Clinton, Iowa
Night 1

All of the sleeping spots were spread out quite far from each other during the night. This was more than understandable, given the situation, but it also denied the campers of one advantage that could have seriously helped themselves out: companionship. Closer campsites meant there was a greater chance for somebody to hear what was going on. For somebody to see that somebody was out of their tent. For somebody to stop a potential killer.

Renata, for one, did not mind the isolation. She, as did most of the other campers, most likely, actually preferred it this way. Life was difficult. People were annoying. Her own thoughts and music provided for far greater company than any of the other campers. Plus, two of them might be murderers? That was one wager that Renata was not going to take. No, she would sit off, on her own, with one of her prized possessions - her trusty portable music player - to keep her company. In the last movie she had seen, The Book of Eli, the title character had lugged around his mp3 player for thirty years, the machine having survived a nuclear holocaust and God knew what else. Renata hoped her device would at least be able to half that feat.

She fired it up, popped her headphones in, and then began to space out. Getting a good battery charge was always difficult, and would be doubly so out here with no hope of anything remotely resembling indoor life for a while, but she hoped the old girl would last. Renata would try to forget everything and hope the music would softly lull her to sleep. It was working... David Gray's "Babylon" was coming on, reminding her of the road life in general which she had come to embrace... she was drifting... drifting..... ......drifting......

Suddenly, a interruption. The song ended prematurely. Somebody had yanked the headphones right out of her ears. "Hey! -" Renata would have shouted, were it not for the fact that that person was now using them to strangle her alive. Renata was gasping and choking for air, groping at nothing, for her assailant was stronger and able to keep her off-balance without letting her breathe.

Renata gasped and choked away her last breaths, with "Babylon" still tinnily coming out of the headphones which were now officially a murder weapon.

As the sun rose, the campers decided by mutual agreement to take a head count. As it turned out, their worst fears were confirmed - they were down one. Renata was not around. A quick look around confirmed that she had died. Everybody started groaning and complaining, which was a convenient way to mask their true emotion: fear. There would be another vote.

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Still alive: 15
Yaseikhaan
Visorslash
Reenk Roink
Zack
B_Ray
robbiecon
Csargo
Diamondeye
Andres
johnhughthom
Scienter
God Emperor
Askthepizzaguy
TheLastDays
Chaotix

Killed:
Renata

Executed:
Who am i?

It is now Day 2. This phase will last until 21:30 GMT -4 (US Eastern time).