The residents of ASB Central woke slowly, reluctant to step out of their homes and into the quiet, largely empty streets of the grand city. At around ten in the morning, though, the public alert system crackled to life, blaring the message that all dreaded to hear--that a meeting was being called in the city center, where they would once again be called upon to select one of their own for execution.
The citizens trickled into the meeting place in scattered ones and twos, some glaring around as though hoping to see through some mafia's disguise with their righteous fury, others staring listlessly at the ground. At last, it appeared that all would arrive had done so, and the unlucky member destined to find the last night's kill was called upon to give testimony.
Kratos Aurion had been found on the street outside his home, bloodied hands clutching ineffectually at a deep gash in his abdomen and a twisted expression of agony on his face. Wherever he'd been trying to go, he hadn't gotten far. The crowd shot suspicious glances at one another, a few shaking their heads sadly and others preferring dark mutters.
"Hey, has anyone seen Worst Username Ever around?" one member whispered to another.
A brief census found the member to indeed be absent, and a search party dispatched to her home found the second casualty of the night. Worst Username Ever had been strangled, apparently by someone's bare hands, leaving the populace even more shocked and nervous than before.
Kratos Aurion is dead. He was not mafia.
Worst Username Ever is dead. She was not mafia.
It's revenge time, guys. Who dies today? 48 hours to discuss and name names.
The citizens trickled into the meeting place in scattered ones and twos, some glaring around as though hoping to see through some mafia's disguise with their righteous fury, others staring listlessly at the ground. At last, it appeared that all would arrive had done so, and the unlucky member destined to find the last night's kill was called upon to give testimony.
Kratos Aurion had been found on the street outside his home, bloodied hands clutching ineffectually at a deep gash in his abdomen and a twisted expression of agony on his face. Wherever he'd been trying to go, he hadn't gotten far. The crowd shot suspicious glances at one another, a few shaking their heads sadly and others preferring dark mutters.
"Hey, has anyone seen Worst Username Ever around?" one member whispered to another.
A brief census found the member to indeed be absent, and a search party dispatched to her home found the second casualty of the night. Worst Username Ever had been strangled, apparently by someone's bare hands, leaving the populace even more shocked and nervous than before.
Kratos Aurion is dead. He was not mafia.
Worst Username Ever is dead. She was not mafia.
It's revenge time, guys. Who dies today? 48 hours to discuss and name names.