Welcome Lord of Castamere!

You are an Ordinary Villager.
Your Spirit Animal is the Snake

You can vote during the day phase by typing VOTE: <playername> in the game thread.

You are aligned with the Island (this is Town).
Banish all Evil Spirits to appease the Volcano God.

"Shh...close the door." Benjamin Netanyahu whispered, hurriedly.

"Why are we being quiet?" Mel Gibson asked, carefully shutting the door to Bibi's office in Jerusalem.

"They can't know we are here. They can't know what we are doing."

"I understand."

Mel casually walked towards Bibi, who had lay down on a chaise lounge, coyly gazing at Mel's rippled muscles. He propped his head on a silk-covered pillow, the deep violet fabric mussing up his exquisitely primped coif.

"I'm glad you grew your hair out," he said softly, smiling. "You were so gorgeous in Braveheart."

"I knew you'd like it, mate." Mel sat down next to him, placing a hand on Bibi's thigh, carressing the fine suit he wore, feeling the crimson threads file past his fingers. "My, my...John Phillips, London?"

"Only the best for you. Did you know that Arafat used to buy his from there?"

Mel quickly removed his hand, furrowing his brow. "Why...why do you always bring him up?"

Bibi lurched forward, suddenly aware of his words, placing a comforting hand on Mel's shoulder. "Mel! I- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend."

Mel shrugged off the gesture, replying, "You always bring him up. Why can't you just get over him?"

Sighing loudly, Bibi explained, "Mel, you know I can't just 'get over him.' He was a huge part of my life for many years. It's only been 12 years since he passed, but he still lingers in my heart." Bibi inched towards Mel, wrapping his arm around his broad, muscular shoulders. He gripped his fingers tightly, massaging Mel's skin as he spoke. "You're the love of my life now. I know all of those things you said, you said to protect us. It's the same with all of my posturing. Just because Arafat is in my heart doesn't mean there isn't room for you too."

Mel turned to Bibi, gazing into his eyes, seeing his passion for him burn bright. "Oh, Bibi. I'm sorry. I'm just a little...insecure."

Bibi ran a finger along Mel's arm, bringing it up to his cheek, softly stroking it. "Would it help if I took off the suit?"

A twinkle appeared in Mel's eyes as he smiled. "It's a start."

Bibi stood from the chaise lounge and began unbuckling his belt.

Mel watched hungrily, eagerly awaiting the reveal of Bibi's legendary Iron Dome.

The belt removed, Mel leaned forward, placing his hands on the waistband. He turned his face upwards, asking, "May I...may I part the Red Sea?"

Bibi nodded, running his fingers through Mel's illustrious locks.

Mel unfastened the buttom holding Bibi's crimson pants secure, slowly bringing the zipper downwards, the sound as the teeth disengaged exciting him even further. The pants completely unhindered, he grabbed the waistband once more, this time sneaking his fingers inside of Bibi's periwinkle-and-white boxers, and pulled down sharply.

Mel's mouth opened wide as he gasped. "The rumors were true," he said, falling backwards onto the chaise lounge. He jumped in fright as he realized that he had sat down on the television remote, and a news broadcast came on.

"And in other news, a volcano erupted on a small island last night, killing quite a few people we don't care about over here in Israel. We've decided to release the names because, well, we don't give a fuck."