As the morning sun shines, a sigh of relief passes through the crowd. Its a dark shadow covering the town had suddenly been lifted. And left to die in the town square. From numerous caterpillar tracks and ditches all around the city, you infer that the american military had suddenly invaded in the middle of the night, but left before dawn.
There was but one casualty.
billymills said:
Dear shade,
You are an Elite Girl Scout, seller of cookies.
You have the unique ability to sell extremely unhealthy cookies to millions of extremely unhealthy Americans every year, and are fully willing to profit from their gluttony. With the cookie-selling badge, you are also extremely inconspicuous: while the tenants are buying cookies, you are able to search the premises without attracting any suspicion.
Every night, you may PM billymills with “Night x - Selling cookies to USER.” While USER is distracted buying and eating cookies, you will be able to search his home, determining exactly who he is.
You win if the Ordinary Comrades win.
While you are all mourning the loss of this extremely crucial person, your sorrow is drowned out by the incessant bickering between
Eagle4 and
More Cowbell. It seems they are locked in a heated debate about the origin of life and other shit no one cares about.
As someone quietly mentions they don't believe any of this religious stuff,
Eagle4 launches into a tirade about God's supposed accomplishments:
"Have you guys ever heard about the tides? They go in and out without anyone pulling them. Who did that? God. Ever seen a tornado? Who do you think has the ability to tie up wind like that? God. Ever wonder why a tornado hasn't killed you yet? God is constantly watching over you. So long as you pray, a tornado won't ever harm you. It's worked for me so far. And then look at all the miracles we see every day. Electricity? God did it. Magnets? God. Gravity? You'd better believe God did it. Even then look at the real complicated stuff, the human eye, calculus, quantum mechanics. You don't think that stuff came around by chance do you? If God didn't make them, who did? QED."
Even
More Cowbell is somewhat bewildered as
Eagle4 won't stop talking, when finally, out of the blue,
Princess Bri stops him with a sharp uppercut to the chin. A true miracle.
In the temporary reprieve, you notice a commercial for Kent Brockman's nightly news:
Kent Brockman said:
Later on at eleven, our special investigative report on how to prove your role!
And in other news, you find that little gk has been replaced by FireMage.
You have until 12PM EST Saturday January 19th to send to lynch someone.