The Fight for Inishmore! (summary thread)

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Donney spent the night at home--knowing better than to drink at a time like this--desperately trying to console himself after the death of Mairead the previous night. She had saved his life, but he had been incapable of saving hers. Could a linguist, could a grammarian, could even a mathematician have seen what he had, have witnessed the events of the past week, and have known the end result of it, without feeling that circumstances had been at work to foil his every effort? -- How much more must an imaginist, like himself, be on fire with speculation and foresight! -- especially with such a groundwork of investigation as his mind had already made. Not being able to stand his own house, he left to visit her grave.

It was no use blaming himself for his failure to catch the villains, he decided. Instead, he must comfort himself with the knowledge that no man or woman lives forever. Even kings are eaten by worms, and the dust from the decayed corpse of Alexander the Great might be used today to stop a hole in a beer barrel.

As he arrived at the cemetery gate, he paused to allow a carriage containing a fellow mourner out through the gate and onto the road that led to the cliff where Joey had perished the night before, and then continued towards the grave of Mairead. At first he walked at his usual pace, but as he caught sight of her resting place he walked faster and faster. By the time he arrived at the grave he was running at such a speed that he was nearly unable to avoid falling into the large, deep, and above all empty hole where her coffin should have been.

It was then that he remembered the carriage he had passed on his way in. Taking a short cut, he ran as fast as he could towards the clifftop, thankful now more than ever that he had kept in good shape, even in his later years. As he came over the rise, he saw the carriage with the coffin in the backseat, but no horse or driver. Sensing a trap, he at first walked cautiously towards the carriage, but when he saw that it was slowly rolling towards the edge of the cliff, he sprinted to it. The carriage was too heavy for him to stop, and when he climbed up into the back he found that the coffin was latched shut and bolted to the floorboards. His efforts were clearly anticipated, but was so overwhelmed by thoughts of the coffin shattering to pieces on the rocky shore that he ignored the warning signs and stayed on the moving carriage, yanking desperately on the lock, throwing his whole weight behind each tug. His crazed efforts took effect, but when he ripped the lock off and opened the lid of the coffin, he discovered two things.

First, that the coffin was empty.

Second, that the front of the carriage was tilting downwards at a rapidly increasing angle.

Oswald rode his horse out from the woods and gazed down at the bits of carriage, coffin, and Seamus strewn all over the rocks below. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and turned his horse towards the village.

Brendan walked in to Mcdoogals and saw seireikhaan sitting at the bar. He walked up to him and said would you like to buy me a pint? And seireikhaan turned and said no buy your own drink you don't know who I am. Brendan said no but I know this much. I hate anyone who doesnt fight for ireland. He smashed seireikhaan over the head with his beer. are you the blind mice said seireikhaan? Brendan prepared to slit his throat, raising the shard of beer bottle in his hand. Seireikhaan just backhanded him across the face saying "Don't you know who I am?" Brendan was surprised, no one had fought back in this way before. Normally it got physical, not this backhanding stuff! Seireikhaan just kept advancing on Brendan saying "Don't you know who I am?", with each step, backhanding Brendan once more. With a might swing, he knocked Brendan on to the ground. "I'm Heilyn !" and with that, he left the bar. Brendan stayed on the ground, visibly shocked. With a slightly sad face, he just looked around awkwardly and left a card that said Two Blind Mice. As he left he killed Sigurd and said "for Joey".

Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir

It is now Day 8.

Remember, today. in adition to the normal vote for a lynch, Diana is a different vote. You vote to either keep her alive or kill her. She may not be voted for the normal lynch. The majority decision will deliver her fate. Please indicate your choice by

Life: Diana
or
Death: Diana