Survivor: Shadow Swamps - ((WINNER REVEALED!!))

[Blackberry]

Just a reminder: don't forget to keep guessing for the Sombra Symbol. It is more than likely that there isn't a winner yet! ... Immunity Challenge #3 is on the previous page >_< ...

[skitzer]

BB, did you happen to reverse the choices on 5 and 6

Shouldn't it be Deception vs. Trust and Reptiles vs. Mammals?

[Blackberry]

BB, did you happen to reverse the choices on 5 and 6

Shouldn't it be Deception vs. Trust and Reptiles vs. Mammals?

Each round, you will have a choice between 2 (related or

unrelated)

choices

Originally I had it as you just stated, but then I decided to mix it up a little . What the thread states is correct.

[skitzer]

Okey doke. I just wondered...

[Blackberry]

....

[hasdgfas]

/wave

[Blackberry]

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #3: PANTHER PARTY RESULTS

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The contestants smile and cheer as they play this wonderful panther game...

11th Place: with 0 points, scotmany12!!
9th Place: with 1 point, Hasdgfas and Porochaz!!
7th Place: with 2 points, Eteocles and Skitzer!!
3rd Place: with 4 points, Bethelmark, KaleiÐoscøpe, Iammars and Bird1111!!

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Now it's between Elias_the_thief and JDodge...

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and in 1st Place

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with 6 points

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JDodge!

Congratulations, you've won the third Immunity Challenge. *places the necklace with the wooden spider hanging from it around Jdodge's neck*

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2nd Place: with 5 points, Elias_the_thief!

Apparently, the Panthers are currently winning the war... ^_^

[Blackberry]

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #3: PANTHER PARTY CHOICES

Scotmany12

Cunning
Infinity
Spiders
Angels
Trust
Mammals
Love
Mystery
Panthers

Hasdgfas

Cunning
Infinity
Spiders
Angels
Reptiles
Mammals
Love
Mystery
Panthers

Porochaz

Cunning
Zero
Spiders
Angels
Trust
Mammals
Love
Mystery
Panthers

Eteocles

Cunning
Infinity
Spiders
Angels
Trust
Deception
Love
Children
Panthers

Skitzer

Strength
Infinity
Spiders
Demons
Trust
Mammals
Love
Mystery
Panthers

[Blackberry]

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #3: PANTHER PARTY CHOICES

Iammars

Cunning
Zero
Scorpions
Angels
Trust
Mammals
Curiosity
Children
Panthers

Bird1111

Cunning
Zero
Spiders
Demons
Reptiles
Mammals
Curiosity
Mystery
Panthers

Bethelmark

Cunning
Zero
Scorpions
Angels
Reptiles
Mammals
Curiosity
Mystery
Panthers

KaleiDoscope

Strength
Zero
Scorpions
Angels
Trust
Deception
Love
Mystery
Panthers

Elias

Cunning
Infinity
Scorpions
Demons
Reptiles
Deception
Curiosity
Mystery
Panthers

JDodge

Strength
Infinity
Spiders
Demons
Reptiles
Mammals
Curiosity
Children
Crocodiles

TIE-BREAKER: 33

[Porochaz]

Wahey 1 point, thats skill...

[Eteocles]

Yay for random number generators!

[Blackberry]

TRIBAL COUNCIL #3: INSTRUCTIONS

Welcome to your second Tribal Council. It is fairly simple. Everybody will cast one vote. The person that recieves the most votes will be eliminated. If you do not submit a vote your vote will count against yourself . All votes must be PMed to me (Blackberry). If you have any questions feel free to PM them to me or post them in the thread.

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JDodge

won the

SPIDER IMMUNITY NECKLACE

and may not be voted for.

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Sombra Tribe

• [*] Bethelmark
  [*] Bird1111
  [*] Elias_the_thief
  [*] Eteocles
  [*] Hasdgfas
  [*] Iammars
  

  [*] JDodge

  
  [*] KaleiÐoscøpe
  [*] Porochaz
  [*] Scotmany12
  [*] Skitzer
  
  [/list:u]

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Deadline will be Saturday, December 8 by 8:00 PM Est.

