ON EARTH…
The giant head is still present on the horizon in the morning, and he still seems to be staring straight at all of the remaining characters. As they gathered in the street to watch him and decide what to do, the head’s voice boomed once more:
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!"
Well – as is normal - Rick had come well prepared this morning, and after fiddling momentarily with his watch, the outside of his home abruptly sprouted several large speakers and a stage. Rick excitedly dragged instruments out of his garage, and grabbed two of the other characters up on stage as backup.
He picked up a microphone, looked up at the giant head, and began
singing…
“Oh, yeah!
You gotta get schwifty.
You gotta get schwifty in here.
It's time to get schwifty.
Oh oh.
You gotta get schwifty…”
…and so on. As the last notes died down and the tambourine halted, the head just continued to watch intently.
“
HMM….” And then a slow smile crept across his face,
“I LIKE WHAT YOU GOT. GOOD JOB!”
He abruptly flew away.
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“What. The. Hell?!” were the first words out of everybody’s mouths, and Rick treated them to a condescending look before jumping down from the stage and explaining. “That, my friends, was a Cromulon from the Signus-5 expanse. After they show up at a planet, the only way to get them to leave is to show them a
hit song. It has to be newly composed, catchy and original – they feed on the talent and showmanship of us less evolved life forms.”
“Hopefully that top hit that we just supplied them will –
*buuurrrp* - do it. Good ole Rick coming to the rescue again.” He looked very pleased with himself. "See, you just gott-"
He was cut off abruptly as the ground shook once again, tumbling the group into a mess of limbs. The sky was suddenly filled with Cromulons, and a deep voice filled the air once more:
"YOU HAVE SHOWN US WHAT YOU GOT - AND IT IS GOOD. NOW WE WILL SEE WHICH OF YOU HAS GOT THE MOST."
"You have 24 hours - 7 groups, 7 songs. But in the end, there can only be one winner of the 993rd Planet Music contest!"
"Don't be like the Parblesnops. SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!"
The group just stared.
What the **** was going on.
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Oh, and later everyone found
@dyachei ’s dead body in her home. She had been strangled with no evidence of a struggle.
Dead is @dyachei, Morty - a villager who could 98
dh1si vareg!e18t 0#ius, ac placerat e?l and PM with Rick.
It is now Day 4. The lynch deadline is at 9PM EST, or if a very significant majority is accumulated.
You have been provided a chat within your group for the next 24 hours (until night closes tomorrow) - use this to compose your best, rickdickulous song to be entered into the Cromulon's contest. Of course, you can also just talk strategy.
Entry is NOT mandatory, but there will be some very helpful and turbulent prizes for the players that compose the best song. Songs should be submitted by night close (9am) tomorrow.
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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
DVMDream
Anatomy Park
kcoughli
allieh8607
rockatiel
Jerryboree!
alohacat319
Zensing
PrincessButterCup
Caia
DEAD
SFSteph - Morty Jr.
Rogert - Scary Terry
Lupin - Tiny Rick
Finnickthedog - Summer
Dyachei - Morty
