Posted 15 June 2009 - 08:07 PM
It is Day 8. 14 hours and 40 minutes remaining
9 Players still alive: Emurlahn, Hood's Path, Korvalain, Liosan, Meanas, Rashan, Ruse, Telas, Tennes
5 votes to lynch, 5 votes to go to night
5 votes for Meanas: ( Liosan, Telas, Rashan, Korvalain, Emurlahn )
Players not voted: Hood's Path, Meanas, Ruse, Tennes
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Scene c/o D'rek...
Weary and dehydrated, the band of adventurers nevertheless find the strength to encircle Meanas, shoving him about while they hoarsely utter their accusations:
"There are real Heshette Tribesmen after all!" shouts a middle-aged woman as she plunges a screwdriver into his ribs.
"You recruited Fener, you bastard!" bellows a robed desert warrior bearing a jewel-studded scimitar.
"Revenge for our brother. Alalalalalalalalalalalah!" ululates a pair turbaned fellows on horses.
A brief flare of yellow light emerges from Meanas' eyes, evidence enough for the mob around him. Meanas swings his sword wildly, clearing a space for only a brief moment before his companions begin closing in once more. Ripping off his heavy cloak, Meanas reveals two enormous feather wings and launches skyward.
At a height of eight men above the ground, he turns to issue a retort upon the mob below when an enormous hand grabs hold of him and squeezes until he no longer breathes. As the giant John Anchor lays the body upon the ground, the crowd sees the corpse regress a couple decades in age to that of a young boy with softer skin and smaller wings. A golden spirit emerges from the body and hurtles upwards into the heavens.
Meanas (Sir Thursday) is dead. He was Sillister Trench.
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Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.