Re: The Revenge of Inishmore!
Sasaki Kojiro was sitting at home, checking out what was on TV. As it turns out, not a whole lot. Sure, tonight seemed to be some big Dr. Who thing, but he hated that show, so he eventually settled on some good old fashioned rugby. Brushing the old cat hair off his shoulders, he had just gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang. Grumbling, Sasaki got up to answer it. He swung the door open and to his amazement, there stood a big blue fox. She was on her hind legs and was posing seductively. She slowly walked past him and made her way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and giving Sasaki the best "come hither" look he had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of them on his TV. He followed this foxy lady, or was she a lady fox?, up the stairs into his bathroom, where she turned on the taps in his bathtub. Complying with her wishes, Sasaki lowered himself into the tub, after discarding his clothes, and sighed at how good the water felt. His mind went blank as the foxy lady gave him the best massage he had ever had. He was so relaxed, he didn't hear two men grunt and stagger their way up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The lady's hands went down past his shoulders, his biceps and elbows and to his wrists. Sasaki was shivering, anticipating the feeling of her fingers on his, but instead he was treated to the cold feeling of steel around his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw that he had been handcuffed to the taps. Silently, Sasaki cursed having such elaborate taps, and so far apart. He could move upward from a sitting position, but he couldnt get out of the water. Finally taking notice of the two men in the room, his face did not turn to horror, but puzzlement. The two men had brought in a high powered portable air conditioning unit. Laughing to themselves, they turned it on full blast and pointed it at Sasaki. He died of hypothermia before the sun rose.
Scienter was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sea salt and spray, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of hard word beneath her feet. Up ahead, she spotted some street performers, knife jugglers. Having grown paranoid, she put away her little notebook and turned to run away. What she in fact did, however, is fall on a bannana peel. It was a comical sight to others, but Scienter managed to do a double front flip and smack her head so hard on the wood that she died immediately. The two street performers walked over to her. Nudging the body with his foot, the taller one said "Why'd you have to bring the monkey again?" The monkey didn't seem to take that too nicely, he scampered down off the shoulder of the shorter one, onto the body of Scienter and starting jumping up and down, screaming. What shamed even the knife jugglers is when the monkey decided to add banging his cymbols together to the odd dance.
Two men were standing on the beach, not far from where Scienter would die a bit later that night. Enjoying the last glimpses of the sun and laughing about saving daylight, they drunk from their beer cans whenever there was a pause in the conversation. There wasnt a lot of conversation. After an hour or so, one pulled out a portable barbeque and set it up, starting to fry up a delicious dinner. A pedestrian smelled the food and walked over and said hello. He would stay there for quite a while, hearing amazing stories and being careful to stay away from trees on his way home, he was afraid of things dropping from them now.
The scene was the hottest nightclub in town. Hot may not have been the best word to describe it, it featured a few middle aged people sitting down and having a nice chinwag. In a corner, GeneralHankerchief sat alone, drinking his favourite beverage and mentally calculating the odds of his favourite sports team winning next weekend. He was, quite understandably, annoyed when a man tipped over his table and shouted at him. "You're here to what?" GH asked. "I said we're here to kill ya, you dirty mongrel."
"We?" inquired GH.
The man looked around but could not see who he was looking for. "Oh...sorry to bother you sir, have a nice night."
He left without further comment.
In the centre of the nightclub a man stood talking to a man with a few cuts on his hand. They talked long into the night and by the end of it, were best friends.
Alive: 31/39
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Lynched: 1/39
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Killed: 6/39
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Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Missing: 1/39
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The townspeople gathered at what was now the usual spot and were greeted by an unsual sight.
"Excuse me, my name is pevergreen, and I carry a bit of bad news!"
"It seems that we managed to accidentally kill our own beloved Queen yesterday. Yes, I'm sorry to say, Queen Chaotix the second is no more. I decree today to be a day of national mourning. You are all to return home, and I shall see you upon the morrow."
There were few tears, but everyone returned home.
It is now Night 3. Night will end in 23 hours, 34 minutes. (Midnight, Tuesday 20th April GMT +10)
(Yes the day phase is skipped)
Originally Posted by TosaInu
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