Game Over!
Day 6 Final Vote Count
Ampharos (1): Awaclus
Awaclus (2): Ampharos, WW
Not Voting (0):
With 3 players alive, it took 2 to lynch.
The final reckoning was fraught with tension and suspense. The last three cakes, in a dreadful face-off, all pushed their acting skills to the limit, doing their utmost to avoid being horribly butchered like so many before them.
The cake who made the first move had a small yin-yang symbol etched into his surface. He stepped forth and said:
"That guy is one of the ones who came and replaced the weirdos that left. If that doesn't make him the murdering scum I don't know what does."
The accused cake looked affronted, but couldn't think of anything to say. Meanwhile, the third cake stood back and looked at the other two.
"You are all, secretly, versions of me," he announced, cryptically, a thoughtful frown on his little cake face.
Matt and Rick didn't know what to make of that.
"Thus," continued the speaker, "the essence of evil must be the cake whose very symbol indicates the existence of more than one being. I am the one, the only, and I shall smite the unbeliever."
In two strides, the size of which belied his tiny stature, the philosophising cake stepped across the table and gave yin-yang a shove. Yin-yang staggered, stumbled, and teetered at the edge.
"No! Not me! I must survive!" he yelled desperately. "I'm innocent, everyone should believe me!"
But the original accusee, the supposed 'replacement', was having none of it. His eyes met those of the self-proclaimed god-cake, and they exchanged a brief nod. Without a word, he walked over to the desperately hanging on yin-yang cake, and gave the smallest of shoves.
SCHWUMF.
Brown fumes rose from the corpse, and a hideous stench filled the air.
"Who puts coffee in cakes?", asked Rick. "That's just disgusting."
"Who knows?" said Matt, "But it doesn't matter. We can finally eat!"
"Hold yourself! How do we know that's all the nasty ones?"
"I speak for both of us," said a voice, "for we are one and the same. And both of us taste of excellent and beautiful vanilla. Take us to our reward in bakery heaven, so that I may be one once again with all of my passed-away selves."
"Oh, just eat him so that he'll shut up," said the other surviving cake. "I promise I'm just vanilla-flavoured, at least. Can't speak for that dude."
Matt and Rick took a cake each. They bumped them against each other as if toasting.
"Down the hatch."
"Here's to you."
They chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed, feeling the sugar rush to their veins. Every bite was a dream. It was glorious.
"Best."
"Birthday."
"Ever!"
They could only hope that next year's would be just as eventful.
Awaclus has been lynched! He was a Double Espresso Cake (2-shot Strongman).
GAME OVER - TOWN WINS!
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