Votes:

Pr0nogo - Jack (2)
payne - Jack (2)
CecilSunkure - Apos (1)
Bar Refaeli - Fire_Kame (1)
Voyager7456 - Pr0nogo (2)
Corbo - Pr0nogo (2)
Wing Zero - Voyager7456 (1)
FaRTy1billion - Wing Zero (1)

Day 1

We gather on the kitchen counter to decide the fate of one of our own. There's shouting from both sides as we deliberate on whose life to take. Many view last night's uneventfulness as a sign of peace. They say that if we refrain from violence, we can end this war. Pipe dreams from the clueless.

Others see signs elsewhere. They turn to their "Bread God", the one they say will show them the path to righteousness. They say by carrying out his wishes, they will be granted eternal happiness in bread paradise. They begin chanting the name their god has chosen. What starts as an indistinguishable whisper turns into a booming demand for carnage. The chants grow louder and faster, until almost half the delegation has joined in. Our leader steps forward and raises his hand. The chanting quiets, as we listen in anticipation as to what will happen next.

"Brothers, sisters, children - now is the time we must sacrifice a member of our breadhood for the greater good."

The crowd, in unison, echoes a thundering response.

"FOR THE GREATER GOOD!"

Our leader pulls out a piece of paper. He carefully examines it, no doubt tallying up the votes and deciding whose time has dried up.

"I know many of you have turned to your faith to lead you in these trying times. I know many of you wish for Pr0nogo to be executed!"

The crowd roars in cheers and applauses.

"Be that as it may, today is not his day to die. Today, another must perish!"

The cheers turn to boos and gasps of disbelief.

"It was a close count, but another has been chosen before Pr0nogo to be executed. We must hold true to our democracy and carry out this deed. Bring forth the chosen one!"

From the crowd, two large breads step forward, dragging another beside them. Our leader turns to the executioner and nods, and the executioner turns on the firebrick oven. It is not long before the oven temperature rises to 1500 degrees Fahrenheit, a sign that the sacrifice must begin. The executioner opens the door, and the two large breads throw the chosen one into the fires. They leave the door open for all to see. The chosen one screams in agony, his crust turning to black ash, and his soft breaded skin oozing off his body. A few seconds pass, and the screams stop. The body is fully disintegrated.

The crowd begins to disperse, save for the family of Jack. They hold each other and cry, staring in horror at the ashpile that was their father.

May his death finally end the bloodshed.