The final finishing touches are being given to the venues of the meetings, conferences and entertainment. Everything is in readiness for the first ever World's Fair opening tomorrow morning. You go about your assigned areas and carry out the final duties. Nothing is out of place and you hope it will carry on this way. Nothing ought to ruin this fair. Well, nothing can. Who would want to make trouble in this particular village? No one. That's who.
Satisfied with your checklist, you head back to your abode to rest, looking forward to the festivities of the coming days.
Later that night...
Fuldu was heading back to the inn, glowing, after having cornered another hapless victim. It was oh so fun to belittle and nag at others. And this village did particularly provide the choicest of opportunity of fuelling his passion. No way was he going back to Lutetia. People simply had no time for him there. No time to speak, leave alone strike up an argument. And then, these little spats with the husband happened all the time. Eventually, he'd come to the inn, trying to woo back the love of his life. Till then, he would enjoy his temperory freedom from the household chores. Aah! It was great to be pampered at the inn. No washing, cooking, cleaning. Bliss!
While all these merry thoughts played tag across Fuldu's mind, he did not notice the tall, broad figure following him. A pair of arms embraced him and closed over his eyes. For a minute there, Fuldu thought it was the Chief being romantic and feeling sorry. But wait! The Chief had never been able to embrace Fuldu fully, despite his small size. The Chief's belly always got in the way! Just as he prepared to scream, one of the hands clamped down on his mouth and in one quick motion, Fuldu's head turned round to look at his attacker. Unfortunately, it was only the head that turned and not the body. With the medulla snapped, Fuldu never registered who attacked him.
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In another part of town, a tall slender shadow emerged from one of the huts and headed over to the Smithy. The tall, broad shouldered smith looked formidable and could probably handle a weapon quite well. Most of the remaining Gauls seemed unimpressive and it seemed sensible to take out the seemingly dangerous ones first. ZONEACE the village smith was bent over his forge when the stranger entered,
"Hello there! How can I be of service today?"
"Greetings. Would you mind taking a look at my sword? It seems to have become quite blunt lately and caught on a bit of rust."
"Let's see. Why?! That looks like blood! The moisture's that does the sword in and it rusts. It's congealed now. You need to moisten it and rub it off with some polish. The blade does not seem too rusty to me."
"Quite. Let's fix that then, shall we?"
Saying so, the stranger thrust the sword into Fulliautomatix's solar plexus and it came out all gory. (Al Gore?
)
'Thank you so much for the assistance," said the stranger, "It's all moist now and I'll be sure to wipe it clean and take much better care of it!"
Safety tip:
Always
make sure that you are handed swords, scissors, knives or other such nasty pointy objects, handle first or it can lead to some unfortunate accidents and messy situations!
This has been your public service message for the day.
The next morning...
The whole town wakes to find Impedimenta sprawled just at the edge of the town square and everyone is shocked. Of all the places in the known world, how could such a thing happen here? In this village? And to the Chief's wife? A quick head count is done and you see three notable people missing. Messengers are sent to the Smithy and Geriatrix's house. The ones from the Smithy come back with the body of Fulliautomatix and the messenger to the house of Geriatrix brings with him, a hysterical Mrs. Geriatrix who claims that her husband has disappeared into thin air. gramathy went out for a walk last night and never quite came back. How can someone just dispappear like that? Especially not at his age. Surely, he couldn't have gone flying? But the facts remain mystifying. Only his cane is found just in front of the porch of his house.
Fuldu, Impedimenta - the Chief's Wife has had his medulla snapped.
ZONEACE, Fulliautomatix the blacksmith, has been stabbed
and gramathy, Geriatrix, is nowhere to be found.
It is day one and 26 people are still in and around the village. 14 votes to lynch.
Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life.