Day 2

The mob quickly brought Lanthanide to the stage. Lanthanide himself offered no resistance.

"Farewell to thee, mafia scum!" proclaimed someone from the crowd. Unlike the previous day, the town was confident in their decision.

"I'll have none of this," Lanthanide stated. He then took a bite from a tablet concealed in his upper lip. The town watched as foam poured out of his mouth and he collapsed on the ground. A doctor ran up to check his pulse, and he confirmed that Lanthanide was dead.

Due to a technicality in the law that was drafted on lynching, the town was still obligated to hang Lanthanide's corpse. Everyone was instructed to pretend as though he were alive until the process was completed.

Night 3 begins. Send your actions by Sunday, November 4th, 11:59PM Eastern.

Night 3

Caution. Cowardice. The world could use a little less of both. That's where I come in.

You think you're untouchable. You think you're safe. And from what? I'd hardly call your tactic one of strategy, or even of thought. You think the words you speak are wise ones? No, the lackluster performance you've given tells a different story. You are not the cunning man you think you are; I'll tell you what you are.

You're pathetic. You're careless, brainless. Your silence is an insult, and your vocality is worse. You are ignorant to the present situation, and arrogant in your assertion of it.

And oh yes, you are, in fact, touchable. From my hand, no one is safe.

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Breaking and entering has been a problem as of late. The home did not have any alarm system, and the trespasser entered through a shattered window, taking care not to get cut from the jagged glass. All the lights were out; the target was presumably sleeping. Having a poor eye for the night, the intruder slowly made their way down the hall. A hand brushed around for a light switch, and eventually found a panel with three of them, which were then quickly toggled to see what they did: one seemed to toggle the living room; another seemed to cover the hallway; and the third did not seem to toggle any light at all. At this point, there was no concern for stealth, and all switches (including the mystery light) were left on.

When the bedroom was finally reached, a surprise greeted the guest. "Oh, looks like someone did my job for me." The intruder was somewhat disappointed, and a little offset from the amount of blood spilled and soaked into the bedding. "Oh well; maybe I can figure out what that light switch actually does."

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Getting wise from the last night's demonstration, the town elected night watch for the Town Square. Unfortunately, rayNimagi never showed up for his shift, so one man was left watching the gallows on his own. There were no witnesses, so it can only be speculated how BiOAtK ended up getting put onto the structure he was scheduled to protect.

Day 3 begins. Cast your vote by Tuesday, November 6th, 11:59PM Eastern.