Day 2 Has Ended!
breadbocks has been Lynched!
He was a Secret Agent (Mafia)!.
Votecount:Heliman - 0 -
webadict - 0 -
Orangebottle - 0 -
Breadbocks - 5 - Jim Groovester, Orangebottle, CrownofFire, webadict, HelimanCrownofFire - 0 -
The King of Eggs - 0 -
Jim Groovester - 2 - breadbocks, The King of Eggs
Not Voting - 0 -
No Lynch - 0 -
Extend - 0 -
Shorten - 0 -
It was enough. He had gone too far.
Breadbocks backed into the flames in the much-too-familiar pose as they bore down upon him. But no, he wasn't going to die an easy death in the flames; far from that. They had to be safe this time, and make sure nothing got destroyed.
He made no resistance as they carried him to the sharp rocks near the beach. He saw no way of escaping this, and he decided that he might as well die with dignity. He was fighting increasing fear and anxiousness, and half wanted to just run away - to where, then? - but none of this internal struggle was visible from the outside; to them, he was a stiff, if slightly cooperative man with a poker face that could have won millions.
But they made sure he wouldn't be winning anything for a good, long while.
Webadict carried him to an outcrop above a suitably sharp stalagmite as the others stood around its base. Here. This was the perfect spot.
They stood side by side for a while, looking at the moon, bright as day out here, in what was an untouched paradise. Now, a prison.
"Any last words?"
"You know I won't."
"Fair enough."
And with a nod to both him and the crew down below, he pushed him lightly off the cliff and watched him fall, arms spread like an eagle.
It was a sight to behold. The stalagmite impaled his stomach with a sickening squelch, and all attept at steadfastness faded from him. He gasped and shivered as he sunk bit by bit on the cruel spike, streaked with red and brown. He coughed blood as he, with what little strength he had left, tried to push himself off the spike. This only ended in it penetrating into his chest, and as the still-black tip began to poke out between his shoulderblades, he weakly uttered something - a name, perhaps - and was gone.
Heliman began rifling through his pockets first, and eventually everyone gthered around the bloodied corpse looking for, well, anything.
But no. It seems he was just another amnesiac. All they find in his pockets are some familial photos, half a pen and some (useless) change. Frustrated and deprived of yet another member of the band, they began walking home.
Something silver glinted hear the rocks.
Orangebottle, the first to notice, jogged back and dug in the sand.
For lo and behold, there it was. A metal and black plastic earpiece that snugly fit around the neck and head, and would be virtually invisible once worn. Along with it, a golden badge in black leather. Everyone was, of course, shocked; they got one this time. He put on the earpiece. There was static, some sounds, and voices.
All the real work and analysis would be done tomorrow. For now they would rest, weary from a long and difficult day.
breadbocks has been lynched. He was a
Secret Agent (AKA Mafia).
Night 2 has begun!
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The Night will end Monday, 8PM GMT.