The streets of Rollin Heights seemed to be taking care of themselves. Many conversations were had, some long and exasperating whilst others were curtly to the point. It seemed these streets had turned quickly into a monarchy within themselves. In the middle of the street stood a disheveled man wearing what looked like rags at best. The poor guy was on his knees, weeping into his hands as another man sat in a throne nestled in a drive-way. How strange.
"What sayeth the accused?" asks the King.
He was sitting heartily at his throne and took a hefty drink from his goblet. The King, known solely for being ruthless and quite cold-hearted, wore a smile on his face as the fumbling man in front of him quivered and shook. What a power-tripper.
"W-w-well, sire. It was but a joke! I promise there was no harm meant to be done, my Lord," the accused, Slandaar, said without skipping a beat.
Was this whole town losing it's marbles? The man in shambles seemed to either be really getting into the spirit of the moment or the King was just that damn impressive in his superior garb. Either way the guy, seemingly very sorrowful about the situation, thought as if his words would meet ears that cared about his current situation. They did not. The King scoffs at his response.
"What you have done this day is treason, you know? In the worst of all forms, too, as your attempts to make yourself and the ones next to you look fowl? And I'm to expect that it was all in good fun? HA! Have you not read the bylaws, you insignificant little peon? HAVE YOU? ANSWER ME!"
King Flip's yell was heard throughout the entire two-block radius, but poor little Slandaar hadn't the faintest idea what to say. DarthYoshi emerged from behind the throne with an equally wide grin from ear to ear as chkflip's cold stare went right through Slandaar like a knife.
"Oh, so it's stupid you're playing then?" the King asks, seemingly rhetorically.
chkflip turned his head as he spoke to his equally decked counsel, DarthYoshi.
"Well... this seems easier than I thought. What say you, counselman?" asks the King.
"Off with his head," was all DarthYoshi would utter. And that's all it took for the townsfolk to drag the screaming peon to the gallows. It was unfortunate, however, that poor Slandaar
wasn't
as big of a 'made man' that he had touted to be. There was nothing in his pockets that said anything contrary to the fact that he was just another Joe Schmoe trying to clean up his streets. Perhaps he'll think about his approach next time.
Oh, wait.
Slandaar
,
, was
MODKILLED
and turned
.
IT IS NOW NIGHT ONE. YOU HAVE UNTIL FRIDAY, NOV 4TH AT 10PM PACIFIC TO TURN IN ANY NIGHT ACTIONS TO
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"Fuck you. I opened up my heart to you and you stabbed it a thousand times." - Gamma, to me, right before confessing to being the town vig and murdering my scum partner N1.