At a toll booth just outside the city, Sonny steps forward to pay, unaware of the danger lurking just yards from him.
The bullets fly. Sonny’s body gesticulates wildly, though he fights to find his gun with one hand, and the New Glarus IPA he’s just purchased with the other. In the end, he gets his hand on what he wants.
The beer goes through him and pours out of every exit wound, a la Looney Tunes, and Sonny drops to the ground dead.
“Full of beer, he was. Is very inspirink,” says one Russian.
“Eh, should have been vodka,” the other avers coldly.
kg2005 (railroad spike through the head, day 1, Villager)
Spookymilk (general mutilation, maybe it wasn’t Crazy Ivan’s sausage?, night 1, Villager)
mbnovak (Made into sausage, day 2, Villager)
The Dread Pirate (shot at and run down like a dog, night 2, Villager)
nibbish (happy face blasted into his chest by an Irish superman, day three, Mafioso)
cheaptoy (gunned down at a toll booth after a beer run, Villager)
adobery
Beau
bhiggum
greekhouse
Grey
hungry joe
strategery
The Dread Pirate
Since you’re used to a 9pm Central end time in this one, that’s where it’s going to stay.
Note that I’ll be at work for a large portion of today. After the first hour or so here, I’ll be gone until about 6:30pm Central. Gather votes if they need gathering, and I’ll do my damnedest to check in at slow moments to see if a majority has been reached.
***IT IS DAY***
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