The Atchafalaya Basin was angry on muggy September night. A storm was rolling in, thunder booming, lightning flashing, and rain pelting down on the innocent villagers. Too many nights had passed without them even seeing as much as a moral victory. They argued back and forth for hours, drenched and tired they finally decided that the lovable drunk Touch was the next to go. He was at the meeting and fought courageously against the villagers attack. They finally subdued him and tied him up.
Old Pickle Rick had just started his evening camp fire to cook his dinner when he sighed at the sight of the angry mob carrying Touch down to him. "Go ahead, this here interruption best be coming to an end soon. I'd like to eat in peace, you here!" Old Pickle Rick barked at the villagers as they tossed Touch into the fire.
Nothing happened, no screams, no yells for help, no cries of pain, nothing. Touch just sat in the fire laughing. Old Pickle Rick had seen this before, he reached into his bag and pulled out a wooden stake. With the flip of his wrist he shot the wooden stake with speed that resembled the lighting flashing in the night sky. The stake hurled through the air towards Touch. Just before it reached him a man in the crowd yelled, "No," and jumped in front of the stake as it pierced his heart. The villagers looked on in bewilderment as Old Pickle Rick did not miss a beat as he grabbed a second stake and flicked his wrist in another booming motion. This time the stake was not interrupted upon its designated path, it reached Touch's heart in a split second.
After the chaos had subsided, the villagers walked over to the man that had jumped in front of the first stake and flipped him over to see who it was, it was none other than the drunkards lazy son, Forge.
As the villagers were congratulating themselves on a well fought night, they never noticed the little green man as he approached Squire who was sulking in a corner. The probe was jabbed into his rear hole before he even knew what was going on, there was nothing left of Squire.
@theuntouchable is dead he was the Vampire Godfather, Vampire aligned (Blue Text)
@Forge is dead he was the Vampire Goon, Vampire aligned (Blue Text)
@squire12 is dead he was the Werewolf goon, Werewolf aligned (Red Text)
It is now D6, N6 will be at 10:00pm eastern Friday night