I watched unfolding madness, with countless squabbling idiots searching for a so-called jester...but why would I have a fucking jester in my prison?
I looked at jesus and supposed both names started with j...are they really that stupid? But then again, they
did get arrested, so I can't say much for their intelligence.
Shit. Pressure built in my bowels, and I knew I shouldn't have eaten those six breakfast burritos...shit. I dashed from my recliner into the adjacent restroom and relieved myself.
Splashing coincided with a bang.
I hopped from toilet to the monitors, pants still hanging at my ankles. Something caught my eye immediately.
It was that one sketchy guy, the one who never seemed to take a bath but always tried to get near the other prisoners. No one really important, I thought. Blood poured from a bullet wound in his head. Giggles off screen were followed by, "I did it! Take that, CAL fuckers! I did better than all of you ever will!"
Brow furrowed, I searched other cameras for the killer but found nothing.
Oh well.
Kessobahn is dead, he was dktorode and innocent.
It is still day. 7 votes to lynch or night, 9 hours left.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 05 March 2009 - 03:07 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.