The afternoon went by without much incidence, and the officiers who checked the outside noticed that the crowd was thinning more as the day wore on. Whether it was from night approaching or from losing interest, they couldn't tell without asking, and that was something they couldn't do.
With not much else to do besides nursing the remnants of their hangovers, they argued back and forth over who should be the one who killed the chief, or had a hand in helping him. The accusations were thrown from one officer to the next, seemingly without end, without pause.
Eventually, as the sun was sliding down the horizon into sunset, one of the officers cried, "Enough!" And roughly grabbed Malthusis to bring him to the fore. Malthusis himself was obviously indignant and being roughed around like a prisoner and said as much. To his shock, the rest began listing a myriad of reasons why he should be one of the accomplices to the murder, if not the murderer himself.
"You...you really believe that shit?! he cries incredulously. "I thought we were supposed to trust in the truth, not have faith in lies!"
"Some of it is true, though," IceGuy replies, raising his gun to Malthusis's head as the rest stand back. "And we can't wait for the judges to convene, not when the murderer is still here in this building. so let's finish this."
Everyone else jumps when IceGuy pulls the trigger, not expecting him to shoot at all. Malthusis has a few seconds to look around before his vision blurs and he slumps to the floor, dead.
"What'd you do that for?!" One of the offiicers shouts as another searches Malthusis.
"Because I thought he was the perpetrator, and because we were getting nowhere," IceGuy says simply.
"You thought wrong," the searching officer says suddenly, pulling out Malthusis's badge. Inside was the sign for their own police force, emblemed and wrought just like the others. It certainly didn't look fake, to IceGuy's surprise.
"Nice," the officer sarcastically says
All of them realize then that the sun had already set and night was coming. Eager to put this day behind them, most of the officers went back to bed, except IceGuy, who stared at Malthusis for a long moment.
"You were just going to get shot, anyways," he grunts before finding a place to sleep in the room that was comfy and also out of the eyes of the public.
And so, the first one falls; exactly as planned, as the three interlopers thought.
Malthusis,
Vanilla Townie
, was otherwise killed Day 1!
Night 1 begins. Night actions must be sent in (expired on 2012-04-07 07:42:03). I will be a little lenient as this is far past when I'd usually go to bed, but I definitely will not accept any actions 2 hours past this deadline.
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