The kids snuggled up by the fire, eager to wait just a few more nights for Christmas. The children dreamed about winning Survivor, outfoxing other people for no real gain, and the Name That Tune game adobery is running that they signed up for nine months ago (I haven’t given up on this. I really haven’t, gang).
A few naughty kids, bored at night, decided they should sacrifice a child to Pitch, their leader. They’re…pretty bad kids. As they tossed kg2005 into the festive holiday fire, the rest of the kids redirected their dreams to grilled chicken, ’cause hey, something smelled good. I’ll stop short of having the kids actually eat kg, though. They’re kids, and this isn’t Lord of the Flies. Yet.
joepunman (Day One, nice, ate his puns)
kg2005 (Night One, nice, Roasted but not eaten)
The Dread Pirate
Eight is a majority. NIGHT is at 9pm Central.
IT IS DAY.