Night 10 - Conclusion
The full moon was shining over the Alhambra.
At the graveyard, a figure wearing a dark cloak could be seen walking around. It stopped in front of one of the new graves.
"Wake up, now!"
Nothing happened.
"Obey me, you lazy slave! Now!"
Something appeared to be moving and suddenly, a hand became visible. It took a few more minutes, before a headless body crawled out of the grave.
"Your head, idiot! Take it and put it on your shoulders."
The corpse started digging with its' hands for a couple of minutes. It appeared as if it had found something. Another couple of minutes of digging and the corpse turned around, holding Secura's head in its' hands.
"Put your head where it belongs, you fool".
The remnants of Secura obeyed its' master and then waited.
"Ok, slave, these are my orders for the night..."
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Jolt liked Spain and he knew the country pretty well, but there were some things his people simply did better.
Take Sherry. Of course, it isn't bad, but it can't beat the fine taste of Porto! And they had some decent wine in this country, but surely, nothing beats Madeira wine!
Sipping from his dry sherry, he continued the line of thoughts. Barcelona and Real Madrid. Bah. Ok, it were great soccer teams, but if you're looking for joy and exciting football, then surely, you needed to go watch Porto, or, even better, Benfica!
The somehow chauvinistic dagger was very busy comparing Spain to his country, slowly working towards the inevitable conclusion that Portugal was better than Spain in as good as everything. And so, he didn't notice the dark figure behind him, holding a wooden club in its' hands.
The attacker yelled "Olé!" and hit the target on the head.
Jolt fell out of his sofa and was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood and some pieces of his skull.
The attacker graciously stepped forwards, yelled "Olé" and beheaded the target.
Calmly, the killer stepped forward and sipped on Jolts' sherry.
"He's right. I prefer porto over this stuff any time of the day."
***
Choxorn was fanatically playing Civ IV on his laptop when somebody knocked on the door of his hotelroom.
"One moment please, just one more turn."
A few minutes passed and again, the person outside knocked on his door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, just one more turn."
Again a few minutes passed and again, the person outisde knocked on the door.
"Yes, yes, just one more turn!"
Three hours later.
With a loud crashing sound, Choxorns' door was utterly destroyed.
Secura entered his room, a glimpse of anger and frustration on her dead face.
Choxorn looked up briefly. "Oh, it's you."
and then turned back to his game.
After he finished his turn, he looked up and murmured "Weren't you dead or something?"
And then he continued playing.
Secura stepped forward and grabbed Choxorns' throat.
"Hey! What? Please, juste one more argh, argh, argh."
Secura kept pinching and squeezing Choxorns' throat and finally, he stopped kicking and moving. She tightened her grip a bit more and was rewarded with the sound of a breaking neck.
She opened her hands and Choxorns' dead body fell on the floor.
At the same time, Secura's body evaporated; soon there was nothing left of her, but dust and ashes.
***
Day 11
Diana was standing at the courtyard, overlooking the small group of remaining brothers and sisters.
With a grim expression, she walked towards the Naibs' seat.
"Let's talk," was all she said to open yet another day of lively debates.
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Alive (10)
1. TheFlax
2. Diana Abnoba
3. Double A
4. Methos
5. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
6. Beefy187
7. Kagemusha
8. pevergreen
9. DiamondEye
10. Scienter
Killed (20)
autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Ibn-Khaldun
Psychonaut
Sasaki Kojiro
Yaseikhaan
Peasant Phill
Death is yonder
YLC
Secura
Captain Blackadder
GreyBlades
Niklas
TinCow
Kukrikhan
Renata
Choxorn
Jolt
Lynched (9)
Csargo
Askthepizzaguy
Seon
GeneralHankerchief
White_Eyes:D
Romanic
atheotes
Beskar
The Stranger
WoG (1)
AVSM
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It's now day. You can start voting. Double A need to vote today or he'll get WoG'ed.
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