We teach residents when you hear hoof beats–think horses not zebras. It means that the most obvious answer is usually right. It keeps doctors from heading down the wrong path. It helps us stick to the truth. It helps us save lives. It’s part of what makes me a good surgeon. When I hear hoof beats–horses. I always think horses, even when I shouldn’t.
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He was resting his aching body. The stress of this whole ordeal was overwhelming. Things were scary around here. So many unexplained deaths! Some people very close to him had died and he had thrown himself into his work to try to keep his mind off of it. It took a big toll on him physically, though. He desperately needed a nice long bath...
Yes! That was the motivation he needed. A hot bath and a glass of wine. He forced himself out of the comfortable chair in the doctor's lounge and grabbed his things. He headed for the elevator and, when it arrived, he pushed the button for the lobby.
As he leaned back to wait out the short descent, the elevator suddenly stopped. Oh great! This is all I need right now, he thought to himself. He pushed the emergency button but nothing happened. Then, everything went black. Trying not to panic, he reached to find his cell phone...
But then he heard something on the roof of the elevator. Someone was going to rescue him! He looked up as the emergency escape hatch opened. He couldn't see who was opening it but heard and felt someone jump down into the elevator with him.
"Hello?" he asked. "Who's there?"
Suddenly a lighter illuminated the stranger's face.
"Oh. Hello... wait."
But they didn't wait. A syringe was stabbed into his chest and he gasped at the searing pain. He clutched at his chest as he slumped to the ground.
The intruder climbed back out the way they had come and replaced the hatch. The lights came back on and the elevator continued its descent toward the hospital lobby.
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Primate has died!
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Role: Vigilante
Alignment: Town
Character: Arizona Robbins
You are Arizona Robbins, head of Pediatric Surgery and Callie's ex-wife. You are a lesbian with a prosthetic leg and you have amazingly cute dimples to go with your bubbly personality and wonderful bedside manner. You cry when trying to stand up for yourself and confronting authority figures but you LOVE little humans! If they need surgery, you are the woman for the job. Unfortunately, there are no children or babies in this cast so you are a bit frustrated and need someone to take it out on. You can choose one person every night. You will kill them by taking off your prosthetic leg and beating them to death with it. You win when all threats to town are eliminated.
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He was up on the Pediatrics floor looking at the newborn babies through the glass. It always calmed him when he was stressed. And these past few days had been more than stressful.
After a while, he took a deep calming breath, then headed back down to finish up a few more things. He walked to the elevator and pushed the button but it didn't light up. Out of order again? He sighed and decided to take the stairs instead.
He opened the door to the stairwell and stepped inside. Very quiet and eerie at night, he thought to himself. As he started down the staircase, he felt a presence. He looked over his shoulder but no one was there. He must be imagining things. He continued down the stairs but couldn't shake the feeling he was being followed. As he reached the next landing and was turning to start down the next set of steps, he looked back suddenly. It was then he saw a movement. There WAS someone following him.
"Who's there?" he called out.
Silence.
"Oh, come on. I know you're there, who is it?"
The figure slowly stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh... hi. What are you doing? Don't you know people are on edge around here?"
All he got back was a smile.
"Okay, well, have a good night then." He said in irritation. He turned back to continue down the stairs but he heard steps behind him now, coming quickly. He was being chased.
Not taking any chances, he started running down the stairs. He could hear the footsteps getting closer. He rounded the next turn and started running fast, trying to clear two steps at a time...
But he missed a step and tripped, falling down the steps and landing face down at the bottom. He barely noticed the pain and tried to scramble back up, but the person was on top of him. He felt something being slipped tightly around his neck... he grabbed at it to get it off, but couldn't. He gasped for air and clawed at it.. He couldn't breathe...
After what seemed like an eternity, he slipped out of consciousness...
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Curtis has died!
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I see you. I've seen you all day. I see you struggling. And I know you don't want my help, but let me help you. Whatever it is, I can help you. So let me.
- Alex Karev
Role: Cult Recruiter
Alignment: Third Party
Character: Izzie Stevens
You are Izzie Stevens, former Seattle Grace Surgeon. You are also a former lingerie model, which is how you financed medical school. Although you are a great surgeon, you are also a little wacky. Sometimes you cut LVAD wires for the people you love. You used to see, hear and even feel dead people. Everyone passed it off as "Izzie being Izzie" until it was discovered you had a brain tumor. When you inherited millions of dollars, you gave it all away to build a free clinic at the hospital. (You are a bit unbalanced. ;) ) You thought you could get away with anything but when you were fired from Seattle Grace you blamed your husband, Alex. Then you left him as well as all your friends. Now you are back, and you realize you still love him. Your new mission in life is to win everyone back and take over Seattle Grace in the process. After all, you put a lot of hard work and money into that hospital! With Alex by your side, you are confident this can become a reality.
You share a private forum with Alex and can talk to him about your mission. Each night you can choose to recruit one player to your team. You are so charming and beautiful, they will be brainwashed into joining you. If you choose a non-town aligned player you will die, so choose carefully! If you are successful in recruiting someone, you will be a bit tired (remnants of the chemo treatment) and will need to rest for one night before recruiting again. You are immune from night kills. You win when all threats against your cult are eliminated, or this is inevitable.
Hidden from the player: If the Trauma Counselor chooses someone to "counsel" on the same night you try to recruit them, the person being "counseled" will be safe from your "charms" and will not join your cult.
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He was ready to leave for the night but had been called back to answer a page. He was a little irritated but duty called! He walked to the 5th floor nurses station but no one was there. He picked up the phone and started to call and find out who had paged him when he heard someone walking up behind him.
Before he could turn around, he was hit over the head. He started to feel faint and felt blood trickle down his face... his vision was clouded and blurry. He turned and tried to shield himself but was hit again. He couldn't see who was attacking him.
His instincts took over and he tried to run away, stumbling down the hallway. He could hear his attacker behind him. Adrenaline kicked in and he moved faster, but it was hard to see where he was going. He could only make out blurry shapes and outlines. Suddenly, he crashed right into two people who had just come around a corner. Alarmed, they asked him what happened.
"Some-someone is after me." He pointed back down the hallway in the direction he had come from.
They looked but no one was there.
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Things are not always what they appear to be. They are often an indicator of something bigger going on deep underneath. Symptoms, red flags, warning signs. Things we should pay attention to, things we shouldn’t ever ignore, things that are bad, things that could really hurt us, things that it might just be too late to fix.
