SORRY ABOUT OVERTIME I UNDERESTIMATED THE TIME IT TAKES TO WRITE THESE, DAMMIT PROVIDENCE HOW DO YOU DO IT.
For those of you who haven't been following, I'm taking over for Providence for a bit while he's gone.
Day Six Has Ended.
He sat on a balcony looking over the city morgue, downing his fifth cup of Medoc for the day. Day zero, the mayor had announced a crisis. Enemies within the state. Day one, the town goes on a lynching spree. Day six, and the politics of the town weren't fun to play with anymore. He refrained from voting, from attending meetings.
Two graves towered over the others in the morgue, those of wquist and Cosine. They had sacrificed life and limb to keeping the villagers united under a common eye in the sky.
That was two nights ago, of course. When it was still worth leaving the house.
He heard a knock at the door. That's nice. A visitor. But the crash of splintered wood below him showed that maybe his neighbors weren't so friendly.
Shadows appeared at the head of the stairwell. Five, or six. Or fifty. Sixty. The Medoc had set in and it was hard to tell, not that it mattered.
Lights. Someone had a torch. It was nice to see the sparks fly. Some red and yellow and a hint of blue near the center, little burning butterflies, and a little green if you use your imagination and the silver glint of a slightly bloodied pistol and as he leaned against the balcony and looked up at the sky there was an orange mist and the clouds appeared wispy against the horizon and there was a loud ringing sound and some white gunpowder filled the air and RayOfLight010 the Regular Villager took a long, long nap.
Night Six Has Begun.
Wolves and etc you have 24 hours to PM me your whatever. Night ends 7 PM EST (GMT -5).