"HUUUURGGEHH". FFM wiped the vomit from his mouth and smiled down warmly at the mailman in his arms. "Welcome to.......oh. Hi guys....what are you doing here?" He flinched and straightened, finally noticing the gathering crowd.
Their leader sneered, and spit. "We know the truth about you. If you're not one of us, you're one of them!"
"It's the end of the road," another crowed. "Prepare to meet your maker!"
"My maaan!" chimed in a third.
FFM scowled. These single-minders would never understand him, never appreciate what he could do for their society. If only given the chance, he could transform the hellscape these men called "free will" into a paradise of peace, harmony, and solidarity. "I can give you purpose!" he pleaded. "I can reform your criminals!" But the crowd pushed closer, deaf to his cries. He caught a glimpse of LIS out of the corner of his eye. "Please, please wait! I...I can turn your grumpy old men into cheerful, docile old men! I can make you all happy, I swear I can!"
But his pleas made no impact. "Who wants to do the honors?" asked the leader, dragging a long, curved blade menacingly down FFM's cheek.
"OBJECTION!"
The roar came from behind them, and the sound of it seemed to shake the very ground they were standing on. The leader dropped his knife in surprise.
"I hold in my hand an OFFICIAL INJUCTION, signed by the Judicial Minister of the Galactic Federation himself! Cease and desist this unlawful execution IMMEDIATELY!"
Scowling, the leader grabbed the document and began to read aloud. "This is a non-molestation order made against the participants of WWubba Lubba Dub Dub on January 26th, 2016 by the Judicial Minister of the Galactic Federation. Participants must not use or threaten violence against the applicant, must not intimidate, harass or pester the applicant, must not.....yeah, yeah, okay, I get it. We'll leave him alone for tonight. Are you happy?"
"Quite," roared the interloper. "Now I suggest you all go home."
Once again, you haven't lynched anyone. I hope you're happy with yourselves.
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The group had just begun to sulk off home, when the ground began abruptly shaking and wind picked up, buffeting the homes on both sides of the street. An enormously loud “CRACK” reverberated through the air, and all the remaining characters were forced to leap, skitter or fly out of the way as a deep crack appeared down the center of the road and several houses disappeared into a large sinkhole. (Thankfully, they all belonged to dead players. Convenient, eh?)
The daylight, already fading, suddenly took on a terrifying red tinge and someone gasped and pointed skyward. A giant head had appeared over a nearby mountain range, framed ominously by flames that were spewing clouds of dark smoke:
The head seemed to be staring directly at the group. After a second or two, he cleared his throat and proclaimed in a deep voice:
“SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!”
It is now Night 3. Day deadline is 9am EST, or earlier if all actions are in.
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ROSTER
Harry Herpson High School
StartingoverVet
WildZoo
Flim Flam Man
Katashark
St. Equis Hospital
hazelmoo
Stb1473
Cyndia
Devastating
BLIPS AND CHIITTZZZ!
Mad Jack
LadyOtheFarm
heyyimhayley
Citadel of Ricks
Teepster87
Jilary
Touchpause13
Pluto
hedgiehog
LetItSnow
dyachei
DVMDream
Anatomy Park
kcoughli
allieh8607
rockatiel
Jerryboree!
alohacat319
Zensing
PrincessButterCup
Caia
DEAD
SFSteph - Morty Jr.
Rogert - Scary Terry
Lupin - Tiny Rick
Finnickthedog - Summer
who do you suggest lynching then?
