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[Jim Groovester]

Those seven people were voting LNCP for something similar to what we're doing.

[IronyOwl]

That reminds me.

Witches.

The way LNCP responded to Vector's italicized flavor attempt made me curious.

[Max White]

I would ask you to vote for  Inquisitor #3, Irony, with my word that I will not go and tie the votes, but somehow I don't think you would go along.

Still, if you really want to test your idea here, I promise I will not last second vote to save my ass, and I would strongly discourage anybody else from doing the same.

[IronyOwl]

Actually, shit. If this does work this would be a tie anyway.

Unvote, Inquisitor #3.

[Reverie]

This must be the biggest turn of events ever to happen on the close of a Mafia day, ever.

[Max White]

Anybody unvote me, or vote somebody else, and your getting a dishonourable lynch tomorrow, that you can be sure of.

[Reverie]

Shouldn't night have fallen already? I think the sky might be broken.

[Max White]

Shhhhh.
He is writing flavour text. If you listen very carefully, you can hear tapping on the keyboard.

[Reverie]

*puts ear up against fourth wall*
I think you are right. Back to the gallows with you, by the way.

[Max White]

I thought we were doing the burning thing this week. If I'm going to die, it should be something awesome like fire, not just boring gallows. Let me scream in torment as you watch. MUHAHAHAHAHA!

[Reverie]

Pyrotechnics for the guitar-savvy lizard? Very well.

[Max White]

This could be a good sign. If he had to rewrite the flavour for the lynch at the last moment, it could mean the NPC lynch went through.

[Reverie]

There has been one discrepancy I can't shake, and it is that the inquisitors themselves are responsible for handling the lynching. We only submit the person to be lynched. Would they burn one of their own on popular demand?

[Max White]

*Shrug*
I don't think so, I thought it was more likely that each armoured inquisitor represented a real player with a power role, and in that case I don't think LNCP will let us get away with this. Worth a shot though!

[lordnincompoop]

Day 1 Has Ended!

Votecount

Think0028	- 0 -
Vector	- 0 -
Toaster	- 0 -
Dariush	- 0 -
Pandarsenic	- 0 -
NUKE9.13	- 0 -
Urist_McArathos	- 0 -
IronyOwl	- 0 -
Flandre	- 0 -
Simple	- 1 -	Urist_McArathos,
Ottofar	- 0 -
Jim Groovester	- 0 -
Max White	- 2 -	Think0028, Dariush,
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Not Voting	- 10 -	NUKE9.13, Toaster, Ottofar, Simple, Vector, Pandarsenic, Flandre, Jim Groovester, Max White, IronyOwl,
No Lynch	- 0 -
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Extend	- 1 -	Flandre
Shorten	- 0 -

The Inquisitors watch the setting sun whilst the penned villagers argue in the square about what to do. The air begins to grow colder now, as the last red rays of sunlight fade from the skies - and the beginning of the witching time of the night.

"Alas! The day is drawing to its close. Who among you have you chosen?"

The crowd grows quiet, whispering among themselves in hushed voices. Eventually, Vector, a woman near the front of the crowd, speaks up.

"We won't stand for this! We're not going to lynch anyone today - besides, you can't even prove these witches exist!"

"Well, what do you think have been wiping out all those villages in the countryside? Rabid unicorns? Did the Plague fly over to visit from London, hmm?"

Silence.

"Additionally, you cannot fight seven heavily armed riders with sticks and shovels. The very notion is absurd."

More silence. A few rocks are launched in the air from somewhere and hit the chestplate of the rider beside him - though it is lightly dented, he remains impassive, and the leader takes no notice.

"No. We must lynch somebody today. Your lives depend on it." He pauses.

"Who will it be, then?"

"Max!" Someone cries out from the rabble, lingering in the afterglow of the fight just a few moments ago. This seemed as good a sacrifice as any; he wasn't very well-liked in the village, and there were rumours of magic in his house already. Now, people were willing to risk it.

"So be it, then. Bring him to the gallows." Two of the riders dismount and enter the fray, bringing out a man - of portly figure and wildly flailing - up onto the wooden deck.

"Any last words to the village, witch?"

"Curse you all! It isn't me, and you know it! You're making a mistake!"

Max White is hung. Once dead, they lift him out of the noose and set him on the ground - then behead him. The lead Inquisitor bends down beside him, as if waiting for something.

Nothing happens. Frowning, he rises once more and addresses the crowd, "This man has died a noble death, and has been absolved of his sins. Do not mourn his passing."

"Now, let us rest for the night. We have much to do."


Max White has been lynched.

He was a miller.


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