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opie - 5 (Oman, ChaosOmega, pickemgenius, Adel, Guardian)
Guardian - 3 (opie, Jitsu, Incognito)
ChaosOmega - 2 (Matt_S, Xylthixlm)
Not voting - 2 (Erg0, Patrick)
With 12 alive, it's 7 to lynch.
Deadline for D1: Saturday March 1, 10:55AM GMT+10
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Opie trembled as the 11 other villagers turned towards him, their eyes glowing madly. “Lynch him!” they screamed.
“I’ll get the rope,” Guardian offered sombrely.
A sly grin curled its way along Adel’s face. “No,” she spoke with a hint of sadistic glee, as her head turned towards Oman, “I have a
much
better idea. Oman, I think opie would love to hear some of your limericks before he dies.”
Oman clapped his hands in excitement and began reciting:
“
There once was a girl named Maria,
Who had dreadfully bad gonorr--
“
“NO!” moaned Xylthixlm.
“I think,” suggested Adel, “That opie deserves to have the…er…pleasure of your poetry in a private area, like your own house. That way he can appreciate your eloquence without being distracted by the rest of us.”
“Good idea,” grinned Oman, as he slapped handcuffs onto opie and led him away, “Come with me for a real treat.”
The other ten sighed with relief, and waited. After a few minutes, opie’s scream rang out from across the other side of the village.
A few minutes later Oman returned, a confused look on his face. “Er…” he began, “Opie died while I was reciting. He must have had a heart attack from the fear of being killed…or something. Can I recite my limerick for you guys instead?”
The ten exchanged nervous glances and Erg0 spoke up, “It’s getting awfully late. I’d love to hear your poetry, but I think we all need to head home. But first we had better check up on opie.” The other 9 villagers nodded vigorously and ran out of the room, Oman following.
They found opie’s body in Oman’s house, slumped in a chair at the dining-room table. His mouth was hanging open, and severe bruising on his head made it apparent that he bashed himself to death against the table. “I don’t know why he did that. He must have been too excited,” mumbled Oman. The villagers searched opie’s clothing, but found nothing. They had sentenced an innocent townie to the most hideous death imaginable.
Opie,
Townie
, was lynched D1
You have
72 hours
to get any night choices in to me.
Tuesday March 4, 11:05 AM GMT+10
