The Campground [Concluded]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Clinton, Iowa
Day 1

Tending to the campfire was a very messy affair. Everybody had to go out in fours to gather wood due to the lack of trust, in order to prevent the dangerous killers from overpowering anyone without serious opposition. This took away from the other tasks that needed to be completed in order for the campers to maintain a sustained existence. Additionally, due to the soggy conditions, building the fire was a very arduous process, and the final result was a little flame that not even a Neanderthal would be proud of.

These general conditions made for a very snippy group of campers, which, compounded with the fact that they had to vote one of their own off to be sentenced to death, meant that everyone got mad at each other for the smallest of reasons. This was evidenced in the voting by the fact that a full nine out of 17 total campers received at least one vote. Everyone was worried what would happen if the votes were split 17 different ways, and how on earth they would ever resolve *that* predicament, but by the end of the day one name separated itself from the pack.

Who am i? was probably the most mysterious of all campers. Nobody knew anything about where he came from, his backstory, or even his name. His accent was impossible to place. His manner of speaking was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. Nobody even knew what he looked like due to the concealing clothes he wore. A couple of people weren't even sure that he was a male. Nobody knew what kind of music Who am i? liked, or what he was running from. Nobody had ever seen him on the road before, and he had not deigned to tell anyone of how exactly he had come to this cursed campground in Clinton, Iowa, in the first place.

This complete and utter lack of knowledge about who Who am i? was what ultimately unnerved the rest of the campers. These road warriors of America were all a fraternity of sorts, even if they never quite interacted with each other, and they all had a code. Chances were slim that you would ever see each other again when you came across each other, so there was always a natural instinct to share stories and to empathize with your brother of the road. The fact that Who am i? generally had no inclination whatsoever to partake in this, even under these circumstances, was ultimately his undoing. You had to keep with the code, after all, even under these circumstances.

Eventually he received 4 votes, which was enough to put him over the edge. Everyone stood around the makeshift fire, unsure what to do next. All was silent - even Who am i? did not make a break for it or lodge a protest.

"Anyone got a knife?" one of the campers said.

"Yeah, but it might be a murder weapon later. I don't want anybody to see my knife and then claim that I killed somebody just because it means they don't get lynched." There was a general murmuring of agreement to this.

"Okay, fine," said one of the stronger campers. "Let's do this the quick way, then, shall we?" And without further ado, he bent down, picked up the largest log in the fire, and swung it, still flaming, at Who am i?'s head. Who am i? crumpled to the ground, possibly already dead, but a few more whacks took care of it just in case.

"Hope we don't ever have to see anything like that again," one of the campers said, and then they all went back to their individual sleeping spots to try for sleep that they all knew would not come.

Day 1 tally:
Who am i?: 4 (B_Ray, Scienter, ATPG, TheLastDays)
Zack: 3 (Diamondeye, Reenk, JHT)
God Emperor: 2 (Andres, Chaotix)
Csargo: 1 (God Emperor)
Andres: 1 (Csargo)
Reenk Roink: 1 (Who am i?)
Yaseikhaan: 1 (robbiecon)
TheLastDays: 1 (Visorslash)
johnhughthom: 1 (Zack)

Not voting: 2 (khaan, Renata)

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Still alive: 16
Yaseikhaan
Visorslash
Reenk Roink
Zack
B_Ray
robbiecon
Csargo
Diamondeye
Andres
johnhughthom
Renata
Scienter
God Emperor
Askthepizzaguy
TheLastDays
Chaotix

Executed:
Who am i?

It is now Night 1. Night will last until 21:00 GMT-4 (US Eastern time) tomorrow. Mafia, gimme your choice.