Padraic left his house with the intention of going to the pub. After walking for two or three minutes along the lane, he was tempted, by the pleasantness of the evening, to go into the park. The weather was not often fine enough to allow for a walk in the park, and Padriac was pleased with the opportunity. The grounds of the park were tolerably extensive; and, like every other park of some degree of importance, it had its open shrubbery, and closer wood walk; a road of smooth gravel, winding round a plantation, led to the front; the lawn was dotted over with timber; the path itself was under the guardianship of the fir, the mountain-ash, and the acacia, and a thick screen of them altogether, interspersed with tall poplars, shut out the noise of the street.

As he walked, he passed and was pleasantly greeted by the village postman, and pitied him for the neglect of abilities which education might have rendered so respectable; for he saw, with tenderness of feeling, the thorough want of delicacy, of rectitude, and integrity of mind, which his attentions, his assiduities, his flatteries in passing betrayed; and he realized he could have no lasting satisfaction in the company of a person who joined insincerity with ignorance; and whose want of instruction prevented their meeting in conversation on terms of equality.

With such thoughts occupying his mind, AVSM was oblivious to Oswald walking behind him.

Having heard the shot, the postman came on the run, only to find AVSM in his death throes, gasping desperately as black blood from the gash in his midsection spilled out onto the path. Within minutes he was dead.




He liked to drink alcohol everyday. Jolt was at bar called Mcdoogals, getting drunk. There was another man who came in to the bar... This man had a perculiar walk, as if he had been shot in the leg once. The man sat at the bar and said hello. Jolt looked at him and said hello... and the man who came in said what are you having. Jolt said Whiskey, of course... My name is Brendan, what's yours? Jolt said they call me Jimmy McJolty I am a loyal Irishman and you? Brendan said I am loyal to my convictions. I fight for the rights of all good Irishmen, and you just sit back and let the english take from us. And he took a bottle and shattered it. then he shoved the sharp glass in to Jolts neck. The men fought like all irish do, but Jolt lost too much blood and died in bar. Then Brendan stood over Jolt who was dying and said Its not personal its just buisness. I think youre a good man but this town would never lynch you. Brendan left his card, and on it said Three Blind Mice.

As the town gathered to once again vote a person to be killed, they all commented on the latest gossip:
I decided to continue to the blackfort on the way I passed a couple of lads heading to Pearse Stadium in Galway they said they were going for a hurling match but the they had no hurls or sliothars. Tá an lá go deas they return blank stares the widow Nan Morris is watching from here door she laughs at the strangers Sasanach she roars and spits on the ground.

What it meant, was not known.


Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt

Lynched:
Beefy187

It is now Day 2. Voting closes in just under 24 hours.