[Blackberry]

WITCH CLUES:

1) 20-9-5-3-5-4

2) Only four different letters are used to spell my name.

[Blackberry]

TRIBAL COUNCIL #3

Welcome to your third Tribal Council. Eteocles did not send in his vote and thus have cast a vote for himself(and also recieve a "strike")... This votes will be the first vote read. I will now read the votes, the person with the most votes will leave immiediately.

First Vote...

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Eteocles

Second Vote...

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Bird1111

Third Vote...

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Elias_the_thief

Fourth Vote...

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KaleiÐoscøpe

That is 1 vote each for Elias_the_thief, Eteocles, KaleiÐoscøpe and Bird1111 .

Fifth Vote...

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KaleiÐoscøpe

Sixth Vote...

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KaleiÐoscøpe

Seventh Vote...

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Bird1111

Eighth Vote...

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Bird1111

Bird1111 and KaleiÐoscøpe each have 3 votes. Elias_the_thief and Eteocles each have 1 vote.

Ninth Vote...

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KaleiÐoscøpe

Tenth Vote...

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Bird1111

Eleventh Vote...

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and Third Person to leave Shadow Swamps...

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Bird1111

Bird1111, with five votes, the tribe has spoken. Please hand me your torch and leave immiediately. Cerberus emerges from the darkness and escorts Bird1111 away. Everybody else may head back to camp. Congratulations on surviving your third Tribal Council. Prepare for the worst!

Bird1111, you may post your final words in the thread now.

[Blackberry]

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #4: CROCODILE CASINO

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JDodge, I will be taking the Scorpion Immunity Necklace back now.

For your next challenge, you will be tested on your social interaction and you're ability to gamble. Before the game you each filled out a questionaire. Your challenge is simple. I will post six of those questionaires and you must tell me which the majority choose.

Each contestant will recieve "60 Coins" you must bet atleast 5 on each question, but may do whatever you want with the remaining 30 Coins.

You may keep them or add them to your other bets. It is completely up to you!

If your answer for a given question is correct you will recieve double of what you betted. If your answer for a given question is incorrect, I will take your bet.

If you have any questions feel free to ask.

If you gamble more than 60 Coins your bets will be concluded invalid and you will automatically lose ("for cheating" ).

Submit your submission in one PM. I will only accept your first submission. The contestant with the most coins at the end of the Challenge will win Immunity. In the event of the tie, whomever answers the tiebreaker question closest to the correct answer will win Immunity.

** You may NOT bid more than 20 on a single question. If you do so, you will automatically lose .

Gamble #1: Good or Evil?

Gamble #2: Loyalty or Betrayal?

Gamble #3: Black or Green?

Gamble #4: Leader or Follower?

Gamble #5: Science or Faith?

Gamble #6: Intelligence or Lust?

TIEBREAKER: If you added up all the coins that were "held" during this challenge by the 10 contestants, what would that number be?

Samble Submission:

Gamble 1: [insert my guess] (10 coins)
Gamble 2: [insert my guess] (5 coins)
Gamble 3: [insert my guess] (6 coins)
Gamble 4: [insert my guess] (20 coins)
Gamble 5: [insert my guess] (5 coins)
Gamble 6: [insert my guess] (10 coins)

Keep 4 coins.

Everybody, including the eliminated players' answers are used to calculate the "majority." Keep this in mind. You are NOT allowed to discuss this challenge with the eliminated players.

Deadline for submissions are Tuesday (2:00 PM) EST.

[Flameaxe]

Us voted out people should make a 'talk about people still in the game' discussion group. You /in bird?

[bird1111]

Sure.

[Flameaxe]

Woo!

[bird1111]

Created a disscussion board for those who have been eliminated.

Will PM the link to you Flameaxe in just a sec.

[hasdgfas]

could you clarify what is meant by held coins please?

