Two men were sitting on the stone wall parting beach from road. They took swigs from their beers and discussed the telly.

"Flashbeer" said one.
"No way mate, you're dead set wrong. Its gotta be the Big Ad."
"Well, for Carlton, thats the main two."
"Don't forget the canooes!"
"Theres more just Carlton mate, what about the drop bears?"
"Actually Bundy have made the best commercial if you think about it. This one."
"Yeah, you're right. Time to make a new friend?"
"Yup, I'm liking the look of that bloke over there."

They, as they had every night so far, made a new friend.


Methos knew that they were watching him. The security cameras in his office building weren't for keeping the building secure, they were for following his every move. At this moment, the government men would be in his home: collecting skin samples, hair fibers, and lifting his fingerprints off the pennies in his penny jar. It was only a matter of time before they would take him away and perform experiments on him. Then they would shoot him in the temple and leave him in the mountains to be eaten by wolves. Soon after that, he would be replaced by a clone, an obedient one to serve their wishes. Well he wasn't going to let that happen, so when he got a red envelope in the mail without a return address, he knew it must have been filled with knockout gas. He ran to the nearest window and threw himself out. He landed on the street below and died instantly. Two architects were standing nearby when it happened, and they were shocked to see Methos lying dead on the ground. One of them turned to the other and asked if he remembered to invite Methos to the upcoming charity ball, but the second one nodded and said that he had just mailed the invitation this morning in a red envelope.

Two men were at a bar.
"Oi bru, what are the haps my friend?"
"Not much, how abouts we make a new friend?"
"I like that idea."

They spied a person and by the end of the night, the three were best friends.

A man entered the morgue. He passed over many bodies, locating the one he was looking for. Taking out a syringe, he plunged it into the body and left. Before Askthepizzaguy returned to the land of the living, the person had gone.

Renata closed her door, sighing. The sound of the door knocking caused her to go back and open it. A man was standing there. He grinned and blew hard on his bagpipes, temporarily incapacitating Renata. He smiled even harder and yelled "Get her!"
When nothing happened, he looked around and cursed the name of everyone he could think of. He left muttering about someone not showing up again.

Alive: 30/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 7/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos

Wrath of God: 1/39
Lord Winter

It is now Day 5. Night will end in 23 hours, 7 minutes. (Midnight Friday 23nd April 2010 GMT +10)