As the sun slowly set, the votes swayed this way and that.

"We should vote for [Bad username: raisha!]" gorillashaman stated, pointing at her home. The windows were drawn and the door had not opened in the last several days. "It'd be a waste if we just let her kill herself; we should hang her!"

"Yeah! Wait, what?" the rest of the village asked.

"It's simple, you see..." gorillashaman said and proceeded to explain his logic behind his argument.

At the end of his explanation the rest the village looked at each other.

starryshadows stepped forward, "I still don't get it."

"Well it made perfect sense to me," drfinch said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So...we have to kill her...to save her...?" a voice in the back of the mob put forward.

Throwing his hands up in the air, gorillashaman said, "Yes! No! Yes! I don't know, just lynch her!"

"Lynch her!" the mob said, raising their Snoopy's Guaranteed Hay-Stabbing-and-Moving-Sticks. The mob made their way to raisha's house.

gorillashaman on the door. "raisha! Don't commit suicide! We want to lynch you!"

After a few moments of quiet, the breathing of the villagers and the crackling of the torches the only sounds filling the dusk air, the bolt of the cottage's door slid back. Slowly the door opened and a sleepy-eyed raisha stepped out on her porch.

Leaning forward, she scowled at gorillashaman. "I think we should vote you to hang."

As the attention of the rest of the village began to turn on him, gorillashaman began to back up. "Hey, hey now...let's not be too hasty...We should vote theweaselking!"

"What?!" theweaselking replied angrily. "I think we should lynch you too."

"No, don't do that, lynch stride!" GS said, trying to make his way out of an ever collapsing ring of villagers.

"Hey! I think we should get you too!" stride said, stepping forward, raising a lead pipe menacingly.

"I think we should get makellan," chelleann77 said, stopping the mob from hanging GS.

"Whaaaa?" the village asked.

chelleann77 shrugged. "I flipped a coin!"

"GOOD ENOUGH!" the village said as they grabbed makellan.

"I regret that I am not but a humble villager, sick and unable to speak up for myself, and now must die" [Unknown LJ tag], his voice heavy with regret and sadness. He then perked up as the rope went over his head. "Good luck!"

After the body stopped swinging, a quick investigation of his home revealed no robes.

---makellan the VILLAGER is dead!---

((Modnote: Sorry this is late, work ate my head. Night Round will extend to 1:30 PM to compensate))