Heck, no!

change vote Loft

for picking on Hatut

Vote: Pax

For being boring on Day 1.

Day 1:

They all gathered around the studio accusing each other of the murder of the dear beloved Colonel Angus. Heated words were exchanged, but they failed to come to a consensus. And so, reluctantly, they turned in for the evening.

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Night 1
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He chomped on a carrot as he picked the lock on the door, listening between chomps for the audible click of the lock tumblers. It didn't take long before the door swung open revealing a dark room. He pulled out a flashlight. He hated being kept in the dark.

He glanced around at what looked to be a workshop full of bizarre tools and electronic gizmos he couldn't identify, along with a soldering tool and bundles of wire. Finally, the glow of his flashlight rested on a small, lamp in the shape of a disfigured elephant. It was an ugly thing, unintentionally ugly he supposed. It looked out of place among the other finely crafted equipment. He went to pull on the elephant's trunk, thinking it would illuminate the workshop.

Suddenly the door kicked open, startling the man as he fumbled with the lamp.

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you." A serious man holding a script grabbed the lamp from his hand and threw it in the trash. "We need you in make-up now!"

Puzzled, the man put away his flashlight, and followed the serious man into the hall, still eating his carrot.

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The young man sat in his convertible, waiting for the sound of an explosion. Suddenly the air got very cold, and he could see his breath. Maybe he should put the top up, he thought. He cocked his head in surprise to hear...what was that? Was that hoof beats?

The black horse galloped at a full stride bearing down on the red head sitting in the car. Its rider exercised one fluid stroke from his arm, unsheathing his sword, striking the teenager, and replacing the sword once more in the scabbard all in a matter of seconds. The horse turned and reared whinnying. The black rider paused for a second, as though he was admiring his handiwork. Then he galloped off into the night.

The police were puzzled to find the body of a boy in his friend's dad's car the following morning, with his head neatly resting on the seat next to him. The boy's ID was a fake, listing him as Brian Johnson, 18 years old, Shermer IL.

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The person noticed something a little "off" about the figure approaching them. Perhaps it was the dirty vintage Civil War outfit. Another look revealed the soldier to be shambling as though wounded. Up close the stench was overbearing. The person froze up as the dessicated remains of Colonel Angus groped at them, arrow still piercing his head. The figure wrestled with Colonel Angus all night, and by the morning their throat was so dry from screaming that they could not speak.

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Their target was easy to find and didn't put up much of a fight. Between the two of them the annoying little man had no chance. One man held him down while the other beat him until he stopped breathing. The two men then dragged the body onto a large carpet. The smaller of the two turned toward the other:

"Did I ever tell you about my friend..."

The larger man cut him off. "The one who used to breast feed Rush Limbaugh?" He began to roll up the carpet with the body still in it.

"Yeah. That's the guy." The smaller man continued, helping him roll the carpet. "Anyway he decides he wants me to go hunting with him, right?"

"Help me here..." His friend interrupted hefting one end of the carpet up.

The smaller man helped lift and continued his story. "So he takes me to the zoo after hours, right? And I tell him I don't think it's fair that we should shoot animals all caged up."

Together they haul the body outside and eventually to the edge of a bridge.

"Well, he agrees. Say's it's not sporting enough. So he jumps in the seal terrarium and starts punching the seals like he was hitting my mother in law or something. Kicking and screaming like a wild man he must've slaughtered 10 of the damn things, choking them with his own hands." He paused.

"You ever had baby seal jerky?"

The larger man's mind wandered as he aimlessly said "Sometimes when I'm watching the discovery channel, I touch myself."

The two heaved the body into over the side of the bridge and into the river below.

"It's the most tender meat ever. Melts in your mouth..."

The two walked off into the night, talking about their friend.


Kedryn was beheaded! He was Anthony Michael Hall (SK) former SNL cast member, former star of TV's DEAD ZONE he was tired of following in Christopher Walken's footsteps, but went out with a whimper instead of a bang.

Groovyboy has been removed from the game! He was??????? The police never fished the body out of the river!

One person is silenced and cannot vote, post, or be voted for today!

With 18 active players, 9 is a majority needed for lynch.

Children, please note: Daddy will be away for a few hours playing heroclix. Play nice!

Awesome. Hilarious. It's so un-Walken.

So we see that once you start, you just have to keep up with the Colonel Angus.

Will be have Colonel Angus every night? Will we get tired of Colonel Angus?

hmmm...

Wow, some of y'all are extremely generous. I feel like Sally Field...

What? Remote from being stoned and thus feeling like life is Fast Forwarding around you?

One SK (I think) got another one classic

I was thinking more likely the Vig got the SK...or is there something you know?

All I know is that I'm not silenced.

Me neither.

Hey Rokk, you have mondo source knowledge, right?

Mind explaining about what's going on in the writeup for those of us who are, shall we say, less knowledgeable?