NerdyTerdy is driving his car, heading home for the night. Unfortunately, the mafia had bugged his car and it starts to malfunction. The car begins to sputter and black smoke comes out from under the hood as he cruises down 75th Street. NerdyTerdy pulls over and opens the hood. He gets out of the car to investigate the car's problem. Upon lifting the hood, thick black smoke from the vehicle begins to fill the air. He realizes that someone is next to him. In the cover of the smoke, he cannot see exactly who it was. The face seems like it might be familiar. "Is that you?" asks NerdyTerdy. The person next to him replies only by stabbing
NerdyTerdy in the chest and again in the throat, leaving him for dead against his car.
After an hour, Darkling walks by the scene and sees a corpse up against a still smoking car. From the opposite direction, another man walks towards the car to join the investigation. They meet by the car and examine the body. Darkling checks the body for a pulse, but finds none. "Holy shit, he's dead!" says Darkling to the man next to him. The man's left arm mutates into a submachine gun pointed at Darkling. "NO U" he says, filling
Darkling with bullets.
Greo walks down a dirt path along the edge of the woods with Hitok1r1, considering all the options. Periodically, Greo stares deep into the darkness. He wonders if there is anyway to survive anywhere. He stops in his tracks with the thought and looks at Hitok1r1. Looking up the moon, their only source of light, he muses, "The only safe place on this earth for me is the moon. And I'll never be there." Hitok1r1 is not quite sure how to respond to such a thing. They are aware of their pathetic outlook and continue to stride towards Greo's house.
It had been a long walk already and they were glad to finally be on the second half of the round trip. Perhaps sleep and a sunrise would help them feel better about life.
Seeing Greo's house in the distance, they hear a loud crash from woods. Something has made touchdown on the forest floor. The first impulse is to run, and they dart towards the house now, dismissing the idea of entering the woods. Greo hears a shrill and a shriek. Hitok1r1 has disappeared. Hitok1r1 is in pain. Greo stops. "Run, Greo, save yourself!" yells Hitok1r1 in the distance. Greo needs to think about this very clearly. But there is no lucidity to be found within his tumultous head.
Gazing into the nothingness of the deep wood, Greo hears the firing of an automatic weapon. He knows that
Hitok1r1 has just been killed. Greo is still frozen, deciding. He needs a closer look. Greo steps a few feet into the woods.
Greo was never to come back. The last that was ever seen of him was his heel as it left the last bit of moonlight and delved into the pitch black woods.
Brontobyte plays solitaire at his kitchen table, with only the illumination of a flashlight aiding his eyes. He enjoys the game even as he lost, showing his strange mannerisms. However, enjoying a losing game of solitaire was far from Brontobyte's most curious lifestyle change. All of his ground floor windows are open. Both his front and back doors are wide open. He welcomes his killers and accepts the inevitable death that was to come. The mafia are good at what they do and man of such feeble aggression of himself would not stand a chance. Shuffling up the cards for another game, the interruption he has been anticipating came. He hears a man tumbling down the stairs to the floor level that he was on.
A look of deep thought comes to Brontobyte's face as he stood up from his seat. He looks at the window and notices a ladder that peaked at his attic window. He can see the shattered glass remnants laying over his lawn and within the window frame. He turns back towards the singing he began to hear, "To-ra-lo-la-lo-ra". He sees a shadow limping towards him. Brontobyte thought he would be afraid when this moment finally came. But he wasn't. How could he be afraid of such a man? Nothing of him reeks of mafia. Until a bullet whizzes past his head and lodges in the wall behind him. "Ahaha, excuse my aim, good sir."
Brontobyte sprints away, but is hit by a bullet in the right calf just as he exits his backdoor, tumbling into the broken glass that had fallen from the attic window. The shadow of a man turns the kitchen lights on and begins again to speak, "I've been waiting for you to dog out like this." The bloody victim crawls as fast as he can away from the voice all the while. "I still don't understand though. How could you dare disrespect me like this?" His voice begins to bellow. He fires another shot that finds its residence in Brontobyte's left foot. He bends down and presses his hand in the blood that had splattered over the kitchen tiles. Licking it off his fingers slowly as he exits the chilly abode, he picks up a sharp piece of glass in stride with his other hand. He watches sadistically as Brontobyte attempts to stand, and gives his commentary for the night, "You see, perhaps if you were not so rude to me it wouldn't have had to been this way. I wouldn't have allowed your blood to be so beautifully scattered about the tiles and blades. It could have been neat. But no, your incessant optimism --" he pauses. "It's just not fitting around here. It needs to be effectively punished." Standing over
Brontobyte's back, he digs the piece of glass into his shoulder, and drags it down and over his back slowly. As the blood spurts onto the murderer's face, he licks his lips and slurs through red teeth, "Delectable".
As the night nears its end, the killing is not yet complete. As night fades into light, the last victim is dragged by one hand to the center of the town.
Hug a Zergling moans incoherently, "Why me, you, you did this, to me? Why me?"
"Shutup. You should appreciate the work that went into this. You ungrateful idiot." The mafia lifts his limp victim over his shoulder and hurls him into the pile of bodies. He makes a slow walk to a car parked nearby and starts it up. "Time to fix this place up!" Accelerating full bore, he piledrives the car through the heap of corpses.
The sun rises and shines upon the growing multitude of bodies in the middle of the town. The town gathers into the town hall. As they enter, the following message is
broadcast: Do not lynch people on small whims, especially if they are good players. Lynch someone useless if you have no one better to lynch.
** DAY THREE START **Please vote for the third candidate to be killed. Strict activity bans will be enforced.
Post has been edited 9 time(s), last time on Nov 2 2008, 5:13 pm by Dapperdan. Reason: typos