way off he could see a foot protruding through a bush. Walking over he cautiously bent down and tugged on the foot. It didn’t budge. He pulled harder. No joy. Opening the fronds of the large plant he peeked inside. A monstrous wolf was gorging itself on the body. Horace tried to scream but no sound came out. The wolf looked at him curiously, shrugged and then bodily pulled Horace into the bush sinking its teeth into his neck. Horace was dead. HORACE WAS GOOD. One survivor sat up all night, staring into the darkness. Vigilant. Nearby lay Cthulhu, who enjoyed a good nights sleep. VOTING TODAY WILL TAKE PLACE USING A POLL. I AM HEADING TO A 20/20 THIS EVENING SO GAME WILL FINISH WHEN I RETURN, MAY BE A LATE ONE. ONE FINAL REQUEST CAN NIGHTTIME PLAYERS PLEASE SEND ME SELECTIONS THE NIGHT BEFORE RATHER THAN ON THE NEW DAY. MANY THANKS, OPTI.