I was kinda hoping for Simmura to post again before I'd end the day, but ah well.
Day 3 Has Ended!
Simmura McCrea has been Lynched!
He was Town.
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The day draws yet again to a close, and the lynch is chosen. You surround him, marching to the beat of a morbid drum as you hammer your makeshift spears into the ground.
The group thinks for itself, they say. Once you are part of one, the collective takes over, and you are lost within it. Now, as you form the mob, there is no emotion but rage, there is no cause but murder, no morals but those of the twisted hivemind; relentless, hedonistic, instictual. The hive serves only itself and its cruel whims. Slowly, you lift your spears, and the drumming ceases.
Simmura McCrea, tonight's chosen prey, backs onto a wall crouching like a cornered deer in the hunt, wide-eyed and shaking. His eyes flit from impassive face to face, and scrambles for something to hold in the merciless, smooth rock.
The mob stands at attention as
Heliman, head high and stepping lightly, moves through the crowd and stops just in front of Simmura.
"So,
amico mio. Any last words before we send you off?"
"You
dogs! You know I'm the wrong person! Just look at
CrownofFire! Why do you think he's been silent this whole time, eh? How are you going to explain that?"
"He is someone we can trust. He is a part of this family."
Heliman raises his spear and shoves it firmly into Simmura's foot, who gives a yelp and a gasp, and falls onto Heli's shoulder for support. Leaning in, he whispers his final words into the victim's ear:
"You, however, are not."
He nods at the others as he leaves. Their spears are thrust at once with a thud, and are twisted out. Simmura stumbles onto the ground, now limp and pale, staining the ground red.
Searching the body turns up nothing, however. No badges or headsets like the previous, and an examination of the camp shows the same results. As the unfortunate implication of this dawns upon the few left to see the still, inky-black night, quiet lamentations are held. The chances of survival were lessening with each day, and the visions they were experiencing with increasing intensity were distressing. The Cosca felt close by, and yet so far away. And they longed.
Simmura McCrea has been lynched. He was
Town.
Night 3 has begun!
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The Night will end Tuesday, 8PM GMT.