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[A Drowned Kernel]

I would switch back to jimmmmm, but I really don't like pit's post up there.

[Awaclus]

I could lynch Jimmmmm too, but I would very much prefer Pit.

[Jimmmmm]

Vote: pit

Yep, self-preservation is a large factor. Pit does seem fairly scummy from a quick re-read though.

[silverspawn]

Thread locked!

[silverspawn]

Santa hadn't slept well. A combination of grief, sorrow, and regret had kept him awake for hours. When slumber had found him at last, the night had been without both dreams or recovery.

Now he was awake, and his exhausted gaze wandered over the dull, plain white surface of his ceiling. Stifling a groan, he turned around once more, but when his eyes wandered over one of the many shelves full of bottles that occupied the walls of the place, his mind was suddenly assaulted with an image of times long gone.

There used to be a pile of presents there. It would raise his mood every time he looked at it, even though he mostly associated it with work.

Santa shook his head, and looked away at the opposite end of the room.

But it didn't help. Nothing used to be here, just a nice, clean wall. He didn't use to spend that much time in his home, anyway, did he? Most of the time, he was outside.

“No.” Santa shook his head. This was not him. He was not one to dwell on the past. He tried closing his eyes, but the absence of light only highlighted other things.

The smell was different. It had not smelled this clean at this place for years. And it reminded him of happier times...

“This... is you Asthma, isn't it?" Santa groaned, wheezed, and sputtered. "You're doing this. You just can't... can't leave me alone, can you? Curse you...”

Rolling around, he fell out of his bed, and he hurt his head when he hit the floor. Lacking any orientation, he crawled towards where he thought the exit to be, and for a brief moment, he was convinced to see the frame of a tomcat standing there...

Then everything around him disappeared.

[silverspawn]

He was five, and his mother had brought him a colorful package. “This is a special day,” she said. "Someone very important has returned to Blarnia today. And it is his birthday."

He was nine, and the big moment was just one day away. But he couldn't wait. With a beating heart, he sneaked into his parents room, careful not to wake them up, to see what he would receive today. But then he stopped. What if they wouldn't buy him presents anymore if he stole them early? Gulping, his hand already around the handle, he pulled back and silently went back to bad. No-one ever needed to know.

He was twelve, and his friend looked at him with wide eyes. He didn't understand. He had thought everyone would get presents. Was it just him? How could other parents be so cold hearted?

He was nineteen, and he was weeping silently into soft fur. He said he couldn't bring them back, but he could give him a purpose. Something to live for. Would it be enough to get over the pain?

He was twenty-six, and he was brushing a tear off his cheek. It seemed as though what you received truly was a mirror of what you were giving to the world, and every single word from the letters he was holding found its way into his heart.

He was thirty-eight, and a ten year old younger self was staring back at him in the mirror. There was no denying anymore. 'And you will eternally bring happiness to others'. Jesus...

He was fifty-nine, and he watched with bitterness outside his window at the eternally falling snow. These days, it was hard to notice the passing of time. Everything seemed to melt together, as if his life reflected the weather.

He was sixty-two, and everything felt the same. There was no progress. There was no purpose. Winter used to be the bloom of the year, now it was just a trap. So much used to be different.

He was much older... but he didn't... mmhhhff... wasn't importanthow much, wasit? Nothing... it didn't m... was... all more of thesame... didn't... didn't matter...

All the same.

And then he awoke in his bed, bathed in sweat and with the feeling of Melancholy burning every inch of his body. But he was unharmed. And now he knew the final words he had spoken to his nemesis to be the truth.

A few miles west, in an entirely unrelated string of events, The Squirrel which is dressed as a Bird and also drunk jumped off a cliff.

“Look at me, I can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..............

SQUASH!!!

[silverspawn]

Day 2 Final Vote Count

A Drowned Kernel (1): Hydrad
Hydrad (1): Pit
Pit (4): Teproc, Awaclus, A Drowned Kernel, Jimmmmm
Jimmmmm (1): CalignoBot

With 7 alive it took 4 to lynch.

[silverspawn]

Pit has been lynched. He was The Squirrel which is dressed as a Bird, a Vanilla Townie.

Day 3 will start at February 18, 10pm Forum Time.

[silverspawn]

After the incident, no-one had remembered to free Pete from his bonds (and they may or may not have let him there anyway). And so, unnoticed by everyone, he slowly died of thirst...

A Drowned Kernel has died in the night. He was Pete, a Vanilla Townie.

Day 3 starts!

[silverspawn]

Vote Count 3.0

Not Voting (5): Awaclus, CalignoBot, Hydrad, Jimmmmm, Teproc

With 5 alive it takes 3 to lynch. Day 3 will end at  February 28, 3pm Forum Time

[Hydrad]

aaaaand were back.

[Jimmmmm]

I think I/we are in trouble. Nice that CB has survived this long though.

[Awaclus]

Huh, maybe I should stop finding Pit scummy every time.

Anyway, I still don't think Teproc is scum, so I'm fine with a Hydrad lynch or a Jimmmmm lynch.

[Teproc]

I decidedly don't get scum's NKs this game...

That's fine by me though, 2/3 chance of lynching scum is pretty awesome. I'll have to do a full reread though.

[Hydrad]

noooo its stalling again!

Uh I think Awa/Jimmm is scummiest. I'm feeling pretty good about teproc.

[Teproc]

I should get the time to reread this sometimes this week-end.

But please, don't wait for me to talk. Just don't do anything stupid.

protect: CalignoBot and while I'm at it, request a prod on CalignoBot

[silverspawn]

prod sent.

[Jimmmmm]

Was away for the weekend, although looks like I didn't miss much. I'll also be pretty busy for the next 2-3 days.

[CalignoBot]

I'm here. This is what happens when I leave a tab open to the abyss.

I'll read up shortly.

[CalignoBot]

First note offhand: ADK kill is completely counter-productive if Teproc is scum. I'm aware it could be to give him towncred, but that's very unlikely when he was under so much fire already.

Plus he's the only other power role we know of, and I can't see innocent child being the only town power role in 9p. There's not enough impact there for it to work.

[CalignoBot]

Hydrad was starting to be against his ADK-scumread around the end of day 1 and went full force on it when day 2 began. This feels fabricated.

I'll most likely be voting Hydrad today, I'm just not sure who the partner is quite yet.

[Hydrad]

Oh. Calignobot... You should go back to lurking

[Awaclus]

I'll vote Jimmmmmm if there's a wagon on himmmmmm, but otherwise I'd rather lynch Hydrad today. They're probably both scum, but I feel a little bit better about a Hydrad lynch today.

[Awaclus]

I just re-read the relevant people and I really just don't think Teproc is scum here. This might be a mistake, but it's got to be right.

Vote: Hydrad

[Hydrad]

Hmmm this is bad.

If this keeps up at this pace we are going to lose so I'm think I'm going to go for it. Hopefully this will also start some discussion.

Challange: Awaclus