"The art of government has produced nothing but monsters."
~ Louis-Antoine de Saint-Just
Day 4
"We haven't caught a Royalist in three days! They're clearly hiding among YOUR faction!"
"Oh yeah? So says a member of the group that's already had one traitor hidden among them already! How do we know you've gotten your house in order by now, hmm?"
"Everybody in my group has done their utmost to seek out and destroy the Royalists out there! Can you say the same for yours?"
"We've looked out for ourselves!"
"I would rather see France back under Bourbon rule than in the hands of *your* awful party!"
"How DARE you! You will all pay for this insult!"
And so the deliberations went. The President of the Convention figured that all of this lively discussion - all on the public record, of course - would make for some fun reading for historians decades and centuries in the future, but for now his mind was on the present. There were still Royalists to hunt, an important law was up for debate, and decorum was starting to break down.
At the very least, the Law of 22 Prarial seemed like it would pass without much opposition - after all, what government body in history had ever voted down measures to give themselves more power? But as for the day's death sentence, that was another matter, and the cause of so much consternation. Although some discussion was scattered around other sources, by day's end it looked to come down to autolycus and El Barto. autolycus, for his part, seemed rather cool and collected, perhaps as a result of him having survived a coin flip with his life as the stakes two days' prior to this. At various points in the day he was arguing his case in front of the Convention, laying out strategy for how to proceed from here, huddling up with his faction to discuss matters, and going over daily government business that didn't fall in the realm of Royalist hunting. Barto, for his part, was sporadically around, but did pop in every so often in his own indomitable style.
When the President banged his gavel to close the day's voting, though, it was Barto who was the Convention's choice. Whether by his constant presence or backhanded manners, autolycus had survived by the skin of his teeth once again.
"Ooh, does this mean I get to make a last speech before the people of Paris?" Barto asked. The president, confused at this enthusiasm, nodded. "Oh boy, this is going to great! I can't wait to harangue them on the virtues of republican living and other proposed strategies I have in mind that can further the progress of the Revolution. I think you'll in particular want to give my plans regarding maritime commerce a thought -"
"Save it for the crowd," the president said. "After all, you wouldn't want to repeat yourself." Placated by this, Barto happily walked along with the rest of the crowd to the city square where the guillotine awaited.
After the reading of charges, Barto did not, like his previous colleagues, immediately kneel into position. Instead, he strode up to the very front of the platform and launched into his address.
"Citoyens," he began, "Before we-"
BOOOOOOOOO!
Traitor!
Royalist scum!
BOOOOOOOOOOO!
Nobody wants to hear your poisonous words, Bourbon slime!
"But... but... but..." Barto tried to get out more of his speech but was drowned out by even louder jeering from the crowd. They started throwing things: rotten fruit, old shoes, rocks, anything they could get their hands on. He was physically unable to continue his prepared speech.
Having only gotten three last words out, El Barto meekly let the day's official proceedings come to a conclusion and mounted the guillotine without further protest. The blade, as always, got the final word of the day in.
Law of 22 Prarial passes. For Night 4 only, each faction has access to an additional vig shot and protection.
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It is now Night 4! Please send in your orders.
Night 4 ends Monday, March 20, at 5:00 PM US Eastern Time (GMT-4).
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Still alive (12):
Al Sipsclar
autolycus
Choxorn
Csargo
Lewwyn
Manasi
Montmorency
NotACop
seireikhaan
Snerk
Winston Hughes
Zack
Killed:
Fenn
Monstrdude
Logic
Kagemusha
Arakhor
BSmith
Askthepizzaguy
Renata
Guillotined:
Jabbz
atheotes
Dp101
El Barto
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
Originally Posted by TosaInu
At times I read back my own posts [...]. It's not always clear at first glance.
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