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The winds blew heavily as Kemious pulled his cloak tighter, trying to fend off the bite of winter's chill. He was walking down a side road, with not many people concious when he felt a chill at his back.
"My..." The ominous voice said "The cold is no place for someone like you..." Kemious turned around to see an icy figure, looking at him with glowing cyan eyes. "Didn't your mother ever warn you that Jack Frost seeks his victims in a blizzard?" He grabbed Kemious' arms, and they began to freeze over, unable to fight back. All the poor man could do was watch as his body slowly became encased in solid ice. Within moments, he was a solid Kemisicle.
"Silly mortals... the cold is MY domain." Jack Frost said before dissapearing into the blizzard.
Kemious was killed by Jack Frost.
Mrs. Claus found Kemious' frozen body, and brought it back to her house to melt him by the fireplace, Kemious has been revived.
Glahardt was in his living room, reading a book with the fireplace creating a warm atmosphere, when he heard a crash come from an upstairs window. Curious as to what kind of a ruffian would be out in this kind of weather, throwing rocks through windows, he got up to investigate. What he found however, was not a rock, but instead a reindeer with a glowing nose. "Santa says you've been a baaaad boy, too bad for even the naughty list." His nose began glowing brightly. "And now this is where your silent nights begin." A beam shot through Glahardt's chest, vaporizing his heart. He crumpled to the ground, dead.
Glahardt was killed by Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. He was a member of the Mafia.
Musicmac was doing final rounds around the workshop making sure that everything was tidy and that the projects for the day had been done and that the place was clean before finally heading home. As she was making her way back, she noted a glint of what appeared to be gold near the mountainside. She approached it and was about to try and pull it out of the mountain when she heard a man yell "That's my gold yer tryin' ta steal!" A large man ran up, wielding a pickaxe. "And I don't take too kindly to someone trying to steal my gold.." He raised his pickaxe up, swinging it downwards, piercing music's skull.
Musicmac was killed by the Mafia. She was Mrs. Claus, with the ability to revive one person per night.
Day two has now begun, the nobody vote can no longer be used. Though this is obvious because you DID kill him.
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