The Campground [Concluded]

[Zack]

It's all the pizzaman's fault. I'm not tipping, and not because I'm dead.

[Askthepizzaguy]

It's all the pizzaman's fault. I'm not tipping, and not because I'm dead.

Because you're cheap?

[Csargo]

That's not very nice ATPG. :'(

[Zack]

Because you're cheap?

You cut me real deep. (I fully expect you to cover the medical bill for said cuts.)

[Diamondeye]

I have to ask, why are you defending me so vehemently?

Typically in mafia, one shouldn't defend another unless they know they're on the same side.

You were too close to being lynched day 1.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

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)

If you were scum, that's a risky place to have your vote when the going gets tight. That's not to say I'm 100% sure of your alignment, but looking at this vote (and then today's), I consider it pretty unlikely. Problem is, while I'm of course suspicious of the people who bandwagoned you today, the wagon was so massive that scum could just as well have been fishing around lodging irrelevant votes...

B Ray is the most suspicious at the moment in my opinion.

[Chaotix]

Problem is, while I'm of course suspicious of the people who bandwagoned you today, the wagon was so massive that scum could just as well have been fishing around lodging irrelevant votes...

Hey!

Stop implicating me, I'm trying to blend in here.

[B-Wing]

B Ray is the most suspicious at the moment in my opinion.

Oh you'll pay for that tonight! I mean, uh... you... you're incorrect, sir.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Clinton, Iowa
Night 2

The campers were two full days in to their situation and the soggy conditions that had trapped them here showed no signs of abating. The one person with a radio had relayed to them all that locally, this flooding was the worst in the area since the summer of 2008. The Mississippi was still overflowing, and the only road leaving in or out of the campground was still a flooded, soggy, mess. And this meant that all of the like-minded people at the campground were still trapped there, at the mercy of the two interlopers in their midst and with no weapon to combat them save for their collective intelligences and trust.

They themselves had killed two of their own, collectively. Did they go two-for-two? Would this be the last of the bloodshed at the campground, and would the campers be able to wait for conditions to improve in peace? robbiecon, for one, doubted it. The odds of that happening, based off pure numbers, were two-in-seventeen immediately followed by one-or-two-in-fifteen, which equated to a percentage rate of... well... robbiecon was never much good at math. This was one of the reasons why he had taken to a life on the road. He had never really fit in with his school, with his hometown; he had worked several jobs though, and was good at them too, but the discipline required to stay on them and do the same thing, day in and day out, was never there.

A road life called to robbiecon, and he was eventually helpless to resist, taking to it only two years ago. He had learned quite a lot in those two years - the tricks of survival, how to stretch a limited budget until it was impossible to stretch further, and then stretch it some more, where the safe places are to stay - but this place would be the final test. Could he keep out of trouble and figure out who didn't quite belong?

This was all a lot to ponder. robbiecon needed to remain calm and and coherent. In order to do this he would need his sleep. A soft song played in his head, "Captain Jack" by Billy Joel, as he tried to drift off. robbiecon had no tent, he would sleep under the stars. It was a cloudy night, so not even the twinkle of the stars would help him.

It was 48 hours, give or take, since robbiecon had gotten a good, true rest. He was finally calm enough to put all of his nerves, all of his paranoia, behind him. He eventually drifted off into blissful oblivion, thoughts of where he had been in life and where he would end up, "Captain Jack" still playing in his head, when the criminal's rusty knife was plunged directly into his throat.

The next day, when doing a headcount, the campers soon realized that there would be another duty they had to attend to aside from voting, gathering wood, keeping the fire going, and scouring for food: burial duty. The murdered victims would be put in the ground. The condemned lynchees would be burned. Currently there were two bodies that had to be buried, with presumably more on the way. "Unless we get this right," one of the campers said, and everybody else agreed.

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Still alive: 13
Yaseikhaan
Visorslash
Reenk Roink
B_Ray
Csargo
Diamondeye
Andres
johnhughthom
Scienter
God Emperor
Askthepizzaguy
TheLastDays
Chaotix

Killed:
Renata
robbiecon

Executed:
Who am i?
Zack

It is now Day 3. This phase will last 24 hours.

[Chaotix]

Vote: Askthepizzaguy

[Askthepizzaguy]

Vote: Chaotix

I'll give my life, assuming I get yours in return. You're infested with scum and villainy.