GAME 3 - Day 4 Voting??? Results

[protoshepherd]

[ The day is about to end, and you're hoping that whomever you voted for gets the boot... or the axe... you know, specifics aren't needed right now.

You wait, and you wait, but Proto Badger doesn't seem like he'll be speaking to you any time soon.

But for now, for the guilty, especially: it seems you aren't okay with people dying anymore. The magic that's been keeping you sane (or insane) has been lifted. What exactly do you do now? ]


(( Brainwashing has been lifted, and graveyard people can be found and rescued. They're in Dr. Black's bedroom, inside his walk-in closet. They can be rescued the same way Bobby was rescued. ~~~Woahhhhh~~~ ))

Comments

[thefaceofjustice]

[Hears noises in the closet while he's raiding Dr. Black's bedroom for sharp tools and chemicals.]

......

[Taps on the door. Anyone there?]

[shacklebreaker]

[When Blackquill hears the tap at the door, he heads over, and gives a more forceful series of raps in reply.]

Who goes there?! Let us out, will you?

[thefaceofjustice]

......Prosecutor Blackquill?

[But he just saw Blackquill die. Thinking this must be some sort of badger trick, he's seriously considering setting the door on fire and letting whatever is in there burn.]

[It's not like imitating someone else's voice is hard.]

[shacklebreaker]

Blast you, Fool Bright! Open this door at once!

[Blackquill is just as cautious this could be a badger trick, but after dying once? It's hard to imagine what the badgers could do to him that they haven't already.]

The others are trapped in here with me... At least permit them to leave.

[thefaceofjustice]

I thought you were murdered...

[What the hell. He'll take the chance. He tries the doorknob first.]

It's locked! Hang on, Prosecutor Blackquill, I'll save you!!!

[He picks up a bone saw and starts sawing against the wood around the latch. It's a bit slow going with one of his hands so seriously injured.]

[shacklebreaker]

So did I... And I still deserve to hang, for all I've wrought.

[As the work on the latch goes on, Blackquill stays by the door, listening intently for any sign of a disturbance outside, right until the sawing stops. Either the latch is finally broken, or Bobby got tired and needed a break from sawing.

Either way, he doesn't wait to find out. He barges the doors in an attempt to force them open.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Barely backs up in time as Blackquill slams the doors open, still holding the saw in his good hand.]

Prosecutor Blackquill...?

[arurests]

[ an antsy interpol agent is pacing around the lounge. ]