“Verily, I wish people would listen to me and give me the credit I know I deserve,” moaned Kicksave, who sat alone next to the dying fire in town square. “I just don’t understand. I have good ideas. I usually can be an integral part, but…nobody likes me. This is non-non-non-non heinous.”
As the tears started to roll down Kicksave’s cheek, someone came out of the night to sit down next to Kicksave.
“Hey, buddy,” the stranger spoke in a concerned, hushed tone, “don’t cry. Let’s wipe those tears away.”
Kicksave sniffled. “Thank you, you are very kind. Nobody pays attention to me around here.” In the fading firelight, Kicksave couldn’t tell if this person was a villager or a vagabond of some sort. The black, hooded cloak wasn’t helping matters, either. “You seem nice, though. Do you want to be friends?”
“Yes, Kicksave. I think we can make great friends. In fact, I know of a few other people who would like to be your friend, as well. Would you care to go and meet them?”
“Boy, would I!”
“Well, then, my child. Let us go and deal with the…formalities…of introductions.”
The two arose from their respective perches and the stranger lead the way into the night lit only by a waning moon. As they walked, Kicksave noticed they were going further and further from town and began to grow a little wary of his situation. It’s one thing being desperate for companionship and another to follow an unknown into strange territory in the middle of the night, considering the last time I did this, he made me play a bunch of weird hide and seek games and blind taste tests…and everything was so salty…
thought Kicksave. “Excuse me, Mr. or Mrs. Stranger…what god do you pray to?”
“Oh, child, I pray to Crom, of course,” the stranger said with a hidden smirk. “However, it is not time for small talk, we have arrived!”
An eerie blue glow covered a clearing in the woods. As Kicksave looked upon the cerulean (it’s a crappy-poet’s word for blue. I’ll save you the trip to dictionary.com)
field everything went hazy…
“Sigh…some just don’t take well to this process…”
Kicksave heard upon awaking, completely paralyzed from the neck down. “What…what’s happening to me?” he cried.
“Oh, you’re awake. Well, I have good news and I have bad news,” the hooded stranger said in a much too casual tone. “The bad news is that I lied. I don’t pray to Crom, I pray to the devil lord Dispater. You aren’t making any new friends and you are going to die alone, in the middle of this clearing. The good news it, your death fuels us and, sadly for us, it is actually going to be quite quick and painless. In fact, it should be happening any second now…any last words?”
“…” He was already dead.
“Oh, what delightful irony!” squealed the stranger…
28 Villagers remain.
3. cup keeper
4. mac5155 (somebody wanted to win the “I have the most numbers in my name” game)
8. Troy Loney
9. the wicked child
14. Twisted Wrister
26. Letang Is The Truth
30. npv708It is now Day 2 and it takes 15 to slay.
Village, you have until 11pm to vote.