Posted December 14, 2014
The quiet town of Tres Leches was being torn apart like the body of their former Don. The only difference now was the pieces were vehemently accusing each other of crimes and generally being without moral fiber. A voice shouted out above the din, “Shut up and listen to me!! I found something out last night while scouring the crime scene.” It was yogsloth. “I pulled some fingerprints from some scraps of duct tape apparently used to tape over people’s mouths. Those fingerprints belonged to RWarehall.” A gasp ran through the crowd as all eyes turned toward him. “So I put some tape on mouths for fun, that doesn’t make me a killer just a prankster.”
Someone in the back shouted, “Lynch him, he’s guilty.” And that was when the mob uproar started. They were pressing in on him and shoving him down. At one point yogsloth grabbed him and shouted to the crowd, “Hold up!! Mob justice isn’t real justice. Someone still needs to pay for the murder of Krypsynio and Vitekaria. He’s guilty but we have to be cool-headed about this.” The cries of the mob just became more fervent. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch.
“Wait a minute. “shouted RWarehall, “I know a way I can help you catch the bad guys. I have special skills I can use…” But they just shouted all the louder. HijacK shoved yogsloth out of the way and grabbed RWarehall around the neck. Sage103082 grabbed his legs and Ixamyakxim held his arms and they dragged him to the noose. HijacK whispered in his ear, “I’m going to enjoy watching you dance at the end of that rope you filthy perverted animal.” The three of them forcefully placed him on top of a horse and tied his hands. CSPVG carefully slipped the noose around RWarehall’s neck and cinched it tight. “I’m telling you I didn’t kill anybody!! Let me live and I can help you.” He screamed. But his cries were falling on deaf ears. The mob wanted blood in their milk tonight.
For a moment time stood still as RWarehall’s pleas of innocence continued and a single hand moved to slap the rear flank of the stallion. The mighty creature reared and took off without hesitation. There was a snap, and then a horrible wrenching sound as the animal pulled against resistance. It seems his leg had become ensnared in the saddle and the brief tug of war between the horse and gallows ended with a pop. RWarehall’s head became separated from his body and was catapulted across the square in an elegant arc. His head landed with a thud near an empty gelato vender’s cart.
“So what happens now?” asked trentonlf. Jmich stepped out of the shadows and flicked his cigarette across the square. “I guess we keep looking.”
RWarehall is lynched. He is dead. It is now Night One. Please submit Night Actions at your earliest convenience. Countdown Timer will be reset.
Someone in the back shouted, “Lynch him, he’s guilty.” And that was when the mob uproar started. They were pressing in on him and shoving him down. At one point yogsloth grabbed him and shouted to the crowd, “Hold up!! Mob justice isn’t real justice. Someone still needs to pay for the murder of Krypsynio and Vitekaria. He’s guilty but we have to be cool-headed about this.” The cries of the mob just became more fervent. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch. Lynch.
“Wait a minute. “shouted RWarehall, “I know a way I can help you catch the bad guys. I have special skills I can use…” But they just shouted all the louder. HijacK shoved yogsloth out of the way and grabbed RWarehall around the neck. Sage103082 grabbed his legs and Ixamyakxim held his arms and they dragged him to the noose. HijacK whispered in his ear, “I’m going to enjoy watching you dance at the end of that rope you filthy perverted animal.” The three of them forcefully placed him on top of a horse and tied his hands. CSPVG carefully slipped the noose around RWarehall’s neck and cinched it tight. “I’m telling you I didn’t kill anybody!! Let me live and I can help you.” He screamed. But his cries were falling on deaf ears. The mob wanted blood in their milk tonight.
For a moment time stood still as RWarehall’s pleas of innocence continued and a single hand moved to slap the rear flank of the stallion. The mighty creature reared and took off without hesitation. There was a snap, and then a horrible wrenching sound as the animal pulled against resistance. It seems his leg had become ensnared in the saddle and the brief tug of war between the horse and gallows ended with a pop. RWarehall’s head became separated from his body and was catapulted across the square in an elegant arc. His head landed with a thud near an empty gelato vender’s cart.
“So what happens now?” asked trentonlf. Jmich stepped out of the shadows and flicked his cigarette across the square. “I guess we keep looking.”
RWarehall is lynched. He is dead. It is now Night One. Please submit Night Actions at your earliest convenience. Countdown Timer will be reset.
Post edited December 14, 2014 by flubbucket