After loading up on extra take-away boxes (look, the food was really good) the gang left the restaurant to discuss their next move.

“We must avoid partisanship tonight, as there is too much danger to be divided,” said Robbie Newport. “Agreed,” replied Katherine. “It’s getting late, and I know we must retire for the night. Maybe, before we go, we could agree on a person to target, so we don’t have a repeat of the unfortunate Carter incident.” “Or we could just split into our own parties and democratically choose who to murder! A nice, clean murder, of course.” said Leslie, buried under a stack of waffle boxes. The other politicians nodded their heads and murmured in agreement.

“Fine, have it your way,” Katherine sighed. “Let’s meet tomorrow morning at the Smithsonian.”

 

That night, Jefferson Lazarus was taking a bath in his hotel room with a full bottle of red wine and his favorite revolutionary pamphlet, Common Sense. With his globe on the side of the bathtub to ward off attackers, he sat down to enjoy an hour of relaxation. As the steam began to fog up his glasses, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a strange shadow in the bathroom mirror. Quickly, he spun around, globe in hand, looking for attackers, but no one was there. In a fury, he leaned out the window, yelling “This globe will save my life once again!” and swinging his hand to the right. Unfortunately, the shadow was actually coming from outside the bathroom, and the owner of that shadow walked into the bathroom and gave Lazarus a hard push from behind. The stainless steel globe couldn’t stop his bones from shattering on the pavement.

several hours later, in the hotel room two doors down, clarence carson iii was watching infowars late into the night, alex jones was promoting super male vitality again, and clarence carson iii was just happy to find a role model he could look up to, obummer had swept the once-fine people of his nation into a mental breakdown, and although they were stuck in that breakdown, clarence carson iii was determined to get them out, but first, he had to go to bed, as he walked to his bedroom and pulled open the sheets, a masked figure rolled out from behind the bed and stabbed a knife six inches into his leg, as he bled out on the floor, his last words were “lincoln was a republican, everyone remember that now.”

Beau DuCroque was on the phone with his shiftless nephew, Buford. “Now boy, when the chickens cluck like that, they need to lay their eggs! You did fix the chicken coop, right? It’s been broken for four days! Don’t make me come down here and whip you like a sla… servant! Anyway, did you milk the cow? What do you mean, you didn’t milk the cow?! There will be no biscuits and gravy for you until you do these chores, do you hear me mister?” The phone line clicked, and Beau sat back in his chair with a sigh. Being a politician was a hard job. Even though he enjoyed the intelligent discourse and debate, a part of him just wanted to go back to the family farm, throw on his overalls, and start the engine of his tractor. “You know what, I am getting kind of old,” he thought to himself. “I’ll hang up my tie and become a true Southerner after this Russian debate. I can reconnect with my family, grow bountiful crops, go to church every day, keep those blacks away from my prop-”

A blow dart was shot into his neck, and he collapsed immediately.

At the Smithsonian the next morning, the three murders were mourned. Everyone also stopped for astronaut ice cream.

TCRM is dead. He was Vanilla Town.

subsaharan is dead. He was Vanilla Town.

MacCrocodile is dead. He was Vanilla Town.

 

THE PLAYERS

DEMOCRATS

Smapti Jones– Vanilla Town

A Winged Potato

spookyfriend

Capt. LindsayFunke

TCRM– Vanilla Town

ThoughtsThoughtsThoughts

HolsGG

Grumproro

El Marinero

Platypus Basileus

Zecko

REPUBLICANS

BannerThief

MacCrocodile– Vanilla Town

Lockeout

forget_it_jake

Doctor Nick

subsaharan– Vanilla Town

Annanomally

Colonel Mustard

Demyx

the good king snugglewumps

Mello Yello Enthusiast

ROLES

9 Democrats and 9 Republicans are split into:

11 Vanilla Town members

1 Justice (investigates people at night)

1 FBI Agent (protects/jails people at night)

4 Vanilla Russians

1 Russian Recruiter (can sway another American into being a Russian)

RULE CLARIFICATIONS

• The FBI Agent cannot jail themselves, or the same person two days in a row.
• Each night the Democrats and Republicans meet in secret to discuss one person to nightkill. They cannot kill a member of their own party
• Russians (wolves) will show up as Russian to the Justice’s investigations. Everyone else will be labeled American.
• The Russians win when they are equal to the number of town-aligned players left.
• Town wins when all the Russians are defeated.
• A tie at the end of day results in a tiebreaker round where the tied people can only be voted for. It will last two hours.
• A majority of living players voting for any one person (or No Lynch) ends the day early.
• No editing posts.
• No quoting or screencapping from your QTs.
• If you have any other questions about rules, because I forgot at least ten of them, please ask in QT, and I will answer publicly here.

Day ends Thursday at 4 PM EST.

Good luck!