[Blackberry]

Held means how many coins that you do not bet. Aka the coins you

keep

. It is possible that a player bets all their coins and thus holds 0.

[Blackberry]

EVENT #4: STORY TIME

*Everyone gathers around Blackberry as he reads them a story*

Lamb to the Slaughter

Written by Roald Dahl

The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.

Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.

Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin -for this was her sixth month with child-had acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside, and the car door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock. She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.

“Hullo darling,” she said.

“Hullo darling,” he answered.

She took his coat and hung it in the closer. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled against the side.

For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn’t want to speak much until the first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long hours alone in the house. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel-almost as a sunbather feels the sun-that warm male glow that came out of him to her when they were alone together. She loved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across the room with long strides. She loved intent, far look in his eyes when they rested in her, the funny shape of the mouth, and especially the way he remained silent about his tiredness, sitting still with himself until the whiskey had taken some of it away.

“Tired darling?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m tired,” And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of it, at least half of it left.. She wasn’t really watching him, but she knew what he had done because she heard the ice cubes falling back against the bottom of the empty glass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment, leaning forward in the chair, then he got up and went slowly over to fetch himself another.

“I’ll get it!” she cried, jumping up.

“Sit down,” he said.

When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was dark amber with the quantity of whiskey in it.

“Darling, shall I get your slippers?”

“No.”

She watched him as he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she could see little oily swirls in the liquid because it was so strong.

“I think it’s a shame,” she said, “that when a policeman gets to be as senior as you, they keep him walking about on his feet all day long.”

He didn’t answer, so she bent her head again and went on with her sewing; bet each time he lifted the drink to his lips, she heard the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass.

“Darling,” she said. “Would you like me to get you some cheese? I haven’t made any supper because it’s Thursday.”

“No,” he said.

“If you’re too tired to eat out,” she went on, “it’s still not too late. There’s plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can have it right here and not even move out of the chair.”

Her eyes waited on him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no sign.

“Anyway,” she went on, “I’ll get you some cheese and crackers first.”

“I don’t want it,” he said.

She moved uneasily in her chair, the large eyes still watching his face. “But you must eat! I’ll fix it anyway, and then you can have it or not, as you like.”

She stood up and placed her sewing on the table by the lamp.

“Sit down,” he said. “Just for a minute, sit down.”

It wasn’t till then that she began to get frightened.

“Go on,” he said. “Sit down.”

She lowered herself back slowly into the chair, watching him all the time with those large, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drink and was staring down into the glass, frowning.

“Listen,” he said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What is it, darling? What’s the matter?”

He had now become absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down so that the light from the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of his face, leaving the chin and mouth in shadow. She noticed there was a little muscle moving near the corner of his left eye.

“This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid,” he said. “But I’ve thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is tell you right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.”

And he told her. It didn’t take long, four or five minutes at most, and she say very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he went further and further away from her with each word.

“So there it is,” he added. “And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money and see you’re looked after. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.”

Her first instinct was not to believe any of it, to reject it all. It occurred to her that perhaps he hadn’t even spoken, that she herself had imagined the whole thing. Maybe, if she went about her business and acted as though she hadn’t been listening, then later, when she sort of woke up again, she might find none of it had ever happened.

“I’ll get the supper,” she managed to whisper, and this time he didn’t stop her.

When she walked across the room she couldn’t feel her feet touching the floor. She couldn’t feel anything at all- except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everything was automatic now-down the steps to the cellar, the light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked at it. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again.

A leg of lamb.

All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carried it upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands, and as she went through the living-room, she saw him standing over by the window with his back to her, and she stopped.

“For God’s sake,” he said, hearing her, but not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”

At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head.

She might just as well have hit him with a steel club.

She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing was that he remained standing there for at least four or five seconds, gently swaying. Then he crashed to the carpet.

The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight with both hands.

All right, she told herself. So I’ve killed him.

