You rise, grateful to see the light of day once again. Too nervous and shaken from previous events to eat, you walk slowly to the town square.
When you get there, everyone looks at you strangely. Unsure what’s going on, you look around and see nothing. Then you look down and realize that you’re still in your Detroit Lions footie pajamas. You grin sheepishly, then ask if everyone wouldn’t mind stopping by your place on the way to the missing Empking’s house.
The 6 of you head back, now all properly clothed. You reach Empking’s house, where you walk in past the already-broken door. Other than the door, the house seems undisturbed. You make your way into his bedroom, where Empking lies, still asleep.
A sigh of relief escapes your collective lips. One of you attempts to wake him, but he will not wake. You all take turns: shouting his name, shaking him, even tickling him, but nothing. That’s when you notice the bottle on the dresser. The label says, very simply, ‘cyanide.’ He had been poisoned in his sleep.
You walk dejectedly back to the square, your hope deflated. Seven people have died in the past 3 days, and only 1 of them should have. You pick up your step, though, in anticipation of finding revenge against the killers.
You reach the square, and MOD speaks:
Empking was a
Vanilla Townie
.
Day 4 begins now. With 6 alive, it takes 4 to lynch. Deadline is February 24th at 2 PM, Mountain Time.
Current Avatar: Kronk. Duh.