{"id":13791,"date":"2019-04-09T14:47:14","date_gmt":"2019-04-09T19:47:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/adobery.com\/?p=13791"},"modified":"2020-03-15T06:47:20","modified_gmt":"2020-03-15T06:47:20","slug":"taciturnsville-day-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adobery.com\/index.php\/2019\/04\/09\/taciturnsville-day-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Taciturnsville: Day 3"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Some time in the middle of the night Beezy wakes up to her stomach rumbling.  <\/em><\/p>\n

“Damn raccoon stew,” she mumbles to no one. She shuffles towards the bathroom, but stops, sensing someone is there. She freezes, and without turning around and asks, “Who’s there?”<\/em><\/p>\n

“You know who,” they say.<\/em><\/p>\n

“No, no I don’t have to know. Let’s just say I don’t know. I won’t tell anyone who you are. I promise!” she says frantically.<\/em><\/p>\n

“It is too late for that,” he\/she replies.<\/em><\/p>\n

“No. C’mon! I always love a Novak death! You see? I’m on your side!”<\/em><\/p>\n

“Come step up onto this chair please.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Beezy still can’t bring herself to turn around, so one of the wolves picks her up and stands her up on the chair. Something is slipped around her neck and cinched tight.<\/em><\/p>\n

“Don’t do this. I always love a….”<\/em><\/p>\n

The chair had been kicked away and her neck snaps.<\/em><\/p>\n

Day ends at 9 p.m.  6 votes needed for a majority, 3 minimum to be lynched.
\nTodahshy has the option of making a special post today.<\/p>\n

Rules\/Roles<\/a><\/p>\n

nettiebarron<\/del>: Mayor, voted out of office<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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mbnovak<\/del>: Courter, Heart broken
\nBigPapaJonTheElf<\/del>: Priest, lynched mostly correctly
\nBeezy<\/del>: villager, lynched wolf-style<\/p>\n

The village<\/b>
\nspookymilk
\ncodefox
\nbhiggum
\nviolabeenice
\nBeau
\nash10101
\ntodahshy
\nThe Dread Pirate
\nMelissa D
\nNibbish
\nColin Prime<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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