It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden. She began thinking very fast. As the wife of a detective, she knew quite well what the penalty would be. That was fine. It made no difference to her. In fact, it would be a relief. On the other hand, what about the child? What were the laws about murderers with unborn children? Did they kill then both-mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month? What did they do?

Mary Maloney didn’t know. And she certainly wasn’t prepared to take a chance.

She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turned the oven on high, and shoved t inside. Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down before the mirror, tidied her hair, touched up her lops and face. She tried a smile. It came out rather peculiar. She tried again.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, aloud.

The voice sounded peculiar too.

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming out better now. She rehearsed it several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her coat, went out the back door, down the garden, into the street.

It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery shop.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter.

“Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?”

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas.

“Patrick’s decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told him. “We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.”

“Then how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?”

“No, I’ve got meat, thanks. I got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know much like cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance on it this time. You think it’ll be all right?”

“Personally,” the grocer said, “I don’t believe it makes any difference. You want these Idaho potatoes?”

“Oh yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.”

“Anything else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her pleasantly. “How about afterwards? What you going to give him for afterwards?”

“Well-what would you suggest, Sam?”

The man glanced around his shop. “How about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes that.”

“Perfect,” she said. “He loves it.”

And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.”

And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor man was tired; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she’d become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables. Mrs. Patrick Maloney going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening to cook supper for her husband.

That’s the way, she told herself. Do everything right and natural. Keep things absolutely natural and there’ll be no need for any acting at all.

Therefore, when she entered the kitchen by the back door, she was humming a little tune to herself and smiling.

“Patrick!” she called. “How are you, darling?”

She put the parcel down on the table and went through into the living room; and when she saw him lying there on the floor with his legs doubled up and one arm twisted back underneath his body, it really was rather a shock. All the old love and longing for him welled up inside her, and she ran over to him, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out. It was easy. No acting was necessary.

A few minutes later she got up and went to the phone. She know the number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered, she cried to him, “Quick! Come quick! Patrick’s dead!”

“Who’s speaking?”

“Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.”

“You mean Patrick Maloney’s dead?”

“I think so,” she sobbed. “He’s lying on the floor and I think he’s dead.”

“Be right over,” the man said.

The car came very quickly, and when she opened the front door, two policeman walked in. She know them both-she know nearly all the man at that precinct-and she fell right into a chair, then went over to join the other one, who was called O’Malley, kneeling by the body.

“Is he dead?” she cried.

“I’m afraid he is. What happened?”

Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man’s head. He showed it to O’Malley who got up at once and hurried to the phone.

Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then two detectives, one of whom she know by name. Later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and a man who know about fingerprints. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering beside the corpse, and the detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. But they always treated her kindly. She told her story again, this time right from the beginning, when Patrick had come in, and she was sewing, and he was tired, so tired he hadn’t wanted to go out for supper. She told how she’d put the meat in the oven-”it’s there now, cooking”- and how she’d slopped out to the grocer for vegetables, and come back to find him lying on the floor.

Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked.

She told him, and he turned and whispered something to the other detective who immediately went outside into the street.

In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, and there was more whispering, and through her sobbing she heard a few of the whispered phrases-”...acted quite normal...very cheerful...wanted to give him a good supper…peas...cheesecake...impossible that she...”

After a while, the photographer and the doctor departed and two other men came in and took the corpse away on a stretcher. Then the fingerprint man went away. The two detectives remained, and so did the two policeman. They were exceptionally nice to her, and Jack Noonan asked if she wouldn’t rather go somewhere else, to her sister’s house perhaps, or to his own wife who would take care of her and put her up for the night.

No, she said. She didn’t feel she could move even a yard at the moment. Would they mind awfully of she stayed just where she was until she felt better. She didn’t feel too good at the moment, she really didn’t.

Then hadn’t she better lie down on the bed? Jack Noonan asked.

No, she said. She’d like to stay right where she was, in this chair. A little later, perhaps, when she felt better, she would move.

