Day 2 Start
As he wandered closer to his local, Arthur heard a splintering sound behind him. The yellow digger had turned down his driveway, towards the fur-hat-wearing man reclined in the mud, and had hit his fence, impaling a builder with "WW" scrawled on his high-vis jacket. As the other builders began, over their chipped mugs of strong tea, to discuss possible union action, Arthur simply shook his heard. "Serves them right," he thought. "Trying to knock down my house to build a silly bypass."
Crossing the road, he reeled backwards as a traffic cone jumped up towards his face, and hovered there ominously. Startled, Arthur stumbled back into the road. Through no visible orifice, the traffic cone (and indeed, though unnoticed to Arthur, several nearby water meters) spoke:
"People of Earth," it proclaimed, "we come to ease your pain! Your miserable lives of despair need continue no longer. Yours, if but briefly, Galactic Planetary Euthanasia Services."
There was a terrible, ghastly, coughing noise. A pale green beam of light appeared from the heavens and vapourised a passing pedestrian. The saxophone case she had been carrying dropped to the floor, and Arthur, absurdly, took a moment to read the embossed font on its side: "EFHW".
"Bollocks!" cried the traffic cone, this time joined by a confused hedgehog: "Who forgot to change the batteries? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVEN'T GOT ANY AAAs?"
EFHW died during the night. She was James Bond.
Witherweaver died during the night. He was Alice in Wonderland.
Vote Count 2.0
Not Voting (9): Lalight, gkrieg, faust, Calamitas, Archetype, J Reggie, Dylan, teamlyle, Awaclus
With 9 alive, it take 5 to lynch. Day 2 begins now and ends on the 3rd January 2017 at 6pm forum time.
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