Sunset Day Three

The committee session was eventful this day, with loads of accusations being thrown and evidence being unearthed. Even the normally aloof Director joined the fray, upset that his good friend pevergreen was killed.

However as the day drew to an end, the Director slipped out and the Director's squad brought the discussion to a close with a few good whacks of the gavel.

It took some time to get a count of the votes. Though the suave Director's re-election had been a virtual landslideas, the writing on the lynch ballots bore witness to the many changes in opinion during the day. Finally, the Director's men finished and called out not one but two names: CountArach and GeneralHankerchief. There was a tie!

Both men were handed business cards and ordered to proceed to the mysterious Club 30 immediately, while the Director's men began setting up the closed circuit feed.

GeneralHankerchief arrived promptly and saw the Director waiting outside the door of Club 30, wearing the same cream white suit he had been seen in during last evening's execution. The Director raised his hat to reveal a smirking and winking face. For a moment GeneralHankerchief was faced with many questions considering his sexuality, but he got over himself and dropped on the ground, begging: "I strongly suggest you not lynch me. In the return, you will see the total collapse of Askthepizzaguy's empire and maybe a mafia family or two farther along the line."

He continued, "If this doesn't sway you, as I suspect it won't, I at least request you have me die like a proper gentleman."

The Director tipped his hat back down and said nothing, GeneralHankerchief got the impression that he was waiting for the second condemned man, CountArach, who had not yet shown.

Thirty minutes passed and the Director began pacing around and looking at his watch, shooing off pretty women with a stern "later." Though his face remained hidden due to his tipped hat, his body language betrayed impatience.

Finally, CountArach approached the Director and a silently weeping GeneralHanckerchief with a sloppy gait.

"You're late," remarked the Director annoyedly. "Do you realize how many offers of barney-mugging I had to turn down?"

CountArach shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I got distracted by one of them street puppet shows. It was about some stranger who was worried about the Mafia so he hired a hit group to kill him and a posse to protect him."

"Let's go to the bathroom," said the Director, "I don't want to bother the ladies."

Both condemned men walked into the bathroom and the Director followed, locking the door behind him. The Director then reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small candy wrapped in a gold foil.

GeneralHankerchief's eyes opened wide. "OH MY GOD!"

CountArach blurted out, spitting everywhere, "IS THAT A BUTTERSCOTCH?"

The Director, somewhat taken aback by the enthusiasm, replied "um, yes..." as he began to unwrap the treat. But it was not fast enough for the salivating CountArach who lunged at the Director's hand and made a grab for the candy. The Director, not wanting to be touched by the drooling maniac, jerked his hand away, causing the butterscotch to fly out of the wrapper and plop into the toilet. Wasting no time, CountArach dived head first into the toilet, frantically trying to get the butterscotch into his mouth. The Director looked on with amazement and disgust.

Evaluating the situation, he soon decided against simply waiting for the poison in the laced butterscotch to kill CountArach and took a more direct measure. The Director slammed the toilet seat on CountArach's neck and held it there with one hand, while the other hand started to repeatedly flush the toilet. This failed to deter CountArach from being able to scoop the candy with his tongue into his mouth. It was the best ****** butterscotch ever, well worth dying for.

A few minutes later, CountArach met his swirly demise though it was unclear whether he died of strangulation or drowning.

The Director was so fixated on CountArach that when he got up from the toilet, he turned to a see GeneralHankerchief, laying dead on the floor. Examining him more carefully, the Director saw the gold wrapper of the butterscotch lodged in GeneralHankerchief's throat. Perhaps he had choked, though the Director wondered whether the trace amounts of poison on the foil could have killed so fast.
The Director leaned down and looked at the dead GeneralHankerchief. Feeling a sense of pity, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out another butterscotch. "You know I had one for you too..."

Getting up, the Director fixed his tie and left the bathroom. Before he left Club 30 he went to the bar and had a couple of drinks...


OOC (and Seamus himself this time)

Computer problems continuing, so lets have this next night phase run to 2200 Eastern on 8/14 (0200 GMT 8/15). Be sure to have things labeled "n3 orders" so I don't get lost.

Tally as noted.
Two lynchees, GH & CA.

Final Tally

1st place

CountArach: 21 (askthepizzaguy, Beskar, Craterus, Diana Abnoba, DisgruntledGoat, DJGingivtis, Double A, El Diablo, GeneralHankerchief, gibsonsg91921, johnhughthom, Jolt, Jooray, Lord Winter, Proletariat, Psychonaut, Sasaki Kojiro, shlin28, Sigurd, slashandburn, White_eyes:D)

1st place

GeneralHankerchief: 21 (A completely..., Andres, atheotes, Beefy187, Chaotix, CountArach, Discovery1, GSC, Ironside, Iskander3.1, Kagemusha, Kommodus, Kukrikhan, Myrddraal, ricera10, scottishranger, Split', Tincow, Tratorix, woad&fangs, YLC)

3rd place

woad&fangs: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
Saskai Kojiro: 1 (shinseikhaan)
askthepizzaguy: 1 (Joe Monks)
shlin28: 1 (Crazed Rabbit)

Others

abstain: 3 (AVSM, glyphz, Moros)