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Several of the animated characters appeared to be rather stand-offish and uncommunicative. Perhaps they were upset at the carnage from last night? Or maybe they were just getting into the “spirit” of things (that’s a drinking joke, fellas). Either way, not much happened.
Nobody has been captured!
Night 3 begins now and you have 24 hours to submit your night actions. Day 4 will begin Tuesday evening.
Now here is your drinking game for the evening. Click on the link below, and using rules 1 (drink on “space” or “super”), 3 (drink every time someone speaks a foreign language), and 5 (drink when they’ve “GOT TO [do something]” and chug if they’ve got to do it “FAST”), submit your number of drinks with your night action. Remember, you don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.
After the last night, all pretense of civility had left the animated party-goers when darkness fell. As soon as the sun set, they immediately leapt off the couch/recliner/bar stool/passed out guest where they had been perched for the last day. Blood was in the air… at least, we’re pretty sure it was blood. The animators could have always used the incorrect color again and this red stuff was just water or something. Batman has temporarily turned orange before and Black Vulcan’s sleeves fly off randomly all the time, so anything is possible.
***
The shadowy figure observing the bank of video monitors was in for quite the show tonight. From a variety of angles, he observed a twisted chain of events unfold, and a grin slowly split his face.
“Excellent,” he crooned, “Most excellent.”
***
The giant form had passed over the brightly clad character, its work finished for now. As the giant turned back towards home, already thinking about its next move, it began shrinking down to its normal, feminine form. Just as she was about to reach the safety of home, she was struck from behind by an unseen attacker!
“You shredded my dress!” shrieked Giganta (town)! CarlosMucha can’t go out in public in this state of disarray and has been removed from the game.
***
“HQ, this is car 54, over.”
“Roger, car 54, we read you, over.”
“Yeah, HQ, that guy is back, over.”
“What guy, 54, over?”
“That hand stand guy from the other day. Should we just turn the hose on him or something? Advise, HQ, over.”
***
The disheveled form sighed deeply to itself. It had been a busy night, but all the tests had failed. As the disheveled form consulted its clipboard of results, a voice called, “Hey, come over here!”
The disheveled form looked around and saw a blonde head peaking up from a nearby fountain.
“Yeah, you! Come over here, please!”
The disheveled form stared for a few more second while the blonde head pleaded for it to come closer. Finally, the disheveled form silently shrugged its shoulders and kept going on about its business.
“Aww… come on… you’re no fun!” the blonde head called after him.
***
The dark shape fired another brilliant blue beam at its target, but at the last moment the target was grabbed by a pair of large hands and carried away out of the path of the beam.
“Shoot,” croaked the dark shape, “Oh well, better luck next time.”
***
The night had been busy, and much had been unclear and indistinct to the viewer. What could he do? They had him trapped in their idiot clutches, bleeding the intelligence from him with every poorly animated pratfall and badly written bit of dialogue. If this did not end soon, would his mind break? Would he put on a green cape and call himself “Marvin” and fight crime with his dog? If so, which dog? He’d have to pick one and the other might get jealous. He’d have to ponder this weighty matter more as his sanity hung on the brink…
Two players have been silenced.
Day 4 begins now. Night 4 will begin in 24 hours (Wednesday night EST). With 15 players remaining, 8 votes are needed for a majority