Hello, everyone. I apologise for being gone for so long. I saw that a lynch had been reached last night and began writing flavour. I was done within half an hour or so, but my internet connection went 'out' and I had to log a fault with the company. It's fix now, though, so here is your vote count and flavour.
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Please inform me if I have in any way counted the current votes incorrectly.
Vote count:
A_Future_Pilot: 8 votes - Lifthrasil, Robbeasy, adaliabooks, yogsloth, Leonard03, cristigale, Sage103082, JMich
Robbeasy: 1 vote - flubbucket
Sage103082: 3 votes - Bookwyrm627, HypersomniacLive, HijacK
yogsloth: 2 votes - trentonlf, A_Future_Pilot
A majority decision has been reached.
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The conversation had finally reached its conclusion. The participants had made up their minds. As one they stated clearly: A_Future_Pilot must go. Seats were pushed back and as one the group stood, glancing at one another to see who would make the first move. Suddenly, JMich jumped up onto the desk and kicked A_Future_Pilot in the jaw. With a sickening cracking noise A_Future_Pilot feel to the ground. The beating commenced everyone eager to get in their blows.
The frenzy persisted for several minutes. The blows became at first almost lazy, then tired and weak, before stopping altogether. The game show contestants looked at one another, content in the knowledge that they'd done away with A_Future_Pilot. Something, however, was very wrong.
Looking past one another for the first time, they noticed that the room had melted totally away. They stood upon a vast plane of nothingness, white in colour, which stretched away as far as the eye could see. Perhaps this was all a trick, the show's host was no doubt somewhere just out of view, ready to jump in with a quip and information about how they were to proceed. Surely, that must be the case. A_Future_Pilot's corpse stood up.
Bemused and increasingly afraid, the group was caught between the need to run and the impulse beat A_Future_Pilot again. Before anything could be done, A_Future_Pilot's mouth opened wide and vomited forth a large, livid yellow stream of liquid. The flow seemed unstoppable, and soon something else was clear: A_Future_Pilot's corpse was deflating. For several minutes this continued, while the contestants stood looking on in horror, until finally the corpse was totally deflated, nothing more than a sack of skin. The more troubling thing was that, there before the group, stood a pug, wearing a derby and monocle, made from the yellow liquid that came from the corpse.
"Hello," said the pug, its accent was slightly odd, but then again, no one was really sure what pugs made of livid yellow plasma were supposed to sound like. "I'm terribly sorry about all of this, ladies and gentleman. It's just-Well, you see, I'm your moderator, and... Oh, how do I explain this? Hmmh, well, I'll just come out with it: I'm dreadfully bored writing the game show flavour. I literally came up with it over dinner and I didn't really think it through. I hope you can forgive me, but from here on in I'll be abandoning any semblance of sense, and just writing, well, whatever, really."
With that, he turned around, picked up A_Future_Pilot's corpse in his mouth, floated a couple of feet into the air, and began to shake it vigorously. From it fell a railroad spike, which pierced the ground and kept on burrowing. Soon a crack developed along the flat, white plane, which spread until it spanned to each horizon. Far off, the group heard a crack, and then one half of the plane fell away into a great void. They watched the flat nothingness fall into another, bigger nothingness, and continued to stare as water began to well up from a place that was very far away and at once rather too near.
"Look for the Mafia and all that," the pug, wearing A_Future_Pilot's deflated body as cape, suggested. "See you round."
They stood there looking out at the calm surface of a spontaneous sea, their feet in the cool water. They watched the pug fly ever higher, receding from view as he ascended. Wracked with despair, they each wondered off into their own bits of nothing. Not so far that they could not see one another, but with enough space to be alone. Slowly they went from standing to sitting to lying down. Sleep seemed impossible, but it came eventually.
A_Future_Pilot has been killed, he (?) was the Town Jack of All Trades.
It is now night. Those that have night actions can now send them in to me. The night phase shall last no longer than two days and a few hours. I expect all night actions to be in by 25 April at 19:00 P.M. I will be using my own time zone to keep track of this, so you should note that South African time is GMT+1.
If you have a night action but do not want to use it, you are strongly encourage to send me a message stating that you will not be using your power.
Post edited April 22, 2015 by CSPVG
