NIGHT 2: those who are silent are killed

The hour following the discovery of Bill’s severed hand was chaotic, to say the least. Jim, probably because he was the one to open the box, went in to hysterics. He pulled his hair and shouted for several minutes about finding out the killers, voted for Kurt in a moment of confusion, and then sat completely still, obviously numb, on his chair. The mayor had fainted, and because the doctor was undercover, nobody checked her to make sure she was OK. They simply left her lying there.

The meeting happened quite quickly. With the mayor on the floor, Jay took it upon himself to take over the meeting. He deftly counted and recounted the votes, urged those with little to say to participate, and ultimately achieved a majority vote. The town voted for Jim. With Jim still in shock at his table, he didn’t have the power to defend himself. The town understood his silence as an admission of guilt.

Jim was taken out behind the restaurant. Two large vats of ketchup were carried beside him. Knowing Jim’s love for Heinz, it was decided this would at least be somewhat merciful. The townspeople poured the ketchup down his throat, ounce after ounce, until his eyes rolled back and his lifeless was body was all that was left. After the execution was finished, two people swore they heard Jimmy mutter quietly to himself as he was being dragged outside, “On my honor as a Boy Scout, I did NOT kill my father.” After a thorough search of his home that night, they found out it was true. The town had murdered an innocent townie.

It is now NIGHT. There is to be no communication on the blog or otherwise. Those with night roles need to email me by midnight tonight. As Jim is now dead, he may not comment.