Scrambles sat at his chair in the morning, waiting for the light on his desk phone to start flashing, or an incoming email to pop up on his desktop, or a scrambling of pitter patters outside his office door, but nothing. The steam from the coffee started to wane as he simply sat there with his elbows on the table and his hands on his chin. He sat pensively.
Maybe everything was going alright today! Maybe this was a sign that everything was in order!
He resigned himself to accepting a night of peace and quiet.
Scrambles shrugged, grabbed his coffee and took a sip.
EARRRRHGHH!
He burnt his tongue.
Day 6 Begin!
With 6 Alive, it takes 4 to lynch.
http://itsalmo.st/#night6
Day has been reduced to 88 hours