A boy rides his red bike down a country road. It is a gentle decline, perfect for gaining speed at a comfortable rate. Shouts of joy are heard as this boy races along. Then, silence.
"AhWhat the hell is this then?"
The young boy scoops something off the ground...a dead cat. Looking quickly around, he sees a house right next to him, so he dashes inside.
"Hello? This cat, I think itsdead!"
"What theDavey! What did you do! You ran him over! Oh this is just
brilliant!"
"I did not Donney! It was there, in the middle of theroad!"
"You did so, you lying! Look, I can see the track marks on the body! See? Theres a line of black on the whit..." Donney goes silent, staring at the cat.
"It was like that when I found him Donney. Donney? What youlooking at then?"
"This cat...its Wee Thomas."
"Itsdead, thats what it is."
"No you don't understand Davey. Its Wee Thomas. This sorry excuse for a cat has been my sons only friend for the last 15 years."
"Just get him a new one!"
"No you don'tunderstand. Its my son. Its...Padraic."
Davey's jaw drops.
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"And what you said, thats just putting it lightly Davey. You better call him. Tell him that his cat is poorly, that way we can break the news to him gently, and we might live."
"Call him?off, I'm not doing that!"
"You'll do it or I'll do it and say you killed Wee Thomas."
Davey whimpers.
"ok, I'll call him."
To be continued...
Waiting on PMs back and then the Night 0 will begin.
(thats just so I can have rounds starting/ending at a decent time for me. Nothing will happen Night 0, so the game will start with a day phase.)
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