Murder By The Book - Ender's Game

Day End Votals

Whimbrel - 7 (Gnauga, Dalm, Nova, Seedy, Schazer, Garuru, Palamedes)
Dalm - 2 (Sotek, icanhasdonut)

The decision has been made, and rather swiftly. Whimbrel is lead to the makeshift gallows and the noose is place around her neck.

She's asked if she has any last words.

"To be or not to be," she says dramatically. "That is the question - and it seems the answer is, not. Farewell, my comrades-in-arms; may the vipers in our nest be routed. And now, I must depart this mortal coil."

She tightens the rope dramatically.

Whimbrel was Rory Ringepinder, playwright. She had no abilities. However, each night she had the option to write a short dialogue between two other players. This would generally have no effect, but it might amuse the mods.

In other words, she was another caramel townie.

As the group ponders this revelation, a loud sound echoes off in the distance; it sounds like a police siren. For a brief moment, there is hope that perhaps this ordeal will end early, but it soon passes as the siren fades.

It seems outside help will not be coming. There is to be no respite. Night falls, and everyone must prepare for more debate and death.

It's night, please get your actions in promptly.