Another sad day in town, as the remaining members of the villager dropped their votes into the ballot box and said their choices aloud. With an overwhelming majority, Qazplm601 was strung up by the neck and hung for all to see. As everyone was watching, the fine threads of the rope began to snap. One or two, slowly at first...but they began to speed up as the rope lost it's strength. Suddenly the rope snapped and Qazplm601 fell to the ground...still alive!!!
While everyone was trying to ponder what this stroke of luck for Qaz meant, that strange lightning shot from the sky again...zapping Sleepyscumbag so hard that it lifted him at least 7 feet off the ground and through the window of the bar. Unbelievably...he walked out of the door of the bar back towards the group...hair on fire and smoking...but otherwise unharmed.
What a strange day...two people should have been dead...but yet were not, what could this mean? As everyone talked about this over their trusty pints...they felt the chill of the night air coming in from the open door. It was too late to head to their rooms now, so there they sat...ale in hand, trying to keep their spirits up while keeping one eye on the door at all times.
SkeletonPunk saw it first, the rush of gray fur speeding past the open door, past the broken window, and down the street. Something in him snapped, he just couldn't handle it anymore. He stood up from his bar stool and began running towards the door...no one tried to stop him. Grabbing a spear that was hung on the wall he ran out the door and around the corner...the rage in his eyes was unmistakeable...he was going to kill these beasts or die trying...he just couldn't live in fear anymore!
While the other villagers sat inside, too afraid to move, and wondering if someone might have put something in SkeletonPunk's drink...the howling and screaming from outside became louder and fiercer. A few people could have sworn they heard two different voices in the struggle. After about 15 minutes the struggle die down...everyone was quite impressed that SkeletonPunk had lasted so long...but they knew it was futile in the end...one person just couldn't face the beasts alone!
That's when they heard it...footsteps on the wooden sidewalk outside the door. Slow, dragging footsteps...it sounded like the feet of a beast slowly stalking towards them. It was too dark to see the details of the figure as it crossed in front of the window...and then opened the door and dragged itself in.
It was SkeletonPunk! He was alive!..but, who was that carrying him...it looked like Not_Steve, but that couldn't be true...hadn't he been killed? Just then, the sun finally began to rise again.
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- Not_Steve was resurrected by the Resurrection Stone
- Sleepyscumbag was smote due to not voting, but survived
- Qazplm601 was lynched, but survived
- SkeletonPunk was attacked by wolves, but survived
Also, a friendly reminder...if anyone has private conversations going, I'd love to be invited to them to see what's going on behind the scenes .