05-25-2006, 04:21 AM
Spice's body was led up to the gallows. The noose was fitted, snugly. His feet were placed under the trap door. And, at the specified time, the lever was pulled, and his neck promptly snapped.
And so, the Townspeople have killed another innocent. Their recent victory gave them a fair bit of breathing room, but after a mistake like this, their demise seems closer than ever. Can they win out, or will they fall prey to the Mafia? Only morning can tell. For now, it is time to sleep.
Night Four has just begun.
((OOC: Mafia, send me your PMs. Guardian Angel, send me your PM. Townsies, nighty-night.))
And so, the Townspeople have killed another innocent. Their recent victory gave them a fair bit of breathing room, but after a mistake like this, their demise seems closer than ever. Can they win out, or will they fall prey to the Mafia? Only morning can tell. For now, it is time to sleep.
Night Four has just begun.
((OOC: Mafia, send me your PMs. Guardian Angel, send me your PM. Townsies, nighty-night.))

