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Scelero fidgeted. She didn’t understand the change. She was expecting to be shoved into jail, witness the new jailbird, and participate in whatever comic relief would occur due to her experiences. However, instead of being able to relax in a jail cell, completely (that is, we hope) safe, she was brought to the warden’s office. She stared into the silent face of a completely unknown man who looked disturbingly like he just stepped out of Victorian England into a western, thanks to the warden’s hat.

“Now,” he intoned, sitting back in his chair with his fingers interlocked, resting on the desk. “You may go free.”

“Free?” Scelero blinked, flabbergasted. “But…they just put me in here! Aren’t I supposed to be subjected to bone-crushing hugs, nightclubs, and fashion parties?” she whined.

“Not anymore, no,” a thin, humorless smile flitted across his face for precisely two milliseconds. “But first you must answer one question.”

“What?”

He glared across the desk at her, like an IRS agent ready to pounce on the unwary taxpayer. “Do you know why the caged bird sings?!”

She blinked and tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean? African or European?”

There was a long silence. The temperature in the room seemed to drop below freezing.

“Of mice and men, you are the weakest link,” he seethed. “Goodbye.”

A trapdoor suddenly opened up beneath her chair, and Scelero screamed as she plummeted into embracing darkness.

---Later That Night---

“What are you talking about? It’s only 80 degrees Fahrenheit, not 451!” inasanemonkey1230 glared.

“Well,” FortenraAskasa grinned, “it was in 1984.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.”

“You have no proof!”

“Oh, but I do. You see, it happened when it was the tale of two black cats who were called to the wild to take part in a club based on joy and luck. They ran into the Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s court, but it turned into the hunt for red letters, which were both scarlet and purloined.”

“Oh. I see. Guess what?”

“What?”

“I hate you.”

Before Forten managed to reply, there was a sudden noise. The two whipped around to try to see the source-

SWIIIISH, THUNK

Forten toppled over with a number of arrows sticking out of his back. Ina screamed and started to run, but she noticed a piece of paper clinging to the end of one of the arrows. Slowly, she edged forward and grabbed the fragment. She scurried away, across the hills and through the grasses until she finally felt safe.

Panting, out of breath, she unrolled the paper.

She blinked.

“Big Brother is watching you?”

BLAM

Apparently, seeing the hole left in Ina’s head, Big Brother was doing more than watching.


Scelero has been jailed, FortenraAskasa has been killed, and inasanemonkey1230 has been shot.

I, #75 `Aine Chievious, vote for #79 VlanzO for day 2, Game 7.

I number 42 `Gamemaniac votes for number 1 HirunHikari 35 Amigo_amigo_amigo ...because i'm not getting involved and seen as taking sides..

By any means Necessary

I, Jeff Jarrett, #40, vote Roger, #9.

I vote 6. Because I saw it under me. /flails/

Wow...I change my vote from hirun to #39 Bullet Rift.

And my number is 21.

I Parking Lot #24 vote for #39 Bullet Rift.