The town rests rather quietly, except for devilesk. It isn't that anything is actually physically wrong with him. It was the ghost. The ghost of Mini Moose 2707 had appeared to him. The ghost had warned him that the mafia had declared war on him. They want him dead most of all. Devilesk goes to his refrigerator and takes a shot of whiskey. He decides it is probably smarter not to get hammered. He puts the bottle down and returns to his living room to watch TV. He slowly begins to panic. Every shadow moving against his windows adds to his paranoia. Every gust of wind contributes to his fear. Every noise and any little thing that went bump in the night exacerbates his terror. He can't take it; he as to get outside, now. He lights a cigarette, leaves his house, and doesn't even bother locking the door.
Devilesk regrets leaving almost immediately. He discovers cheeze blocking his walkway. Devilesk goes over to speak to him and asks cheeze what he's doing here, but he does not respond. Cheeze falls limp into devilesk's arms. Devilesk lets go and
cheeze drops to the floor, with a couple of knives stuck in his back. Before he can react, two knives are in devilesk's chest as well. Devilesk falls to the floor unconscious.
An hour later, he wakes up. He finds that his wounds are bandaged. A car is running in front of his house. FlyingHat calls to him from the window. "You don't look so good, let's get you out of here." And so they drive. "Were you the one who patched me up?" asks Devilesk. "No, I just got here. Figured you could use the trip out. Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice, but the mafia do," chuckles FlyingHat. "So, where are we going?" asks devilesk, as they spot a man in the street holding some sort of light.
The man is too far away, they can't make out who he is or what he is doing. FlyingHat begins to answer devilesk's question, but a ray of light shoots through the car. It goes through the hood and the windshield and various parts of the car, through
FlyingHat, and out of the back of car, clean through. "Holy shit!" yells Devilesk, as he struggles to take the wheel and brake. Smoke is shooting out of the car's hood and the car is too damaged to be controlled. The car veers off the road and into a tree. Devilesk goes through the windshield and smashes into the trunk of the tree. He rests unconscious on the hood of the car.
After some amount of time, devilesk wakes up again. He wipes the blood off his head. He gets up. For now, Devilesk can cheat death. He gets up and walks. He takes a left, then a right. He loses track of where he is going, but he continues. He runs. Runs away from the mafia. Devilesk feels like he can fly. Soon, however, he comes to the wrong street.
Of course, he has no way of knowing that. A man appears out of the ground, holding a machine gun. "WHY DON'T YOU DIE?" yells the man in a stentorian voice. The fully automatic weapon pisses ammo into devilesk. Ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred bullets blast devilesk. He is long past dead. The mafia reloads his gun and fires into the corpse until it no longer resembles anything but a pile of multicolored mush. Not even
devilesk can withstand this punishment.
The town wakes up to find the gruesome wreckage spread about. They remove the corpse of FlyingHat for burial and notice "pwnt" going through his chest. Minus a chunk of flesh that was the hole of the p, of course. The deaths of these individuals were a vicious rampage. The town only hopes that they can be more vicious.
** DAY TWO START **Please vote for a lynch or abstain. There will be strict activity bans this game.
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