An artist's depiction of an Extended Unit Death
Night 2Here's the spot. What a calm drive it was. The man pulls out a brass pocket watch, a trinket he's kept with him always.
Looks like the lights are off; he's probably gone to sleep already. I guess that make my job easy. All I have- his passenger car door opens, and Aristocrat climbs into the seat.
"Sup?"
"W-what are you doing?"
Aristocrat laughs. "I could ask you the same thing, being out here in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, you mind giving me a ride somewhere?"
The driver had another idea. He pulls out a gun and points it at Aristocrat. "How about I just kill you instead?"
Aristocrat laughs again, and he pulls the tip of the gun to make contact with his own forehead. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger. I dare you." His eyes remained locked on the man, not showing a hint of fear.
Is this man suicidal? No... maybe he's... I should know for sure before I shoot him. The man sighs and lowers his weapon. "Where are we going, then?"
A restless man sat on his porch, looking at the evening sky. "Man, I wish everything would go back to normal," he commented to himself. "I miss the old days, the days when the town was full and populated with happy people. There's nothing in this modern time that can compare with how things used to be." His idle chat was momentarily interrupted as he heard the roar of an engine in the distance. "It's almost one in the morning; who would dare roam these streets?" His eyes followed the passing vehicle; there were two people inside, and they seemed to be in a hurry. Despite the man visibly sitting on the porch, they didn't seem to notice him, perhaps because they were focused on something else. "Kids these days..."
Aristocrat was playfully changing the radio stations periodically. He would pause to listen to a song, laugh, and cycle through the static until he found another station.
"Would you stop that!" The driver more demanded than asked.
"Oh, come now, you have to think some of these songs are hilarious," replies Aristocrat. "What the hell is this one about? It's talking about Bruce Lee fighting Godzilla or some stupid shit like that." He busted out laughing as the song continued.
The driver turns the radio off. "You know, I'm only giving you a ride out of courtesy; I could very well kill you if you keep pissing me off."
Aristocrat nodded. "I know." He turns the radio back on.
Aw, hell, the bar's closed? What happened? Wait... I was here yesterday. The man stood in front of the bar, looking at the "Closed for the holidays" sign that was lazily put up, when in reality the building was being repaired from last night's damages. A car comes to a screeching halt behind him. Did they know him?
"What do you mean we've been going the wrong way?!"
"Hahaha, I totally wasn't paying attention. I didn't even know the street numbers went this high; this is East, right?"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" The driver immediately stepped out, a handgun gripped firmly in his hand. Aristocrat also stepped out of the car, looking first at the bar, and then the man standing outside.
"Excuse me," the man by the bar asked, "what is your name?"
"Oh hi; my name is Aristocrat," Aristocrat replied. "And this i-"
The driver rammed the butt of his handgun into Aristocrat's throat. "Nobody," he answered.
Aristocrat was wheezing. "That's what I was going to say."
The driver seemed to resolve his suspicions. "Well, Aristocrat, this doesn't look like it was the wrong direction, after all." He walked over to the front door of the bar and shot the lock off. He then grabbed Aristocrat and dragged him towards the building.
"What are you going to do, drink me to death?" Aristocrat laughed. "Now there's a way I wouldn't mind dying. It's on the house, right? Hey, since it's all free, none of that cheap shit, alright?" His rambling continued like this until he could not be heard through the building.
The man standing outside was not sure exactly what was going on. There was a moment of silence, followed by a gunshot emitting from the bar. A short while after, the driver steps outside, sweating, but relieved.
"I knew
Aristocrat was bluffing."
Day 2 beings. Cast your votes before midday (ETA: Wednesday 22:00 EDT).