Chicago Soirée [Concluded]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Lawyer showdown! *grabs popcorn*

Out of curiosity, Reenk, why did you vote me during the tiebreaker?

-edit- Suggested reason deleted because I want to see what you come up with.

[Reenk Roink]

Lawyer showdown! *grabs popcorn*

Out of curiosity, Reenk, why did you vote me during the tiebreaker?

-edit- Suggested reason deleted because I want to see what you come up with.

I want to see your suggested reason first.

[GeneralHankerchief]

No.

[seireikhaan]

Sorry for the delay folks...





Following the death of Chaotix, a very nervous town dispersed rather quickly this night, as the reality of their imminent danger crept into their minds. Reaction to fear can vary wildly from person to person. Some took to mindless activities to distract themselves, some took to curling into a fetal position, and others simply sat in a chair in a zombie like state. Yoyoma, however, did not fit into any of the above categories. He took to drink. In particular, Yoyoma favored strong, Louisiana bourbon. Following the lynch, he immediately darted home, cracked open a crate of his absolute favorite, and began a furious game of “drink the liquor” with himself. Drink after drink, Yoyoma’s grasp on reality slowly slid beyond his grasp. At the stroke of midnight, the front door to Yoyoma’s house burst open. A tall figure in a trench coat and fedora stepped through the frame. Yoyoma looked up belligerently from his chair, though he stayed slumped over. The figure merely sighed at the rather pathetic sight, before pulling a pistol from the trench coat. With a single click, the pistol loaded. A single shot fired out into the dead of night, scoring a direct hit straight through Yoyoma’s forehead. Without hesitation, the trench-coat clad figure fled the room, leaving the inebriated corpse behind.

Much like his alcoholic comrade, YLC also deviated from the aforementioned ways of coping with fear. However, rather than drinking himself into a stupor, YLC instead retreated to a different favored pastime: baking. Yes, YLC was a rather splendid baker, often supplementing his income at the factory with regular bake sales. Tonight, YLC was creating a splendid soufflé. The wonderful smell wafted through the house and into the street. As he was pulling it from the oven, the creation finally done, the door knob to his front door began jiggling. YLC immediately ran to the door, figuring one of his amiable neighbors once again caught the smell of his extra-curricular activities. However, as he opened the door, a tall, strange man stood in the doorway. In his mouth, a cigar, while in his hands, what appeared to be an oversized blow-torch. A belch of fire escaped from the weapon, singing the front of YLC’s apron as he stumbled backwards. YLC scrambled back to the staircase to the upstairs. The man, however, went straight into the kitchen. YLC’s eyes went wide open.
“My soufflé!” He yelped. He attempted to leap the stairs back down, but it was too late; the man lit the soufflé aflame, charring it beyond recognition. “You… MONSTER!” the man merely turned, held the flamethrower up once more, as YLC charged him in rage. A spectacular burst of fire spread in front of the man, engulfing YLC completely. YLC collapsed, rolling in terrible pain. The man merely skipped over the burning floor and man, looking quite bored with the whole situation. Taking a remarkably casual stroll out the door, the man picked up the pace as a black Model T car pulled up the curb. The man hopped into the passenger side, not even bothering to look back at the spectacular fireball which used to be YLC’s house.

But perhaps saddest of all was the way in which Hooahguy reacted to fear. Upon returning home, he grabbed a rope, creating a noose, and headed back to his shed. Tossing the rope over a beam, he hopped up onto a foot stool. Tying the noose over his neck, Hooaghuy jumped from the stool, at least fortunate that the rope snapped his neck instantly…




Alive: 22

Andres
Ares777
Askthepizzaguy
Beefy
Boudica
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Glyphz
LittleGrizzly
Lord Winter
QuintusJC
Reenk Roink
Sarathos
Shlin28
Sigurd
Taka
TevashSzat
TinCow
Warluster
Warman
White_Eyes


Dead: 4
CountArach (N1)
Tiberius of the Drake (N1)
YLC (N2)
Yoyoma (N2)

Lynched: 1

Chaotix (D1)

Suicide: 1

Hooahguy (D2)



Day Round now begins! It will last approximately 24 hours. PLEASE KEEP THE TALLY!