The morning was dank and cold, a blustery, gray October day. The waters off the coast of Innsmouth were rough and angry, forcing the fishermen to stay ashore. Strange sights had been reported in the woods and the feeling of them had...changed. Will-o-the-wisps danced just on the corners of your eyesight and the trees seemed to loom imposingly, the shadows between them darker somehow. Even the normal morning smell of Mrs. Crabtree's baked bread was missing, it's absence a particularly poignant indication that something was definitely wrong.

"MURDER! MURDER IN THE WOODS!" young Mr. Mayberry, the editor of Innsmouth's only newspaper The Daily Fish, shouted as he ran down Innsmouth's main boulevard.

"Murder?" the Mayor commented, hearing the cries through his open office window. Pressing the intercom he said, "Ms. Peabody, please call drfinch and ask him to go with Mayberry to the body."

A short while later the duo returned, Mr. Mayberry looking particularly upset and Dr. Finch stripping off a pair of bloody latex gloves.

"From my cursory examination it is, indeed, murder," Dr. Finch announced. "More horribly...the victim was laid out in a particular fashion and various implements and props were arraigned around the corpse."

"Props?"

"Of a certain...religious connotation, yes," Dr. Finch said. He frowned at the Mayor.

"Oh dear...well...steps must be taken I suppose," the Mayor said. Pressing the intercom button again he said, "Ms. Peabody? Please tell Obed Marsh to ring his church's bells to rally up the town?"

"Yes, Mayor," the secretary said before the line cut off.

Hearing the bells of the Esoteric Church of the Sea ringing, the villagers rushed from their homes to the town square where the Mayor was waiting for them, accompanied by a green looking Mr. Mayberry, an antiquated camera held in his hands, the ghoulish Dr. Finch and the toothsome Ms. Peabody. Before them was a table on which there were several cloth-covered items.

"It seems that it is that time again and certain members of the town have decided to cause some mischief: in brief, we have Cultists among us!" the Mayor announced. He stepped forward and pulled the cloth from the table, revealing various deadly items. Stepping back, he eyed each member of the town in turn. "You must chose, by vote, who among you must die so that we may protect the rest of the village. I will return to my office and wait for the vote. You have until sundown."

--Are You A Cultist? has begun!---