noname sat in the town's now deserted park staring at the moon. it taunted him, beautiful yet pale as death. Over the squeeking sound coming from the rusty swing noname was gently swinging back and forth on, he heard someone approaching, "Come out from the darkness you coward!" he said confidently.
"But it's only me" said Mr. Kitten as he emerged from the shadows. " Just thought I'd stop by and give you a little push on that swing." -"Geesh thanks Mr. Kitten!" answered noname cheerfully, " The town has been in such a mess lately that I've forgotten how to have fun."
Mr. Kitten took to the back of the swing and began pushing noname, "You know noname, no one should be out this late at night." noname remained silent -" I mean there are some very bad people out there who want you and your fellow townies dead. I think you should go home, lock all your doors and wait for this to pass by. I don't want to see any of you die anymore. I should have taken the form of an armored lion with machine guns attached to its shoulders now that I think about it!" noname was awfully quiet. That's when Mr. Kitten slowly walked around the swing-set and saw a rocking noname with a knife to the throat.
Noname is dead
Day 4 Start!