The group took the dead body of Katy Perry and carried her towards the main entrance. There they tossed the dead body on top of a few more: Miley Cyrus, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Justin Timberlake, and Britney Spears. They put a fancy rug back over the bodied to mask the stench that was beginning to come from the pile of dead bodies.
“We really should finish this quick, I don't know how long I'm going to be able to stand the stench if this keeps up.”
“Yeah, me too. This is getting ridiculous.”
“Eh, I don't mind, plenty of blood is a good thing.”
“What was that?”
“Don't you think that's suspicious?”
“Face me when you ask me something.”
“I wasn't talking to you.”
“...”
“Anyway, we haven't lost anyone important, so let's mov—”
“HAVEN'T LOST ANYTHING IMPORTANT?!?! ARE YOU MAD!?!?”
“What.......?”
“We've lost Soulja Boy Tell 'Em! How can you think that's not important?!”
“Because it isn't.....?”
“Are you kidding me? He was smart, funny, talented, handsome, brave, and just so much more! He was the perfect cop!”
“Pfft, he wasn't that good. I could do better.”
“Jealous, much?”
“Anyway guys, we should really look into—”
“No! This dude is an enemy! LYNCH HIM NOW.”
“Just because he doesn't think Soulja Boy Tell 'Em was perfect?”
“Yes.”
“Right...well we're going to tune you out now...”
And thus the group threw a major hissy fit with each other. Soon everyone was sitting in their own corners of the room sulking to themselves, most of them crying over the loss of their beloved Soulja Boy Tell 'Em. The group remained quiet for the majority of the day, with the exception of a person or two.
“Guys, can we please look at this?!?”
Silence.
“God dammit, come on, will someone listen to me? What did Soulja Boy have that I don't? Seriously.”
Silence.
“What about you, what do you think?”
“...”
“Are you even paying attention? I know everyone else is ignoring me on purpose, but you...”
“Are you talking to me? I'm kind of busy right now.”
“With what?”
“...”
“Oh **** you.”
And with that, the last member went off to sulk for the rest of the day. Would a lynch even happen today? Soon it grew close to the twilight hours, however no one seemed to care. Suddenly a masked figure burst through one of the windows on the ceiling, landing gracefully from the near fifty foot drop, surrounded by confetti.
“What the ****?”
“Holy ****.”
“Woah...”
“****ing hot.”
“So are you here to save us!?!”
“Well, I know who the mafia are, but you guys have been too busy crying to yourselves for me to care to help you. I'm just giving you a reminder that I'm lighting this place on fire if you guys don't make up your minds. ^_____^”
“What the hell?!?”
“Now get back to killing each other.”
And with that, the masked figure walked towards the front door, jumping over the dead bodies and opening the door with a key. The doors instantly slammed behind and the sound of them relocking could be heard.
“Motherfu—”
“It's ****ing you!”
“Me? What the?”
“Yes! I was right yesterday and I will be right today! Just wait and see!”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
“Wait! I'm a beautiful princess. Tehehehe. ~^_^~”
“Awww, well we can't kill our princess!”
“What the ****, no that's not a princess. It's a ****ing fat 40 year old man.”
“And how would you know this?!”
“I think she's just jealous.”
“Can you people stop talking to me? I don't respond to you little people.”
“...”
“Anyway, I saw this man kill Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with my own eyes!”
“WHAT?!?!?! SOULJA BOY!?! LYNCH THIS ******!!”
“Noooooooo, I'm beautiful!! I can even talk to MJ!”
“Woah! Really? That's so cool!”
“It's a lie!”
“Maybe you're lying!”
“Anyway, tell us more about MJ!! I loved that man!”
“Yes, do tell!”
And thus the clock ticked closer and closer to nighttime. Suddenly the lights dimmed into an eerie red.
“Oh ****, forgot the one person is going to kill us all if we don't pick someone.”
“Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys!”
“WHAT? GODDAMMIT?!”
“Hi.”
“...”
“I think it's him, can we kill him?”
“Oh sure, why the **** not.”
“What?! Get the **** off of me or I'll ****ing blast your head away!”
“Yeah, you're totally mafia!”
And with that the group grabbed hold of the man. Suddenly a noose lowered from the ceiling as if on cue. Below it a pedestal appeared lined with candles.
“God ****ing dammit. Does everything have to be overboard here? We're musicians, not actors!”
“I'm an actor! I'm going to be in an upcoming movie!”
“Ohhh, you're going to look so sexy in that baby!”
“I know babe, I know.”
“...”
Soon, the group managed to get their choice up the noose, wrapping it around his neck. Suddenly the rope shot upwards, instantly snapping his neck. Satanic chants could be heard as the room grew a darker red and the body spun around lifeless.
“****ing ripping off my live performance is what they're doing! I ****ing hate you all!”
However soon the special effects stopped and the body dropped back down to the ground with a large thud. However, the trench coat the victim was wearing came off during this and the many guns inside were exposed to the group.
“Woah! I think we struck gold with this choice!”
“Yeah, I know, I'm so awesome.”
“No, think again, looks like it was actually one of us.”
“****.”
And with that the frustrated group argued a bit more before heading off to bed.
However, as always, a few seemed to linger behind.
“It's getting dangerous.”
“I have something to admit.”
The voices trailed off before a gasp could be heard. One person emerged from their room to see what was going on, but saw no one there.
“Heh...”
Mike G,
T.I. the
Trigger-Happy Gun Owner has been lynched!
Day 3 has ended!
It is now
Night 4!
Night Actions (active abilities) are due in
72 hours, on
Wednesday October 14th at 11:59pm EST.
Thread has been locked so that there will be no talking at Night.
