Tick. Tock.
Everyone needs sleep.
Tock. Tick.
The day can only stretch so long.
Tick. Tock.
The night is dark and deep.
Tock. Tick.
A loud sound. The day's end. A gong.
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VOTECOUNT:
*[1] hector13: TricMagic
*[0] Starver:
-[1] TricMagic: IcyTea31
*[0] IcyTea31:
*[0] randomgenericusername:
*[1] juicebox: Starver
*[2] mightymushroom: hector13, randomgenericusername
Not voting: juicebox, mightymushroom
Nobody had much of a consensus, but in the end hector13 and randomgenericusername took matters into their own hands.
The mighty fungus man had to die. For he was evil! Of darkness!
They rushed him from behind. He was a traitor! A plotter! Mightymushroom noticed randomgenericusername, and grappled with him. But he didn't expect hector. Hector knocked him off his feet and wrestled him into the spikes. And lo, he was impaled.
Mightymushroom lay dying. And lo, he began to laugh, in agony. He began to laugh, in pain. He giggled. "Bye-bye protons!" He laughed one more laugh, then fell still.
Then his hands jerked, throwing open his jacket. What was that, some kind of suicide vest?
Hector tried to get back but he was too slow as the vest exploded, covering him in sticky sweet cold... something.
Ice cream, apparently. Whatever it was, it certainly ruined hector's secret weapon.
"Well, that's the last of them!" The old man. The Fallacy himself. "Well done! You make excellent hounds." Fallacy laughed. Crazy old man. But his crazy wasn't worth leaving him to die.
"I knew coming here was a good idea!" The smoke. The pink smoke. Wait. Pink smoke isn't normal.
Fallacy laughed, and laughed, and laughed, as the and laughed, and laughed, as the smoke and laughed, and laughed...
And he laughed, and he laughed, and he laughed as the smoke came and laughed, and he laughed a great big laugh as the smoke came and covered and laughed and then
And then the smoke covered everything. The mushroom man's body. Hector and the random one. The seller of juices and the withered man. And he laughed. And he laughed.
At the magician. At the drinker of iced teas. And he laughed.
"The smoke... it's in the smoke..." The mushroom man was dying, sure, but people don't die just from having spikes impaling them. And he spoke. "It's in the smoke... it's in the smoke..."
And the old man laughed. "Now we can all be cats together! Sure you're good hounds but everyone knows that cats are the bestest!" And he laughed.
The traitors were dead. The mushroom man kept muttering till his last. The gadgeteer never got a chance to speak, thrown into the fire. Spin, seemingly invincible, cut down by a catgirl. No. There were no such things as catgirls. It was a trick.
And he laughed. And he laughed. Laughed into the smoke. Laughed till the next morning, when the smoke cleared.
It was in the smoke. But that thought faded. The man was evil. But that thought faded. In the end? When he offered you his cat costumes a second time, you thought them real, and you accepted, because cats were the bestest, and you wore them, and, well, it was in the smoke.
And he laughed, and he laughed his way into a cult of brainwashed cat fanatics.
Maybe the darkness wasn't so bad after all. The ones in darkness only wanted to help. But the old man tricked you. And he laughed.
Sure, you've won. The townspeople. But the ones in darkness now lie dead. And they only wanted to help.
Why didn't you just let them kill the old man?
Oh well. You're sure you can get used to your new ears and tails and fur. The smoke comes every morning and makes it harder and harder to think. And all the while, the old man laughs.
The game is over. The town has won, and for their prize, they win a catastrophe.
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