So they left her there while they went about their business, searching the house. Occasionally on of the detectives asked her another question. Sometimes Jack Noonan spoke at her gently as he passed by. Her husband, he told her, had been killed by a blow on the back of the head administered with a heavy blunt instrument, almost certainly a large piece of metal. They were looking for the weapon. The murderer may have taken it with him, but on the other hand he may have thrown it away or hidden it somewhere on the premises.

“It’s the old story,” he said. “Get the weapon, and you’ve got the man.”

Later, one of the detectives came up and sat beside her. Did she know, he asked, of anything in the house that could’ve been used as the weapon? Would she mind having a look around to see if anything was missing-a very big spanner, for example, or a heavy metal vase.

They didn’t have any heavy metal vases, she said.

“Or a big spanner?”

She didn’t think they had a big spanner. But there might be some things like that in the garage.

The search went on. She knew that there were other policemen in the garden all around the house. She could hear their footsteps on the gravel outside, and sometimes she saw a flash of a torch through a chink in the curtains. It began to get late, nearly nine she noticed by the clock on the mantle. The four men searching the rooms seemed to be growing weary, a trifle exasperated.

“Jack,” she said, the next tome Sergeant Noonan went by. “Would you mind giving me a drink?”

“Sure I’ll give you a drink. You mean this whiskey?”

“Yes please. But just a small one. It might make me feel better.”

He handed her the glass.

“Why don’t you have one yourself,” she said. “You must be awfully tired. Please do. You’ve been very good to me.”

“Well,” he answered. “It’s not strictly allowed, but I might take just a drop to keep me going.”

One by one the others came in and were persuaded to take a little nip of whiskey. They stood around rather awkwardly with the drinks in their hands, uncomfortable in her presence, trying to say consoling things to her. Sergeant Noonan wandered into the kitchen, come out quickly and said, “Look, Mrs. Maloney. You know that oven of yours is still on, and the meat still inside.”

“Oh dear me!” she cried. “So it is!”

“I better turn it off for you, hadn’t I?”

“Will you do that, Jack. Thank you so much.”

When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at him with her large, dark tearful eyes. “Jack Noonan,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a small favor-you and these others?”

“We can try, Mrs. Maloney.”

“Well,” she said. “Here you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too, and helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be terrible hungry by now because it’s long past your suppertime, and I know Patrick would never forgive me, God bless his soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house without offering you decent hospitality. Why don’t you eat up that lamb that’s in the oven. It’ll be cooked just right by now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sergeant Noonan said.

“Please,” she begged. “Please eat it. Personally I couldn’t tough a thing, certainly not what’s been in the house when he was here. But it’s all right for you. It’d be a favor to me if you’d eat it up. Then you can go on with your work again afterwards.”

There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat.

“Have some more, Charlie?”

“No. Better not finish it.”

“She wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.”

“Okay then. Give me some more.”

“That’s the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,” one of them was saying. “The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer.”

“That’s why it ought to be easy to find.”

“Exactly what I say.”

“Whoever done it, they’re not going to be carrying a thing like that around with them longer than they need.”

One of them belched.

“Personally, I think it’s right here on the premises.”

“Probably right under our very noses. What you think, Jack?”

And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle.

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[Elias_the_thief]

lame. he never tells what it was that the man told mary.

[Blackberry]

Cerberus and Dook carry a large stone with writing on it, that they bought from the prize stand at the Crocodile Casino (who knew?).

...

We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.

– Tennessee Williams

[Blackberry]

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #4: CROCODILE CASINO RESULTS

EVIL
LOYALTY
GREEN
LEADER
SCIENCE
INTELLIGENCE

JDodge
5
5
0
5
5
5
*30

Hasdgfas
0
20
5
0
20
5
*0

Iammars
5
0
5
10
5
0
*20

Porochaz
20
5
0
12
10
0
*0

Eteocles
10
5
10
10
15
10
*0

Bethelmark
10
0
10
5
15
10
*5

Skitzer
0
5
5
5
0
5
*30

KaleiDoscope
0
0
6
20
5
0
*4

0 indicates a bet that was lost. The * indicates how many coins were held.