Bong.
A sole drumbeat echoes through the square.
Bong.
Arafax is led, via a slow and solemn procession, towards a small set of rickety, wooden stairs. He turns his head behind him to look at the crowd, who all stand silently with faces set in grim disapproval. He takes a sharp inhalation of breath, and tries to calm himself.
Buddle
-uddle-uddle-uddle-uddle-uddle-uddle-Bong
His left foot creeps up onto the first stair.
Bong.
He momentarily tries to put up a feeble struggle, but cannot wrest free from the bonds tied around his wrists.
Bong.
Upon reaching the apex of the dais, a noose is fitted around his neck. Arafax closes his eyes and grimaces, while still being forced to hear the final, suspenseful drum-roll.
Clack!
The platform drops from beneath his feet, and his neck is snapped from the momentum of the fall. He hangs motionless.
Upon investigation, it turns out he has a few Jellugian coins in his pockets, and nothing more. He was but a peasant.
Arafax, Peasant, Townie, has been lynched!
It is now
Night Three
. Deadline is January 27, at 11:59 pm PST. Those who do not send in night choices will be considered to have not made a choice at all.
