Update Thirteen
I could say that alcohol delayed the update, but I prefer to leave things vague. I'm a mystery writer, after all. But it comes naturally to me. When you lock heads with the best, you quickly get better--or else! (see how I did it again?)
For instance, check this out:
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Shepherd sprig stumbled across his room. It was dark. A silhouette spoke despite the fact that silhouettes were just outlines and couldn't really speak. Despite being all the way across the quite spacious room (sprig of course had shady contacts in the world of the underworld), the silhouette spoke chillingly close to his ear, as opposed to his foot:
"You die now."
"No!" yelled sprig loudly. He had to somehow show everyone the conspiracy that led to the conspiracy involving his death. But it was too late. He was silenced.
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I don't know about you, but that's some quality writing. Oh, and that sprig fellow?
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Everyone's eyes were on the Novelist. By now, though, they were too tired to care about his writeup of the events. It sucked rather hardcore, as the super hip would say. There were more pressing issues though. There still needed to be a mayor, the ornamental sword still needed to go someplace, and somewhat alarmingly there were no more Hippus present in the town. Even if they got through this conflict okay, there would be no more neutral third party to negotiate conflicts with.
It is now DAY!
Vote for a lynch in bold!
Vote for mayorship in bolded red!
Vote for the ornamental sword in bolded blue!
Day ends October 13th.
I could say that alcohol delayed the update, but I prefer to leave things vague. I'm a mystery writer, after all. But it comes naturally to me. When you lock heads with the best, you quickly get better--or else! (see how I did it again?)
For instance, check this out:
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Shepherd sprig stumbled across his room. It was dark. A silhouette spoke despite the fact that silhouettes were just outlines and couldn't really speak. Despite being all the way across the quite spacious room (sprig of course had shady contacts in the world of the underworld), the silhouette spoke chillingly close to his ear, as opposed to his foot:
"You die now."
"No!" yelled sprig loudly. He had to somehow show everyone the conspiracy that led to the conspiracy involving his death. But it was too late. He was silenced.
--
I don't know about you, but that's some quality writing. Oh, and that sprig fellow?
Spoiler :
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Everyone's eyes were on the Novelist. By now, though, they were too tired to care about his writeup of the events. It sucked rather hardcore, as the super hip would say. There were more pressing issues though. There still needed to be a mayor, the ornamental sword still needed to go someplace, and somewhat alarmingly there were no more Hippus present in the town. Even if they got through this conflict okay, there would be no more neutral third party to negotiate conflicts with.
It is now DAY!
Vote for a lynch in bold!
Vote for mayorship in bolded red!
Vote for the ornamental sword in bolded blue!
Day ends October 13th.
), I doubt the inactivity is really something to hold against him.
