Hairlock stares out of the window. Each dip into the chaos stream has changed him. At first, a twitch here, a comment there but now it is full blown rage. He opens the warren but does not enter, he just stares at the doorway. Should I jump, should I touch the edge, he thinks. He picks up a coin and throws it into the warren, he thinks it catches fire but that could just be his imagination.
"Hairlock what are you doing?" he hears a voice and spins around, his little twig legs almost lose balance but he recovers. The warren snaps shut behind him.
What is he doing? He hears voices but they are not real, they are inside his head. Hey stick thing, you look like a Forkrul Assail's finger! Why are the voices so cruel. Hey twiggy if I put you in water will you float? Do you even breathe? Can you even have sex? Not when it's that time? That's what she has other... Stop! What are you looking at? Who me?
Tattersail walks into the room to see a tiny figure on fire. It takes a moment but she figures it out, it's Hairlock and he is burning himself alive. She moves her arm from left to right dispelling a huge gust of wind towards the window, the fire is instantly consumed but all that remains of Hairlock is a small pile of ash. She falls to her knees...
It is day one: 1 hours 15 minutes until night time.
15 players still alive; Alkend, Ampelas, Bek Okhan, Denul, Eloth, Galayn Lord, Kessobahn, Kilava, Korabas, Lock, Monok Ochem, Okaros, Okral Lom, Rikkter, Tiamatha,
9 votes to lynch, 8 votes to night
3 Votes for Monok Ochem; (
Galayn Lord,
Korabas,
Lock)
1 Votes for Rikkter; (Alkend)
7 votes for Lock; (Kilava, Kessobahn, Rikkter, Tiamatha, Ampelas, Okaros, Eloth)
Players not voted;Bek Okhan, Denul, Monok Ochem, Okral Lom,
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 13 March 2014 - 10:37 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.