The day seemed like the longest yet. All three sat comtemplating their fates, their actions, themselves. Lord Winter and 'khaan spoke, and towards the end of the long day, so did El Diablo.

It finally came to a close. Inishmore was either safe, or gone. 'khaan had been chosen. The final choice.

'khaan sighed. He knew he was going to die. He took off his boxing gloves, which he wore at silly times, for laughs, and placed his neck through the noose. The box from under his feet was taken out and the drop cut off his air supply, leaving him kicking in the air and dieing slowly.

*****

Later that night, Lord Winter and El Diablo sat drinking. A friendly black and white cat came walking in, rubbing himself against their legs. Without a word, El Diablo pulled out his handgun and shot the cat.

" cats, I hate 'em."

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You hate cats?"

" yeah. Most annoying creatures on the planet."

"You are no true Irishman then!"

"Maybe I'm not. See, me names Artair. I've gotten through this long and I'm quite sick of this place. So, if you don't mind, I'll be out of here."

El Diablo shot Lord Winter three times and left Inishmore, never to return.


Scottish Victory.

Alive:
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
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter


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