I gathered early at the gallows with the rest of the townsfolk. Pa told me I would have no say, but I keenly listened while everyone discussed who would be fitted for the noose. Many voiced concern over holding any lynch at all, to the point that I thought a decision might be made before high noon, and I'd have to spend the rest of the day playing with ant holes in the abandoned lot. That though quickly disappeared as accusations began to fly every which way. By dusk, two small mobs had formed around two individuals; however, it seemed as if no consensus could be made as to which would meet his maker. A decision was made to put the rope around an individual that had been quiet for most of the day until called out for doing such. He tried defending himself, but it was no use. As his footing was removed from below him and his neck snapped as his body dropped, a paper flew out of his jacket revealing his identity.
padib was lynched. He was Town Mason Recruiter
A sense of panic struck the crowd, as they realized they would have to return in the morning with fresh minds to pick at the issue again. I made my way back to my home and warm bed, as did everyone else; everyone else other than someone who was assumedly still silently contemplating as he had done most of the day. The truth was...
TruckOSaurus has died. Alignment and Role will be revealed at the start of Day Two.
