The (remnants of the) town could not come to a decision today. Two candidates were lead to the gallows, and neither had a plurality. In desperation, the town realized that they had no mechanism for resolving this situation. Thus, they decided to pray to the RNGod for a resolution. And soon, The Lord came down from the (snow-covered) Heavens and spoke Their Will upon the Mortals gathered below.
"Seriously guys? A tie in LyLo? I will use my powers of random.org. If the number is between 1 and 50, SK hangs. If its between 51 and 100, Kennigit hangs. IA IA RANDOM.ORG FHTAGN!"
"97"
Kennigit, you shall hang today. You are:
Spoiler:
]Elf
Faction: North Pole Town
Verarde: "But wait..."
the randomness deity disappeared into the blizzard.
Verarde: "One of us will die tonight. And there are only three of us. So tomorrow, it will be 1 on 1."
Zack: Indeed.
Southern King: We cannot win that!" (these are the first words the silent Southern King has spoken in the last two days).
Verarde: "We have to surrender."
Zack: "Unconditionally?"
Verarde: "Yes..."
Zack: "MWAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA! Finally, I have won the war on Christmas! I am the Grinch, and you mere elves cannot deny me my victory!"
Verarde: "But... I thought you had become nice and jolly? Didn't your heart grow three sizes? Why are you doing this?"
Zack: "It did grow three sizes... from inflammation. The massive disruptions to my circulatory system nearly killed me. Doctors barely saved my life, and returned my heart to its normal volume. I saw on that day that the War on Christmas could never end in peace. If I did not destroy Christmas, it would destroy me first. And now, I have won."
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(but at least we got Choxorn thanks to that mess)
