Night 11 - Conclusion
The moon was purple. A rare phenomenon, associated by some with the end of times.
"Wake up!"
One of the nearby graves started to tremble.
"Wake up, slave!"
Hands crawled through the dirt.
"Come! Wake up, slave!"
Finally, the body appeared, holding its' head in its' hands.
"Good. Put on your head and come over here."
The corpse obeyed and walked over to the master.
"Good, slave. Now listen... Tonight, you will go on a..."
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Steak. He was dying for a decent steak. Screw security measures. He wanted steak! He had come all the way from Japan to this place and after 11 days, he now wanted his steak. NOW!
And so, Beefy187 was found, walking the streets of Sacromonte, looking for a decent restaurant where he could eat steak! Real steak! He heard the sauce made of cabrales cheese was delicious. He wanted steak! Saignant! With cabrales cheese. Not kangaroo steak, he had more than enough of that in Australia; no, a real steak! Beef! He wasn't called Beefy for nothing!
As he was walking down the streets, drooling and craving for beef, he didn't notice the dark figure sneaking up on him.
Finally, Beefy187 found a restaurant and hey, they had steak on the menu! With cabrales sauce! With a discount, especially for tourists! He could have two steaks for the price of one!
He couldn't wait to enter the restaurant, but alas, fate was cruel for this fine young man. As he was about to enter, a wooden club hit him on the head.
He fell down, barely conscious.
"No, not now! Couldn't you wait for an hour or so? Two steaks. That was all I wanted! Two st..."
The swing of a sword ended his hallucinations of giant steaks bathing in cabrales sauce.
The killer looked at the beheaded body, bowed and reached for Beefy's wallet. He looked up and saw the announcement at the restaurant.
"Hmmm... steak with cabrales sauce!"
The killer entered the restaurant.
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"Ah mon lit! Comme je suis fatigué!" our friendly Canadian dagger said to himself.
Reaching for the only Francophone magazine in his hotelroom, TheFlax turned on the television, when he heard a "mooo" sound.
He shrugged. "Meh, ces espagnoles avec leur bêtises!"
"Moooo!"
The sound seemed to come from the inside of the building.
"Mais, qu'est-ce que c'est? Une vache dans l'hôtel?" TheFlax said, annoyed, and he walked over to the door.
"MOOOO!" loud now.
TheFlax was too curious and opened the door of his room. In front of him stood TinCow.
"Mais, tu es mort!"
"Moooooo!" was TinCows' reply and he grabbed TheFlax by his throat with a firm grip.
TheFlax tried to free himself, but his struggle was soon over as TinCow was using supernatural forces to strangle his opponent. He tightened his grip and broke TheFlax' neck.
As soon as his victim died, TinCow's body evaporated and there was nothing left of him, except dust and ashes.
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The hunt is on. Through the streets of the old Albaicin. Running, a man catches his breath, looks around, and runs again.
Faster, running, puffing heavily.
Darkness, running, street lights, narrow street, dark again.
The hunter is holding his right hand on his blade, his left hand ready on his belt with silver daggers.
The chase continues The prey runs. Speed is its' only weapon. Fighting this hunter is fruitless.
Faster, faster, faster!
The hunter sees the target. It enters a narrow street. The hunter grins and climbs up a nearby wall. Jump. From rooftop to rooftop. The prey is close.
The prey hears sounds of boots landing on a nearby roof.
The prey stops. Holds its' breath.
The boots land on a roof. Silence. Again, boots landing on a roof. Silence. Boots on a roof, further now.
The prey grins. He deceived the hunter...
He bows, leaning with his hands on his knees. He inhales fresh air, pauses, inhales again, pauses, puffs, inhales, spits on the floor and looks up. A silver dagger planted in the doorpost behind him.
The prey runs again. The hunter follows. The hunter is close. The hunter sees the target. Feels the target. The hunter is fast, the prey becomes tired. Boots echoing through the streets of the ancient medieval town. The hunter jumps from rooftop to rooftop, following the shadow of the prey through the light of the street lanterns.
The prey starts to realise he can't keep up this pace. While he keeps running, he unsheats his silver blade, stops, turns around, his back against a wall, and waits.
The hunter is above him, on the roof. The prey waits, stays silent.
The hunter jumps down. The prey looks at him. "So, she picked you to attack me." The prey starts shaking his head. "A terrible mistake."
The hunter doesn't answer, his face remains without expression. He draws his blade. The prey doesn't stand a chance against his drugged attacker. He manages to block one attack, but the second attack comes before he can move his sword in another direction. The blow slices him open from the belly up to the chest.
The prey sinks on his knees and looks up. The reflection of the moonlight on the silver blade was the last thing pevergreen ever saw.
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Day 12
Diana Abnoba looked up as 5 daggers showed up.
She briefly stared at each one of them and then she sighed, for a short moment, a glimpse of sadness on her face.
"Let's talk."
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Alive (6)
1. Diana Abnoba
2. Double A
3. Methos
4. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
5. Kagemusha
6. DiamondEye
Killed (23)
autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt
TheFlax
Beefy187
pevergreen
Lynched (10)
Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
Scienter
WoG (1)
AVSM
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