The shadows of three figures stood tall against the eerie glow that seeped through the cracks
in the walls. If Stephen King could see them right now, he would probably orgasm from the
sheer creepiness. For ECMitchell, Cooperative Sheep and Intermission however, that was just
another boring Sunday morning of murder planning.
addition to the team.
Intermission:[/b] Relax Mitch. Nobody's getting mobbed here but villagers. We'll make sure of that. Anyhows.
I know what we're up against, I just don't know who's who. Let's see here...
Intermission paused for a moment while he shuffled through his notes.
has the jail key.
with a gun a little bit. Names were redacted everywhere though. In any case, stay on the lookout for incoming
bullets.
read they were pretty good but they had all their lockpicks and skeleton keys confiscated by the authorities.
Thank goodness I have mine with me.
cops. I don't suppose you have a name for them either?
Sheep, you take over the jail when that BDSM fellow kicks the bucket. And Mitch, you... well...
hidden?
The whispers kept on going for a while longer while a new murderous scheme was hatched. The
appropriately named town had a lot to look forward to.
Confirmations received: 9 / 9