Splish Splash Splatter
another one bites the dust
It was a subdued atmosphere in the camp, the overnight changes had influenced the mood somewhat, few if any remembered themselves or others in their “previous” life, but somehow the atmosphere was less loose.
Votes had been made throughout the day, people still getting used to their new personae and now once again totally clueless about other people’s part.
Snickers still had this weird urges for playing with C4, but had no idea how he got them and wondered what brought it about, Mourning was still orange coloured, the chips had not changed anyone’s colour so his was still the same to, but as all others he was clueless as to how he got to be this way, which on a side note, was not the only thing he was clueless about.
Hoop was shooting some hoops at the side of the building, enjoying the weather and wondering what was next, with in the shadow obnoxiousmodesty looking on, somewhat nervous, after all there were quite a few people that had voted for him and made such public knowledge by shouting that he had done a bad job, but what job would that be he wondered????
Snickers came out to the middle of the court, looking at the rostrum, carrying a small parcel in his hand, and decided not to climb the rostrum, somehow he felt that it would make him an easy target and what’s more, single him out to much, after all people tended not to look to favourable to mayors in this game, and he would have preferred a lot of roles but this was not his life ambition.
He coughed a few times but that drew little attention, so instead he howled loudly, which DID get some attention, in seconds all participants were on the frontcourt and looking somewhat shocked at Snickers.
“Thank you for your attention” Snickers said “I have counted your votes and come to the conclusion that you are just as clueless as I am, and therefore I am voting for my own idea, even though I know that won’t go down well, but then again, no matter what I do, you will find a way to say I did wrong anyway, so why am I even bothering”.
His voice started out loud and clear but near the end was nothing more then a grumble. So many only heard half of it, but then, where they really interested as long as it wasn’t them?
Suddenly Onoxiousmodesty made a run for the parcel that was now to the side of Snickers on the floor, he picked it up, rushed off to the back where he found Nashbro and like a Colts player threw the parcel the shirt distance where an amazed Nashbro knew nothing better to do then pick it up and look ahead silently in utter amazement, What was going on here?
Snickers started to shout “NO------------------KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM” and the particles of Nashbro rained down on the frontcourt……..
When the silent had returned and the splish-splash of landing parts had died out Snickers continued as if nothing happened; “I have decided that Nashbro is to die, the parcel was his farewell present”.
“I still have no idea what made me use the C4, but I must say, it exceeded my expectations as to its usefulness” he continued.
The crowd was also silent in amazement, the only sound that could be heard was the hollow laughter of Obnoxiousmodesty who thought he escaped dead once again and was starting to think this game wasn’t as bad as it was made out to be.
In the falling light however all of a sudden a shape took form above the frontcourt and within seconds a giant eye was revealed, and after winking a few times, a tear formed in the corner of the eye and when it fell on the frontcourt the eye disappeared, leaving behind the participants wet as if a sudden rain had swept the park.
The mood, lightened a few seconds ago over the fact that it wasn’t them that were killed once again changed in to a sullen mood, one of despair that they had killed what little chance they had of “knowing” who was a wolf.
With that festive thought they withdrew to their cottages, ready for another night of fright, a night in which the wolves ruled, what would be in stock and what was that threatening ghostly presence they all felt?
Wolves; start voting! (pm me)