Update Eleven
It was a strange night when Retired Soldier Winston Hughes wasn't out and about on the streets. Usually he could be found on his favorite street corner knocking back a few and generally smelling like something disagreeable had come up to him and proceeded to vomit all over him, which, granted, was only true once in a while. Were this a normal day, once the sun's rays had pierced through the cloudy sky to greet the citizens of Traum with an apathetic affect, Winston Hughes would have completely failed to notice and do nothing.
It was, however, a strange night. And even more so, because Winston's body actually reacted due to the sun rise, although to say that is a logical fallacy. Rather, he did something and the sun happened to be shining at the same time. What he did was to catch his own head in his lap.
It would have been a neat trick regardless of whether or not Winston Hughes was actually a magician, but in this case, although he had many tricks up his sleeve for getting the better-off to donate some monetary sum for the procurement of fermented grains, his illusionist sleight-of-hands did not extend in the corporeal realm. Everybody had to assume that this was reality.
Eventually someone was brave enough to dig through his belongings, and they found the ornamental sword from earlier. There was also the matter of the mayorship.
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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 8th!
If I was a killer, I wouldn't be coming after you like this. Why go for a harder target than necessary?
