There was a chill rattling throughout the church. Fingers were pointed, names were called, and eventually a mutual consensus came about after what felt like days within the hours from sunrise to sunset. DarthYoshi and chkflip stood by, almost idle to the situation, as the numbers began shifting back and forth.
"No! That's not true
at all
, I was with this man last night. He's not a murderer. He's not a bad guy at all, so why should we believe the words of someone so discontent?" one man asked the crowd, some shaking their head in agreement.
"You're one to talk," said another. "Yesterday you were one of the shiftiest people throughout the entire church. What's your motive here?"
"Well, I--" the man began to attempt to explain, but he was almost immediately cut off.
"IT'S HIM! And if the rag falls from his pocket like it very well should, this will incriminate and perhaps clear certain individuals amongst us," explained a woman who had remained silent until this moment.
And the people agreed. Nearing the anger of a riot, they began to grab the man and pull him to the makeshift gallows built outside.
"NO! NO!" pleaded the man, shaking and trembling with fear all the way to the noose.
Then he became stoic.
"If it is my death you need to help the greater good... I am a tired man... I accept my fate."
That's all it took. He hung like a sad little Christmas ornament. Well... if their eyes bulged out of the sockets and had a death rattle like something awful.
Velzanath
,
, was lynched!
You have until Monday, Nov 21 at noon pacific to get your night abilities in
to both moderators
.
"Fuck you. I opened up my heart to you and you stabbed it a thousand times." - Gamma, to me, right before confessing to being the town vig and murdering my scum partner N1.