Termite Sailors Go Mad: The Game Begins
The furious young sailor marched back from the prow, and after a few hours, he reached the deck, where the remaining thirteen termites were milling around aimlessly.
"Now then lads!" he shouted. "Bad news! The captain's been ant-sassinated, but before he died, he commanded us to fi- hey! You there!" This was directed at a fat termite a few inches away. "Stop eating that wood! We're trying to find the mutineers who've been eating all the wood."
"Those traitors!" burped the fat termite.
"Now," continued the young sailor, "does anyone have any idea how to go about that? Because I'm stumped."
A thinner termite replied, "Maybe we should examine the teethmarks on the wood and check those against the medical records we have on file?"
"That's a brilliant idea!"
The thin sailor narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. "What's a brilliant idea?"
The young termite looked blank. "I... don't remember. But anyway, the obvious course of action is insane, random lynchings, as set out in the Naval Handbook, which unfortunately has been eaten as well."
This set off a chorus of agreement, nods, and proclamations from one sailor that it had been 'delicious'.
It is now DAY!
Vote for who you believe to be a mutineer.
Note: for the first day only, a lynch will only be carried out if the top candidate has at least FIVE VOTES against his name.
The DAY will end at 20.00 GMT Tuesday (i.e. in approximately 48 hours). No votes past that time will be counted.
Have fun!
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