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"Push her in the jail cell!"
"Yea, OWW! SON OF A SH---!"
"OMG You're bleeding!"
"Her Sh---ing grunny bit me in the Sh---ing hand!"
IflanaNifi laughed. "If anyone's the Sniper, it's my Grunny, not me!" She allowed herself to be shoved into the jail cell, regardless. The GCDers milled away, no longer interested.

The scene inside the cell was... Interesting. Grey and OH SNAPZ! were sitting on the floor, crosslegged, each holding their hands up in the air with their fingers closed, pinky extended. Duke was on the other side, appearing to pour an imaginary drink.

"More tea, George?"

Grey nodded, and extended his hand, which, as Iflana could now see, was holding an imaginary tea cup. Duke 'poured' Grey a drink.

"And, you, George?"

OH SNAPZ! shook his head. "Thanks, Duke, but I think I'm good."

Duke looked crestfallen, but then his face brightened, and he turned and picked up an imaginary plate. "How about a crumpet?"

OH SNAPZ! shrugged. "Sure, Duke, I'd love a--"

"OMG I LOVE YOUR GREEN FUZZY HAT, GEORGE!" Duke squealed and jumped up, running over to Iflana, who was, at the time, staring, dumbfounded.

"Uh Duke, That'snotahat!" Grey attempted to warn Duke but...

::CHOMP::

"GAHHH! MEAN HAT! DUKE SMASH!"

And he did just that, knocking Iflana and her Grunny out cold on the ground. He then turned around calmly sat back down, continuing the tea party. "Crumpet, George?"


---Later That Night---

:LAM!::

The GCDers awoke, already knowing another had died. The snow's prints told the story of what had happened.

In the center of town, there was an apparent struggle; the snow was tramped down, showing two pairs of footprints; on clad in boots, the other barefoot. At the heart of the struggle was bloodspatter, with a steady pattern of bloody holes approximately six inches in diameter, alternating from left to right, each about three feet apart. Footprints, almost, but shaped oddly, and obviously bleeding. In addition, there were several bloody skidmarks, and marks in the snow that could have been made from someone falling. The prints immediately grew further and further apart, as if whatever was making them had begun to run. This continued for about a mile, alternating between about ten prints, then a skid and fall. And all along the side of the bloody prints were bootmarks, as if an individual was following along at a steady, walking pace.

Near the end of the trail, the blood lessened, but only slightly, and the skid and fall marks became more frequent. The bloody holes were closer together, and the boot prints had stopped. Some twenty or thirty feet after the bootmarks stopped, kenshinsg's body lay, a bullet hole in the back of his head. The bootmarks continued off in a different direction, disappearing into the forest.

The cause of the bloody prints was immediately apparent; his feet had been cut off, and he had been made to carry them, as he stumbled away from the Sniper that was calmly following him at gunpoint. When he could no longer continue, the Sniper shot him.

A note was found dropped on the ground where the bootprints stopped.

"He tried to run. Now try to hide."


IflanaNifi has been jailed, and kenshinsg has been killed.

"I TOLD YOU! I'm NOT THE SNIPER!"
"Yeah, yeah. Tell it to Duke."
"But I--"

The GCDers shoved Bellecat into the cell. A newsreporter's journal fell out of her pocket.

"SEE? Here are the clues! I'm the NEWSREPORTER, you IDIOTS!"

The GCDers looked dumbfounded.

"Uhh.. SUSPICIOUS?"
They bolted. Oops. They put the wrong GCDer in Jail. Maybe they should have listened...

---A little later, at the Jail---

"And tonight, we have some SPECIAL GUESTS! Presenting Bubba and the Pansies!"

Bubba and his Pansies, (Gthb, Cadbury Creme Egg, Nymphiedora, Korikun the cat, and Merumiharu) took the stage. Korikun blew a chord on his harmonica, and Cadbury twirled in his tutu. Then, there was silence.

The members of the band looked at each other. It was Nymphie that broke the silence.
"Bubba. We don't know any songs, do we?"
Bubba shook his head.

Duke ran up on stage and tackled Bubba in a glomp-style hug.
"My long lost brother! It's you! GEORGE!"

Bubba looked confused. "I'm Bubba. Not George."

