NIGHT 3 (Time Reversed)
"How unfortunate that this... enemy of mine persists on trying to upset the balance and stage a coup. I shall, as they say, 'teach him a lesson' as soon as I capture him."
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[Broadcaster]
Raitaki is not mafia. Trusty sources suggest Demon's guilt. Also, the cantina is now having 25% off all of their menu choices to those who confess their true roles before March 20th.
[/Broadcaster]
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After awakening from his mid-afternoon nap, poison_us decided to take a brief moment to relax and contemplate his future. He walked outside to his backyard, but as soon as he sat down in his yard chair, he suffered a seizure. posion_us fell to the ground in agony, twisting and twitching uncontrollably.
"Explain this odd behavior..." said an unarmed man, who was watching from the shadows of the fence.
poison_us began to regain very little control of himself. "Time... T-*gaakk* *cough*-el side eff-*twitch*."
The unarmed man in a business suit stepped on poison_us's chest and and said, "Well. It seems our little game of cat-and-mouse has come to an end. Shame that we couldn't get you before you worked your machine. Any last requests?"
"*cough* You thief... *wheeze* You stole everything from me. Even my id-"
The unarmed man pressed his boot hard on poison_us. "Very well, death by shopping cart it is! Mr. Inside Man, please bring the cart and end this troublemaker."
A second man, this one wearing a Hagar the Horrible shirt and sweatpants, entered the yard through the back door of the house pushing nothing less than an over-sized metal cart.
poison_us became frantic. "NO. NO!" He struggled to free himself of the boot on his chest, but he still had inadequate control of his limbs and could not move. His eyes were on the approaching casually dressed man. "ITSYOUITRUSTEDYOUEVER-"
Whack. Snap.
"That went fairly well." said the man with the metal cart.
"I concur." said the other. He kicked poison_us's broken neck, just to be sure he was dead.
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A townsperson was walking home from the store.
Bang. The shot came from behind.
He screamed, falling to his knees and clutching his chest. He turned around and saw completely obscured man running away. "You coward! Come and fight me like a real man!" Perhaps I shouldn't have screamed... he might not have left so quickly. Then I could have given him a piece of my mind! He then collapsed from shock... and since his attacker had left, he never knew what happened to his victim.
Day 3 has begun! (Time Reversed) Place your vote before Monday, March 14, at 8:00 pm Central (approx.)
None.
It's been mentioned so often that I wouldn't know exactly where to look if it was a clue.
