deadsirius stood accused, his mind starting to put together pieces that he had previously not connected. Careful reflection had already revealed to him what the villagers had suspected on this day. His true identity was none other than Fishcakes von Peckington.
OH! The horror he felt, as he relived flipping the switch on the Great Rowbotham Laser Penetrator. The satisfying click that closed the circuit, the brief but noticeable rumble, followed by the powerful photon beam of utter destruction.
But his horror, in this life, was to be short-lived.
Jura grabbed the rope and Jane grabbed deadsirius. The villagers marched together to the gallows, past the dying embers of their other fallen friends. deadsirius proudly accepted his fate and stood tall as they rope was placed around his neck.
A pull of a level, a drop of a plank, deadsirius' body fell straight down. The breaking of his neck was audible to all that were present. As he hung there, his body slowly began transforming. His hands became flippers. His nose grew into a beak. His eyebrows grew long and bright yellow.
The ghost of Shifter, the village exorcist, approached. He whispered quietly as he hovered around the creature that used to be deadsirius. With a final wave of his hand, Fishcakes von Peckington faded away, seemingly into mist.
An empty rope was left, swaying in the breeze, as the villagers looked on astonished at what had just transpired. Yes, Fishcakes was finally dead. And while they were not going to be able to give their friend, deadsirius, the cremation he so rightly deserved and their s'more cravings desired, they felt at peace knowing that deadsirius had been released from this horrible fate that had been thrust upon him.
Night falls. Pebbles is still watching. Truthterra, can you help guide your fellow villagers to victory?