Duke looked crestfallen. "Oh. Nevermind." He paused, then smacked Bubba upside the head with his fist.
"Tag! You're it!"

Thus, the game of Jailcell tag commenced. No one knew who won, but everyone was covered with bruises by the end.



---Later That Night---

::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
::Sshhh-Thud::
:: BLAM! ::


The GCDers filed out of their houses. In the center of town, tied to a tree, was the body of a GCDer. Seven arrows transfixed her to the trunk; One in her thigh, one in each of her arms, one in her foot, one in her shoulder, one at the connection between her neck and shoulders, and one in the right side of her abdomen.
A bullet hole was square in the middle of her forehead. Chikorin Moonie was dead.


Bellecat, the Newsreporter, has been voted off, and Chikorin Moonie has been killed.

(Sorry for shortness.)

As the newest 'George' entered the cell, he was met with a flurry of feathers and a sudden "WHOMP" to the head.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"

Druki grabbed a pillow and joined in. Aiming for the largest one, Druki headed for Duke, who promptly smacked him in the face so hard with the pillow he was slammed into the wall behind him. His DJ's flew off and landed on Duke's head.

"Oooh. Music..."

Duke began to dance, twirling and leaping with amazing grace. He managed to pull off a quadruple pirouette, finishing with a stunning leap into a split. Who knew Duke was a ballerina? (Excuse me, Cavalier.)

Druki looked confused. "Erm... Those are just the headphones, there's no actual musi--

"DUKE LIKE PRETTY MUSIC."

Someone smacked Druki with a pillow from behind. Another person smacked IflanaNifi's head, upsetting the grunny, who began to tear apart the pillows, sending more feathers flying.

Duke, meanwhile, was doing an excellent job of performing some expert ballet moves and beating the... Tar... out of the others with his pillow, at the same time.



---Later That Night---

:: BLAM! ::

"Something's not right."
"There's a hole in her head, but no blood."
"She looks... Odd."

Indeed, the girl's body DID look somewhat... Odd. Her long, brown, curly, luxurious locks cascaded down her shoulders and onto the ground she lay on. Her shirt was ripped down the center, and her stockings were torn. Her skin was extremely pale, as if she'd been drained of blood. Even her lips were near-white. Her face looked oddly distorted... Almost... Bloated. Her legs and arms, too, were misshapen, seeming to lack joints and posessing slight bulges where there shouldn't have been bulges. Her eyes were open, staring, seeming almost glassy and unreal. The hole in her head was bloodless, and almost seemed to be--

Someone screamed, and the sound of vomit hitting the ground could be heard.

In the snow, some 40 feet away from her body, lay another body. Or... Her body, again.

Blood. Blood was everyewhere, as always, but never as much as this. The bright red staining the snow was so prominent that it was a suprise they had found her other body first. She'd been skinned. Every piece of skin had been carefully removed from her body, keeping intact every layer of bone, muscle, tissue, and fat. Even her lips had been carefully removed, never removing more than just the skin. Her muscles were all plainly visible, showing where she had been active, and where not. She was the perfect example of human anatomy, down to every last detail. Her body lay in a position of agony, and judging from the marks in the snow, she'd been writhing in pain.

The GCDers returned to the first body. Someone opened her torn jacket, revealing sewn seams down her chest and thighs, across her ankles, wrists, fingers, arms, and neck, as well as the back of the head.
She'd been skinned alive. While the dummy posessed a bullet hole, through which bits of fiberfill and snow was poking, the other body posessed no hole. She'd been skinned and left to die, while her skin was being sewn and stuffed like a toy, eyes replaced with glass beads.

Someone out of the crowd had the nerve to make a snide remark.



"Anyone want a Sabishii Hitotsu plushie?"

Druki has been voted off, and Sabishii Hitotsu has been plushified.

"George!"
Hamster Tree looked confused. "My name's Hamster Tree."

Duke looked confused. "Your name is not George? But everyone else is George!"
Hamster Tree looked even more confused. "No, that's Grey, and that's OH SNAPZ!, and that's If--"

"WHAT?! YOU NOT GEORGE?!"
The others looked bewildered. "Er... Well... Not really..."

"Then what ARE your names?"

The jailbirds introduced themselves. Duke looked rather crestfallen. "But what about Mr. Warden?"

