CountArach walked in to Mcdoogals and ordered a pint of ale. Brendan was there and he turned to Countarach and said good day. Countarach turned to him and said arent you the guy that has been killing people in this bar? Brendan said yes I am but I have a reason. I fight for Ireland do you? Countarach said yes but not like a terrorist. He grabbed a wiskey bottle and hit Brendan in the face with it. This knocked out Brendans tooth. But Brendan took out a gun and shot him dead right there at Mcdoogals. Then he stood over Countarach and said this is a shame I need fighters like you to join the cause. Brendan left a card and it said Two Blind Mice.

Alexander the Pretty Good left the pub drunk to the gills and headed for home, quickly leaving the hustle and bustle of main street behind him. He gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found himself at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by his house, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road, with some abruptness, wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;—and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned.

He descended the hill, crossed the bridge, went through the front door, and entered the dining-parlour. It was a large, well-proportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Alexander, after slightly surveying it, went to a window to enjoy its prospect. The hill, crowned with wood, from which he had descended, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good; and he looked on the whole scene—the river, the trees scattered on its banks, and the winding of the valley, as far as he could trace it—with the pride of ownership.

Across the valley, a considerably more sober Oswald took in the same view Alexander had enjoyed earlier. He so admired the stonework of the house that he took a closer look through the scope of his rifle, and in doing so just happened to catch sight of the man standing at the window, smugly surveying his property. With a gentle squeeze of the trigger, all that was left of Alexander's head was a Pretty Good mess on the floor.

Polemists and gaelic cowboy have been wog'd. Pyschonaut has suicided. No more please.

Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees

It is now Day 4.