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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:44 pm

As usual, vote here only.

Padme Potter of Hobbiton tapped her foot. The chair this “warden” had offered her remained distinctly empty. She glared at this strange hook-nosed man who seemed so out of place among the warden’s various possessions littering the surroundings, such as a golden spoon.

“You’re not the warden!” she growled at him.

“On the contrary, madam, I-”

“…Did you just call me…madam?”

“Yes, I did, but I do not understand why that would be a problem-”

“You! Answer my question! Where is the warden and what did you do with him?”

He picked up a pipe and twirled it between his fingers. “Well,” he pursed his lips and rubbed a hand against his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll answer your question if you can answer mine.”

“I asked first!” Padme snapped.

“Yes, but you see, I have no reason to answer your question. But if you could tell me one thing, I would be quite willing to accommodate you.”

Padme stood in silence for a few moments before she sighed. “Okay. Fine. What is it?”

“Tell me…do you know why the caged bird sings?”

“That’s all?” she blinked. “That’s all?” she laughed derisively. “That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard! Surely you can do better than that.”

“Answer the question.”

“Fine. It’s because of 42.”

The new warden spluttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s elementary, dear ‘warden’,” Padme crossed her arms. “It’s the answer to life, the universe, everything!”

He sat in silence, twirling the pipe in his hands thoughtfully. Finally, he said, “Hm. This requires more thought. In the meantime, you may go. To your cell.”

“But you haven’t answered my question!”

“It will be answered…in time. If your answer holds up. Now, go.”

Padme ended up in her cell that night. However, the warden apparently failed to notice that his office was now missing a golden spoon.

---Later That Night---

While he was not a duke of Earl or other such nonsense, Dukes still lived in style. Well, not everyone would call it style. But it was his style, and he was proud of it. But, apparently, there was a catch.

“22?” he moaned.

The strange person in front of him nodded. “22.”

“But I can’t do 22 chin-ups!” he whined. “How can I win a free trip to Willoughby when I can’t do what you want me to so I can win it?”

“How do you know until you’ve tried?”

Dukes sighed. He looked at the bar in front of him. Grumbling, he grasped the bar and started to pull his weight onto it.

Unfortunately for him, the bar was not stable. It broke, and he tumbled with a scream onto what he thought was secure ground, but instead it was a pit. Seeing the time it took for him to finally reach the bottom, it was a very long pit.

Thus, it proves that chin-ups are perhaps more evil than Crazed Killers.

---Later That Night---

It was around midnight. 12:42 am, to be precise. `Nymphie knew, because she watched the clock circle around in its endless path. Each tick was like the toll of a bell. It rang softly into the room, like an omen of death. Like the black cat crossing the path, like the broken mirror with seven years of bad luck in its wake. Her breath seemed to meld with the clock’s sound each time it rattled out of her chest, like a shriek of doom.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

In her hands, clasped tightly with chalk-white fingers, was a baseball bat. Though compared to the sniper’s rifle, would it do any good? She didn’t know. All she knew was the horrible feeling that she was going to die.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

All the lights were still on in her house. As if in some attempt to warn the sniper that she was still awake, that he, or she, would not catch her unaware. She was prepared, and yet how could she possibly be prepared to face her own destruction?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. With a scream, she lashed out with the baseball bat and struck the clock. It shattered and fell to the ground in a crash of glass, springs, and broken metal. But she could still hear it ticking, ticking in her mind, pervading her thoughts like a dagger. It was like the monster that would not die, the monster that would not sleep. It was there, always there, coming from the walls, the ceiling, the very depths of her mind.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

With a sob escaping her throat, she rushed for the door to lock it, but suddenly it swung open. She gasped and stepped back to find the sniper standing before her, rifle in hand. Her heart skipped a beat and dropped into her feet.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

With a scream, she cried, “The bell tolls not for me but for thee!” and raised the baseball bat over her head to strike-

BLAM

As Nymphie collapsed to the ground, her last fading thoughts were simple.

”Tick. Tick. Tick.”

Padme Potter of Hobbiton has been voted off, Dukes has been killed, and `Nymphie has been sniped.

Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:46 pm

I #12 Roy Salamandra vote #2 Wrendraith this round. <3
J00 smell suspicious at the moment.

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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:47 pm

I, #75 `Aine Chievious, vote for #75 `Aine Chievious.

VOTE FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:50 pm

Saint Alain, #37, accuses HirunHikari, #1 weddingsakura, #77, of being the Sniper/Crazed Killer.

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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:51 pm

I #6 Gthb vote #1 Hirun #6 Gthb

Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:52 pm

I, Kenshinsg (81) vote for Ho` Shiz (44) again for playing World of Warcraft and not knowing anything about night elves.
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...Elune will smite him
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Woot first page!

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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:52 pm

#82 for #66 again.

Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:52 pm

#17 votes for...

#55, IflanaNifi.

Kenshinsg: Night Elves = Rougues and Druids for best results. They can be whatever else is available to them, though, and still be effective.