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Well, it wasn't that difficult. I found several connections between myself and my clue right away. Considering what I knew, it was obvious.
1. The drawing. By the way, I drew my avatar myself.
2. Anthropomorph. Yes, I like furries.
3. Magpie. Thief. Jewels. And again, we all look at the avatar.
4. Smirk. The cat in the avatar smiles in a friendly and rather shy way, but in reality, she is the most sarcastic creature.
Although, I didn't guess the clues of others, and I didn't even try. By the way, I wanted to help the town (I randomly killed Lizarda because after two nights of inactivity, people started to suspect, and I wanted to think and kill those who were most likely to be the mafia). I relied on my resilience, but it was a mistake. I paid with my life.
I tried to convince Tox to use the "crypt story" strategy, but it didn't work. Okay, I'll just throw this out there.
Hello, town, hello, mafia!
I don't feel bad living in the cemetery. The entire picturesque view is blocked on one side by a dilapidated crypt, and on the other by the cemetery wall. The neighbors on the left rattle their bones until morning, often inviting their acquaintances, and they rattle their bones together. The neighbors on the right are constantly howling, shedding fur, messing on my territory, and approaching the neighbors on the left. The neighbor below complains that I toss and turn too much and often remembers the old days when brains were tastier. The neighbor above drinks non-stop - there are already 17 bloodless bodies scattered around the neighborhood. My coffin is uncomfortable, with nails sticking out everywhere, it's constantly leaking, and it's cramped in the legs. Whoever killed me will suffer. I will try to haunt him in his dreams.
With love, always yours, the maniac.
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