The Warden shrugged. "I'm George."
Hamster Tree blinked. "No, what were you before you were re-named George?"
The Warden blinked back. "Uhh... Fetus?"
"Oh. Nice to meet you, Fetus."
The Warden, and several jailbirds blinked.

Someone mumbled from the back. "Can we just go back to George?"

"YAY! GEORGES! HUGS FOR ALL!"

Bones snapping could be heard.


---Later That Night---

The Sniper approached a house, outside of which a GCDer was standing.

"Hello, [Coffee]."

[Coffee] balked. "You.. You're the Sniper! NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO KILL THIS PERSON! I'm protecting them! You're not getting them tonight!"

The Sniper smiled and spoke softly.
"[Coffee], I'm not here for the person you're guarding. I'm here for you."

[Coffee] looked frightened, but opened his mouth to shout at the top of his lungs to alert the GCDers of his presence.
He never made a sound.

The Sniper raised the rifle and fired.

The bullet rocketed towards [Coffee]'s head, creating invisible ripples in the air around it. It pierced the skin, then fractured the skull, penetrating through the brain. As it passed through each section of the brain, [Coffee] lost abilities to function. By the time it had passed through his head and exploded out the back, sending pieces of skull, flesh, and brain splattering against the door behind him, he was already dead, and the Sniper on it's way.

Hamster Tree has been voted off, and [Coffee], a G-Team member, has been killed.

The GCDers dragged Qwake into the jail cell, shut the door, and left. Qwake padded silently to an empty bunk, hoping not to wake the sleeping occupants, who all seemed to be recovering from various injuries.
He took a step, and a joint in his body cracked, waking Duke.

"GEORGE!"

Every single one of the jail cell's occupants flinched in fear. Duke came barreling over and scooped up Quake, plopped down on the bunk, and promptly fell asleep.
Quake was nestled in Duke's arms as would a teddy bear.

It would be a long night.


---Later That Night---


The Sniper opened the door to Emo_Fag's house, pointing the rifle at her head as it walked toward her.
The Sniper poked her with the muzzle of the gun, and woke her.
"Shh. Don't speak until I tell you, or I shoot you. Guess my name in three tries, or die. Speak. Speak too loudly, and I shoot."

Emo looked bewildered, but stumbled for words.
"Er, uh... Spencer-kun?"

The Sniper cocked the gun. "Nope."

She looked even more nervous.
"L-lanzer?"

The Sniper removed the saftey. "Nope."

In desperation, she blurted out the last name she could think of.
"Rumplestilskin?!"

The Sniper grinned. "Nop-- Wait, what did you say? Rumplestilskin?! How in the hell did you know my name is --"
:LAM!::

"Fooled 'ya."


Qwake has been voted off, and Emo_Fag has been killed.

"But itizzle isn't me!"

Newzpop Reporter Tyro Bong was tossed into his own jail cell, pouting.

Just as the Warden turned to leave, the other jailbirds yelled out.

"Wait! We want to go back with Duke! Please? We don't mind."

The Warden shrugged. "Er, alright. Everyone? What about you, Tyro?"

Tyro shrugged and nodded.
Everyone was herded back into the first jail cell, offering Duke hugs. He declined them all, and continued to sulk in a corner, turning around only to glare at the newest occupant.

"You talk funny, Georgizzle."



---Later That Night---

The Sniper quietly entered ChildoftheMoon's house, locking the door.
It walked into her bathroom, filled a large tub with water, and carried it back into her bedroom. It loaded the gun, cocked it, and pointed it at her.

"Wake up."

She woke up, terrified. "Oh god, No!"

The Sniper chuckled. "Oh yes. Now, you have two choices. Drown yourself in that tub of water, or I'll find my own... creative way to destroy you."

She balked. "I can't drown myself in that! I can only fit my head in there! I... I can't do it!"

The Sniper sneered. "Try hard."

Sobbing, and in fear of greater torment from the Sniper, she stuck her head in the tub. Her first attempt failed. It was difficult to drown oneself, when it was so easy not to!


Three attempts later, the Sniper left, ChildoftheMoon dead in the tub of water.



Newzpop Reporter Tyro Bong has been jailed, and ChildoftheMoon has been killed.