Post by Pollux Oil on Jun 19, 2008 19:32:01 GMT -5
Final Vote Count
Kison (7): Nanook, misterblockey, Blaster Master, Merestil Haye, storyteller, Kat, Survivor Smurf
Blaster Master (3): Roosh, hawkeyeop, pedescribe
misterblockey (2): NAF1138, Rysto
Darth Sensitive (2): hockeymonkey, Kison
hockeymonkey (1): bufftabby
storyteller (1): Darth Sensitive
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Things had once again been extremely quiet in Last Bastion. The mysteries behind the deaths of the previous Night weighed heavily on the minds of the townspeople. Even the milkman had gone silent.
First fingers had pointed at Blaster Master for being too quiet. But when he kept being quiet, the town's attention span shifted to others. Misterblockey's head was put on the mister chopping block. "But wait!" He cried out. "I'm not a demon, I'm just a Horseman! I pose no threat!"
Shrugging ambivalently, the town then pointed its fingers towards Darth Sensitive briefly, who just glowered, and then finally as a whole they decided to point at Kison.
Kison refused to move from his position. "This is a mistake. I'm not a demon." He said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Yeah, well that's what they'd all say!"
"Seven people can't be wrong! Get him!"
The town as a whole lunged at Kison, whose defiance quickly turned to fear, so he bolted. But the town had learned from stardragonman's ill-fated attempt at escape and Survivor Smurf was already there to block his retreat. Wild-eyed, Kison turned back to the town to beg.
"Please don't kill me! I don't want to die. Not yet! There is so much work to be done here!"
"Work? You mean like killing more people?"
"Demon scum! Foul beast! Off with his head!"
Forcing him to his knees, the town surrounded Kison, who finally simply hung his head in despair. "If it must be done, I will be the sacrifice. Just remember me...and do what is right....survive...."
Nanook plunged the knife into Kison's chest, and as his captors let him tumble to the ground an object fell from his pocket and skittered across the pavement. Blaster Master knelt down and picked up the object, which caused his face to go white. "Um...I think we've made a mistake." He held the object up for the others to see.
It was a crucifix.
Searching Kison's room forced the town into even more despair. Nothing demon-like was found there, in fact it was quite the opposite. A bible and a journal made it very clear to the townspeople that they had just killed a man of God.
So saddened was the town that they barely noticed Rebel rise and join the ranks of shuffling zombies.
And night fell once again....
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Kison, a Priest (Specialized Cop), has been sent on his holy way.
Rebel is now a zombie. There are now 4 zombies in Last Bastion.
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Night Four begins now. No strategy talk. Night Four will end Saturday at 8 PM EST.
*For the record, I will be at a friend's birthday party for the weekend. However, I should be able to borrow his computer at some point during the evening on Saturday to post Dawn, but it may not be exactly on time.
Kison (7): Nanook, misterblockey, Blaster Master, Merestil Haye, storyteller, Kat, Survivor Smurf
Blaster Master (3): Roosh, hawkeyeop, pedescribe
misterblockey (2): NAF1138, Rysto
Darth Sensitive (2): hockeymonkey, Kison
hockeymonkey (1): bufftabby
storyteller (1): Darth Sensitive
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Things had once again been extremely quiet in Last Bastion. The mysteries behind the deaths of the previous Night weighed heavily on the minds of the townspeople. Even the milkman had gone silent.
First fingers had pointed at Blaster Master for being too quiet. But when he kept being quiet, the town's attention span shifted to others. Misterblockey's head was put on the mister chopping block. "But wait!" He cried out. "I'm not a demon, I'm just a Horseman! I pose no threat!"
Shrugging ambivalently, the town then pointed its fingers towards Darth Sensitive briefly, who just glowered, and then finally as a whole they decided to point at Kison.
Kison refused to move from his position. "This is a mistake. I'm not a demon." He said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Yeah, well that's what they'd all say!"
"Seven people can't be wrong! Get him!"
The town as a whole lunged at Kison, whose defiance quickly turned to fear, so he bolted. But the town had learned from stardragonman's ill-fated attempt at escape and Survivor Smurf was already there to block his retreat. Wild-eyed, Kison turned back to the town to beg.
"Please don't kill me! I don't want to die. Not yet! There is so much work to be done here!"
"Work? You mean like killing more people?"
"Demon scum! Foul beast! Off with his head!"
Forcing him to his knees, the town surrounded Kison, who finally simply hung his head in despair. "If it must be done, I will be the sacrifice. Just remember me...and do what is right....survive...."
Nanook plunged the knife into Kison's chest, and as his captors let him tumble to the ground an object fell from his pocket and skittered across the pavement. Blaster Master knelt down and picked up the object, which caused his face to go white. "Um...I think we've made a mistake." He held the object up for the others to see.
It was a crucifix.
Searching Kison's room forced the town into even more despair. Nothing demon-like was found there, in fact it was quite the opposite. A bible and a journal made it very clear to the townspeople that they had just killed a man of God.
So saddened was the town that they barely noticed Rebel rise and join the ranks of shuffling zombies.
And night fell once again....
-----------
Kison, a Priest (Specialized Cop), has been sent on his holy way.
Rebel is now a zombie. There are now 4 zombies in Last Bastion.
-----------
Night Four begins now. No strategy talk. Night Four will end Saturday at 8 PM EST.
*For the record, I will be at a friend's birthday party for the weekend. However, I should be able to borrow his computer at some point during the evening on Saturday to post Dawn, but it may not be exactly on time.