Seahawks - it's very possible that myhand is a witch, even if Ace flips witch. That is correct. However, for now, (if that's the case), then every time the real seer(s) scry a witch, myhand has to give us a fellow witch, AND the real seer is collecting a portfolio of witches - maybe different ones!
I wholeheartedly agree with you that we shouldn't trust myhand 100%, and should think independently, but if Ace flips witch then I think we have to trust myhand, at least for the next few rounds.
Then Joshua spoke to the Lord in the day when the Lord delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel: Sun, stand still over Gibeon; and Moon, in the Valley of Aijalon. So the sun stood still, and the moon stopped, till the people had revenge upon their enemies. Is this not written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and did not hastened to go down for about a whole day. And there has been no day like that, before it or after it, that the Lord heeded a voice of a man; for the Lord fought for Israel (Joshua 10:12-14).
The long day period is for us to smite our enemies!
The night fell in. It was getting dark and the people of the town were all eager to lynch a witch. Ace Windu was caught red-handed using witchcraft on the previous night and he would have to pay the ultimate price for it. He tried to pull some desperate witch stunts as a last resort, but he was quickly overpowered by the masses and thrown into the fire.
He screamed as the flames devoured his flesh. Another one bit the dust.
Ace Windu has been burned at the stake. He was a witch! Myhandisonfire is immune to all night actions!
It's night now. Those who can, PM me your actions. Nighttime ends roughly 24 hours from this post.
He tried to pull some desperate witch stunts as a last resort
Dude get some descriptions! I wanna hear about him shooting Killing Curses all over the place and a giant rumble at the end where the whole village attacks him with pitchforks.
The town baker was found hanging from a noose in his bedroom. A handwritten note on his desk read as follows:
"I can't take it anymore. This town is too boring. Sure, there's the occasional witch activity, but I'm going crazy. All I do is bake, bake, bake. Every once in a while we get mad and form a mob, but not often enough to keep life interesting."
