Day 3 Ends!
“Welcome to the 85th Annual Meeting of the Tin Foil Hat Society! We have an exciting program for you all. New developments in Tin Foil Hat construction will be demonstrated. As always, vendors from around the world are on hand to deliver to you the supplies and patterns necessary to construct the perfect Tin Foil Hat. Back again after it’s wildly successful debut, the Tin Foil Hat fashion show will begin at 8 pm in Conference Room B. That’s a change from your schedules. Conference Room B. There are a couple of new categories this year to the Fashion Show. Tin Foil Underwear will have a dedicated judging process and awards. Learn how to keep cell phone radiation away from your future kin. Other clothing apparel will be judged as well. We all know how important it is to protect the entrails as well.â€
Someone bursts into the room. He’s screaming. A ruckus forms around the newcomer. As the source of confusion nears the stage, you can hear his words...
“Terrible! It went horribly wrong!â€
He bounces on stage and takes over the microphone.
“Our worst fears have been realized†he gasps, trying to catch some air.
“Bad Ash and I were field testing a new Tin Foil Total Body Suit. We took it out into the real world. Such a mistake. We ended up over in the Low Riders Club convention. They were doing some competitions: loudest car and highest bunny hops. As Bad Ash neared the announcers, weird things started happening.
At first, it sounded like feedback. Then it changed into a high pitched wailing. Soon though.. too soon...we began hear voices. Evil voices. Everyone could hear the voices.
The room became quiet as everyone was listening. Then it became clear: The voices were coming from Bad Ash! Not Bad Ash himself, but from the Tin Foil Suit!. It turned on us. Soon, all the speakers in the hall began to broadcast the Tin Foil Suit’s evil words. No ears were spared. No mind unphased.
The Low Riders didn’t like what the Tin Foil Suit was saying. They were already agitated, but now they had a focus: Bad Ash. Low riding bicycles tricked out in bling kept Bad Ash from escaping while the hydraulic muscle moved in. Unfortunately, Bad Ash was unable to free himself from the suit. He tried dodging the hopping, hungry cars. And at first he did, but wearing 65 pounds of Tin Foil wears you out fast.
It as a 1962 Ford Fairlane, all in gold chrome - even the undercarriage - that got him first. Bad Ash’s leg couldn’t get out of the way in time. A sickening crunch signaled the end. The frenzy was on.
I ran away as fast as I could. The evil words of the evil Tin Foil Suit still audible. Bad Ash, unfortunately, no longer held enough breath to scream...
Bad Ash has been lynched. He was the Reflector. Pro-Town.
Final Vote Count:
Moar (2) - Sathoris, Bad Ash
flubbucket (0) -
Bad Ash (6) - MartinLong, Moar, Caluin Graye, Gwaihir, thefranklin, kestegs
Send in your night actions. Day 4 will start Wednesday at 5pm EST (22:00 GMT). Night actions are due one hour earlier.
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