As the sun set on Day 2, the villagers cast their votes in true democratic fashion to decide which of them posed the greatest danger to the rest. That there would be a lynching seemed predestined. But who?
At first, it seemed they might reach a stalemate, as accusations seemed to be directed at almost anyone. Eventually, though, a consensus was reached. DuckDodgers would die this day. He walked nobly, his head held high, toward the gallows, barely flinching at the stench of burned flesh and marshmallows as he made his way past the fire pit that used to be Shifter and where Space Cowgirl was enjoying a s'more.
The rope was placed around Duck's neck. The knot, tightened. The ghost of Shifter's voice was heard faintly, as if still far away but approaching. "He-e-e-e-y Du-u-u-u-uck, f-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k y-o-u-u-u-u-u-u, thi-i-s i-i-i-s my-y-y-y reve-e-e-e-e-enge!"
Out of seemingly no where, there is a whooshing sound that travels through the small crowd. No unlike the sound of a baseball, as it flies past your head when you are playing shortstop and miss the easy grab. Before anyone realizes what is happening, a barrage of blurs fly through, following the first mysterious projectile. What's going on?! Duck Dodgers falls to the ground, very much alive and breathing, his rope having been severed. As he hits the ground, something hits his arm. A quick glance and he can see it's a sharpened kangaroo finger bone, with some sort of green sludge coating it - poison? He barely has time to ponder why, when another one hits his leg. Then his chest - "Ow, it feels like fire." His eye - "Ahh! Shit! I can't see! IT BURNS SO BAD!" Finally, the last one pierced his testicle. His one remaining eye crossed, as he sprawled on the ground into a puddle of his own vomit. The burning intensified, but that wasn't the worst. The poison was starting to take hold as it attacked his central nervous system. Clearly it was a mind control serum, derived from Koala Chlamydia cultures that had been DNA-spliced with alligator hormones and Foster's Lager. Still huddled over on the ground, with only one arm that had not been pierced by the poison kangaroo finger bone blow-darts, he began pulling himself in the direction of the fire pit. Using only his good arm, he dragged his unwilling body inch by painful inch, closer to the dying embers, made worse because with each pull of his arm, the kangaroo bone embedded in his scrotum dragged on the ground and buried itself deeper into his punctured testis. His working eye could see what was happening, but his body was powerless to stop it. The serum was working itself through to every cell in his body, pulling him closer to the fire pit even as his eye was able to look on and his mind able to understand what was coming. Closer. Ever closer. He reaching out and placed one hand deep in the coal bed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed out, even as he used his burning hand to pull his body closer to the coals. His hair began to singe away. His eyebrows and lashes next. He felt his skin melting. 'Pull,' his body seemed to say again, and his arm complied. He pulled once more, with all his strength, his body landing directly on the coal bed and the fire rising up almost immediately to quiet his screams of pain. Space Cowgirl, meanwhile, prepares the next round of s'mores.
DuckDodgers, a normal villager, dies. And night falls. The villagers once again return to the tavern to collect themselves.