notquitethere mutters something unpleasant about webadict as they retire upstairs to sleep, exhausted from the cookie-related mischief. 4maskwolf nods in agreement while ToonyMan stands, tears in their eyes, and shouts “it was webadict!”
They each take an arm and carry webadict to the front door, opening it. A rush of cold air sweeps through the house. webadict, roused from their stupor, makes an almighty struggle, breaking free from ToonyMan and pulling 4maskwolf to the ground.
They struggle ineffectually with each other for what seems an eternity, until webadict kicks 4maskwolf away. A lone cookie spills from 4maskwolf’s jacket, rolling on its edge down the garden path, before clearing the kerb, majestically tumbling through the air in all its sugary glory.
It lands with a wobble in the road, spinning like a coin as though it were showing off for a friend. The spin slows, ending with the cookie facing the house, each of you staring, mouth’s agape, as it falls onto its back. 4maskwolf scrabbles from the ground and shouts “I was saving that one for later!” as a look of shock passes their face, clamping their hands over their mouth, but is too late, the words are uttered, and everyone knows their betrayal.
A passing van crushes the last cookie to dust.
webadict and 4maskwolf leave the house, each heading in a separate direction in a cold, cruel, cookieless world. They both glance longingly upon the remains of the smashed cookie.
notquitethere hammers on their window, screaming something that sounds like “4maskwolf no mustard!” because this is PG.
Luckyowl and ToonyMan shake their head sadly, closing the door and returning inside. An accomplice remains.
Day 1 has ended!
webadict has been lynched!
webadict was town!
4maskwolf has been vengekilled!
4maskwolf was the mafia flagbearer!
Day 2 begins!
Voting
ToonyMan (0) -
Luckyowl (0) -
notquitethere (0) -o
Not voting - ToonyMan, Luckyowl, notquitethere
2 votes to hammer.
Day 2 ends on Wednesday January 13th at 2pm Central