The Trouble in Waiting [Concluded]

**Splitpersonality** · 07-14-2010, 05:09

Vote: CivPlayah

Speak up

**civplayah** · 07-14-2010, 16:19

Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Vote: CivPlayah

Speak up

Checking in.

vote: Secura

**Skooma Addict** · 07-15-2010, 04:45

Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Vote: CivPlayah

Speak up

No one else found this a bit odd?

**Splitpersonality** · 07-15-2010, 04:59

Originally Posted by Skooma Addict

No one else found this a bit odd?

Not really, why?

Needed to vote, picked a random person who was not speaking.

**ArpeggiateTHIS** · 07-15-2010, 09:56

Sleep tight guys.

Oh and it's Mr.THIS to you. All of you.

**Diana Abnoba** · 07-16-2010, 01:53

Originally Posted by ArpeggiateTHIS

Sleep tight guys.

Oh and it's Mr.THIS to you. All of you.

Oh yes sir, Mr. THIS sir...

**seireikhaan** · 07-16-2010, 03:09

Diana Abnoba scuffled back to her quarters in a hurry. The threat was now well established. This meant it was time to bust out her pride and joy. People had called her crazy. Paranoid. Insane. Well, now she was going to be the one laughing, she had a defense against the lurking evil. While everyone else had spent their time being lazy and who knows what, Diana had spent her time here preparing for such a threat. Her trap would ensure her safety. It would catch any attacker. She would be the hero, standing triumphantly above everyone else. Just one last adjustment to her device, which lay in the entrance to her room.... and it was ready. She huddled herself in a corner, clutching a small iron bar she'd detached from her bed in one hand, and the 'lever' for her trap in the other. FOOTSTEPS! Yes, it was footsteps she was hearing. The attacker was coming! She tightened her grip.

"A... ham sandwich?" She heard. A grin overtook her face. So close. She could see a shadow creeping near the opening. Then, there the intruder was! It knelt over the ham sandwich she had placed so cunningly in the entry-way. She flicked her wrist, tugging the string. The string pulled on a stick which was propping up an obscenely large cardboard box, maybe eight feet tall, which collapsed upon the intruder.

"VICTORY IS MINE!" She proclaimed. "MINE, MINE AAAAAAAALL MINE!" She ran up to the box and kicked it just as a taunt for the intruder. Just after her foot connected, however, a dark, curved knife exploded through the side of the box, catching Diana square in the gut. The knife pulled back and then slashed apart the box as the intruder hacked its way through the thin barrier. Diana fell to the floor, gasping in shock, partially from the failure of her trap, and partially from her rapidly dissolving body. The intruder rolled its eyes, and with a pop, it vanished.

For Splitpersonality, transience was always a terrifying experience. He didn't know who would show up. And not intruders, either, but all the mean folks who haunted his thoughts perpetually. They called him names, screamed at him, and played practical jokes on his mind. But it seemed like, in transience, they got stronger. Especially Bob. Bob was the worst, always kicking him and pelting him with tacks while he was in transience. Alas, there wasn't much choice in the matter. Split sighed, laying on his bed, eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable to happen. There it was. The tell tale prick and pain in his chest. "Darn it Bob, leave me alone!" he yelled. He shot up in his bed. Wait. His bed? He caught a glimpse of someone trotting back down the hall away from his room. Split's attention went back to the splitting pain in his chest. It wasn't tacks, not at all. A gaping wound was slashed across his chest,and it was growing, spreading, faster. Split collapsed in a heap on his bed, thankful that at least he would not have to deal with Bob any more.

When I arrived back in the main hall, Jannette was waiting once more, a grin on her face as always. "Good morning John! I trust you had a good transience again?" I just glowered at her before turning to the rest of the poor souls stuck in here with me. A quick count revealed that more had disappeared.

"Look, Jannette, I don't suppose there's any other better way of doing this, is there? Maybe we could get some more guards to protect everyone during transience?"

"Oh, John, I wouldn't suggest that again if I were you. Now, get back to helping people figure out who's responsible, k?" I was taken aback by the implied threat. Looks like its time for another go....

Alive: 11

Askthepizzaguy
Beskar
CaptainBlackadder
Civplayah
Death is Yonder
God Emperor
Landlubber
Pinman
Renata
Secura
woad&fang

Lynched: 2

Romanic (D1)
Arepeggiate (D2)

Slain: 4

Frozen in Ice (N1)
Skooma Addict (N1)
Diana Abnoba (N2)
Splitpersonality (N2)

DAY THREE HAS BEGUN! YOU HAVE 24 HOURS!