EVENING ELEVEN
Some decisions had been reached, though perhaps not everyone really knew what they were doing. Nevertheless, the first thing the town wanted to do was get rid of
Capt Blackadder.
Action Votes
Lynch
Capt Blackadder 5 - Diamondeye, landlubber, Love, RRaskolnikov, SS-18 ICBM Virote_Considon
Owen Glyndwr 1 - johnhughthom
RRRaskolnikov 1 - Capt Blackadder
Virote_Considon 1 - Capt Blackadder
Search the village 4- johnhughthom, Love, RRRaskolnikov, Virote_Considon
So a lynch mob was gathered, and they chased him till he was cornered on a balcony.
"Stop, what have I ever done to you! I want to help my countrymen." He protested.
"Yeah right, you're Benedict Arnold" someone in the crowd responded.
"Wha...but...what does that have to do with anything?" Blackadder said with uncertainty. The crowd simply would not be swayed, however, and closed in, pushing him off the ledge to his death.
Capt Blackadder was dead
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After this display of violence, the crowd didn't decide to lynch anyone else, so they searched the rest of this strange village. All sorts of traps and pitfalls, a giant chess board in the middle of a park, and other oddities were found. But only one interesting item was retrieved - a brightly colored
Umbrella that would be voted on the next time.
In fact, as for the rest of the items kept in public view, as the town gathered at the end of the day lots of different people were moving towards them.
"Why don't I take this" one said. Or, "surely I can have this"
But these attempts were turned down by the town at large:
"Sure, everyone would want to take an item himself, but we've collectively decided to keep them here safely, even if no one has them it also means they can't be used to evil ends."
So
no items were voted to anyone today. And again, the radio sets were silent...
It is now Night 11. Those of you with NIGHT orders to send, please do so NOW.
Day in 24 hours.