In the distance, a shadowy figure made its way through the rose bushes, running frantically from an unseen pursuer. The sounds of its footsteps masked the soft pattering of the rain. Rain almost never fell in this garden, but the runner had no luxury to ponder this. Over the sound of her panting and rustling, Lady Lambdadelta could hear the sounds of wooshing behind her. The Siestas' arrows were following her. She knew they had a certain deadly accuracy, and if she didn't find a way to stop them, they would engulf and incinerate her. It did not matter that she was the Witch of Certainty in a realm high above. Here, she was a mortal, a piece placed by someone controlling the game board. Even as a piece, however, she did not want to die.
Around and around she ran, following the walls of the labyrinth in vain hope of escape. She cursed her low visibility; on the best of days, the inhabitants of the island would have had some trouble with the maze, yet here she was trying to get out in the dead of night. She stretched her hand out to feel her way through this section of the maze, and then she was met by thorns. Dead end. Lady Lambdadelta spun around to run back, but her return route was a dead end. Golden threads, weaving themselves through the walls of the rose bushes, aimed at their target. It was then that she realized that her loss in this game had been a certainty from the very beginning. The arrows did not stop. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and --
...woke up screaming in the middle of the ballroom. "Nightmare, nightmare, it was only a nightmare," she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She looked around and saw that everyone else was still asleep at their tables. Nothing seemed amiss. She thought back to the previous afternoon, where, together with the other members of their impromptu lynch mob, she had taken out snowjorden. She'd figured that he was one of the murderers, but she was still a little surprised when she saw the gun.
The gun! They had forgotten to take the gun from snowjorden. Lady Lambdadelta stood up and ran toward the stage. She had to make sure it was still there, and they needed to figure out a way to hold onto it lest someone else got killed. However, she didn't need to walk very far to see that the spot by snowjorden's body was... empty.
"I couldn't just leave it there," came a voice from behind her. "It still had a couple of shots in it. It would've been wasteful to not use them."
Lady Lambdadelta recognized the voice, but what good did that knowledge do when she wasn't able to disseminate it? In a flash, before she could scream, her attacker's hands clamped over her mouth. She attempted to struggle out of the attacker's hold on her but to no avail. She was pushed into the wall and pinned there. There was no way out now. She took a long, hard look at the face of the one holding her.
"Sweet dreams."
With that, Lady Lambdadelta was welcomed into the Golden Land. It's okay. You'll see her again soon. I can guarantee that.
Around and around she ran, following the walls of the labyrinth in vain hope of escape. She cursed her low visibility; on the best of days, the inhabitants of the island would have had some trouble with the maze, yet here she was trying to get out in the dead of night. She stretched her hand out to feel her way through this section of the maze, and then she was met by thorns. Dead end. Lady Lambdadelta spun around to run back, but her return route was a dead end. Golden threads, weaving themselves through the walls of the rose bushes, aimed at their target. It was then that she realized that her loss in this game had been a certainty from the very beginning. The arrows did not stop. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and --
...woke up screaming in the middle of the ballroom. "Nightmare, nightmare, it was only a nightmare," she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She looked around and saw that everyone else was still asleep at their tables. Nothing seemed amiss. She thought back to the previous afternoon, where, together with the other members of their impromptu lynch mob, she had taken out snowjorden. She'd figured that he was one of the murderers, but she was still a little surprised when she saw the gun.
The gun! They had forgotten to take the gun from snowjorden. Lady Lambdadelta stood up and ran toward the stage. She had to make sure it was still there, and they needed to figure out a way to hold onto it lest someone else got killed. However, she didn't need to walk very far to see that the spot by snowjorden's body was... empty.
"I couldn't just leave it there," came a voice from behind her. "It still had a couple of shots in it. It would've been wasteful to not use them."
Lady Lambdadelta recognized the voice, but what good did that knowledge do when she wasn't able to disseminate it? In a flash, before she could scream, her attacker's hands clamped over her mouth. She attempted to struggle out of the attacker's hold on her but to no avail. She was pushed into the wall and pinned there. There was no way out now. She took a long, hard look at the face of the one holding her.
"Sweet dreams."
With that, Lady Lambdadelta was welcomed into the Golden Land. It's okay. You'll see her again soon. I can guarantee that.
Lady Lambdadelta,
townie
, was killed on Night 1!Day 2 begins now.
That was a huge misunderstanding. Re-read again our argument and you will see that she accused me of changing my vote, which I didn't do.
