At this point I think everyone has has plenty of opportunity to post. I myself have nothing else to add to the day.

Is that true? Hmm, my apologies then. I thought you were an old pro at this. At least, that's how it comes off.

Well Sparks clearly just left playing the game lol.

Vote Sparks

May you all survive the night....

Final Vote Count of Day 2

(8) Sparks - theprof00, Conegamer, spurgeonryan, Carl2291, TruckOSaurus, Wonktonodi, Mr Khan, WhiteEaglePL
(1) theprof00 - Sparks
(1) Wright - padib
(4) Not Voting - EricFabian, radishhead, Wright, impertinence

Sparks has been lynched.  Flavor and reveal to come.  Please no more posting.

All roles with night actions may begin sending them to me.

Space Marine Erin was becoming more used to life on the colony with each passing day.  Firefights would start up and die down just as quickly as they began.  Each day was heralded with the discovery of something new that can and would probably kill her.  

The colony sheep were now terrified of her.  She would pet one, walk away, and it would explode.  She would pet another, walk away, and it would explode.  The sheep had caught on to this and would now rush away as she passed by.

These thoughts and more were going through her mind as she was driving a truck of supplies across the colony late one evening.  As there had been minimal terraforming, the road was horribly bumpy and would stay that way until she made it to her destination.  Her instructions, while perfectly clear when you could see "the big building over there" were less than stellar after night had fallen.  She was actually fairly thankful when she noticed a fire-fight in the distance at, presumably, her destination.  Whatever alien catastrophe was occurring over there was surely a less painful fate than disappointing her commanding officer.

Unfortunately, she noticed the turn a bit too late and went past it.  As the road was devoid of vehicles outside of her own, she simply stopped, put the truck in reverse, and backed up until she could make the turn giving only a few minor curses about how horrible the roads were.

The fire-fight was over by the time Space Marine Erin arrived.  Luckily for her it had lasted just long enough for her to get there but not long enough to actually put her in danger.  The forces the marines were fighting had presumably gotten away.

It wasn't until the next day that a very unfortunate Protoss Dark Templar was found in the middle of the road leading to the complex with several very large tire tracks across its body.

Sparks ( Protoss Dark Templar ) is dead.

Night 2 has begun.

http://itsalmo.st/#day3_a9zs2

"Then put your little hand in mine."

"There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb."

"I got you babe."

"I got you babe."

"Okay campers, rise and shine and don't forget your..."

Erin reached over and turned her alarm clock off, silencing the radio voice, before crawling out of bed.  It was a strange morning.  She could have sworn she had eaten the last protein bar for breakfast yesterday but there in the box was yet another.  The daily news talked about the same things as the day before.  She shrugged at the small oddities and went on about her day.

Day 3 begin.

(13) Not Voting - Carl2291, Conegamer, EricFabian, impertinence, Mr Khan, padib, radishhead, spurgeonryan, theprof00, TruckOSaurus, WhiteEaglePL, Wright, Wonktonodi

With 13 alive, it takes 7 to lynch.

Countdown to Night 3: http://itsalmo.st/#night3

Please PM Smeags or myself if there's an issue with the vote count.

No deaths! Does anyone have any information to report before we begin?

Ho ho ho ho ho!

Very, very interesting. I need to read a few posts again.

And fuck yeah that we have 2 Dark Templars down.