As before, my apologies for the delay. Without further ado, the Night Three deathscene--
As is oft the case for students (or at least, it was for myself) who are in school, the prediliction to sleep during class sometimes simply becomes overwhelming...at which point, really, the worst thing that can happen is that the professor will wake you up or somebody will throw a spitball into your hair.
Or...in this game...assassinate you, paintball style.
Already, the anti-Greendale paintballers had been successful at tracking down and splattering one power role with paint, and tonight, they sought out to again...
And...once more...they were successful. In the morning, you find the body of Albert B. Rampage, covered head to toe with paintball splatter, and a sign hung 'round his neck that said:
"I killed the buzzkill for all of you! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"What the hell?" I asked ABR, seeing him in this state. But all he managed to choke out was...
"All I wanted to do was...to do something about those oppressed gnomes."
Poor guy still thought we were playing Dungeons and Dragons.
Albert B. Rampage,
Britta Perry, Greendale-Aligned Jack-Of-All-Trades,
was riddled with paintballs on Night Three.
It is now Day Four. With 7 alive, it takes 4 to lynch and 4 to no-lynch. The deadline is currently set for 9:00 am Pacific Standard Time on Tuesday, November 22.
On hiatus from any new mafia commitments.
Jesus loves you. But that doesn't mean you're town.
James 2:13