The townspeople awoke in the morning after a fitful night of sleep. Some idiot had been running around screaming bloody murder, while another idiot chased him around with what sounded like a gun...oh wait. As the truth suddenly dawned on the assembled people, they let out a collective gasp-- somebody had been killed during the night! However, looking around, they noticed nobody among them was missing, except for the town drunk. Figuring that somebody may have decided to put him out of his misery, they walked over to his usual, super secret, hiding place.
When they arrived, they saw immediately that his home had been shot up, and the drunk himself was nowhere to be found. They sighed, said a few half hearted words, and went back to their homes. Breakfast was waiting after all. Eggs. You can't ignore eggs for just any old reason.
One of their number was in for a nasty shock though. When said, unnamed person, returned to their home, they saw the town drunk happily feasting away.
"Hey, have you tried these eggs? They're to die for!"
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