2010-08-04, 12:31 AM
Oh snaps triple post. >_>
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Evan was sitting in his house, watching the door, a pistol in his lap. It's only a matter of time. He knew they would be after him soon. It didn't make him any less nervous. There was, however, a thrill of excitement deep inside of him too. They'll be here. And I'll be ready.
His door swung open, ushering a cool night breeze.
"Good evening, Mr. Hawkman."
"So you're the one they decided to send after me, hmm?"
Evan quickly stood and whipped the pistol up, leveling it at his assailant's chest. The intruder dove to the side as Evan fired. There was another gunshot, and Evan was crumpled on the ground, clutching his left knee in agony.
"You knew too much, Mr. Hawkman. I'm afraid we can't let you live..."
One final shot rang out.
I'm glad I didn't even bother to eat anything this morning, Jesse thought to himself as he ran to wake the town. At least I didn't leave a mess this time. Soon, the town was gathered at Evan's house, where Jesse had stumbled upon an open door, revealing his old friend's body with one bullet wound in the knee and one in the back of the head. They had found yet another note next to the body. The paper and handwriting seemed to match the one they had found on the first day, with Old Paulie's corpse; presumably it had been left by the same cocky bastard who had done Paulie in. The note was short:
Confused by how cryptic the note was and distraught at the loss of yet another friend, the town settled in to try to solve this mystery. They were running out of time, and they knew it.
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Day 3 begins now. Holypie died last night. He was Evan Hawkman, a townie. You have your clue. Go at it.
And Claw: NO POSTING IN THIS THREAD YOU ARE DEAD
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Evan was sitting in his house, watching the door, a pistol in his lap. It's only a matter of time. He knew they would be after him soon. It didn't make him any less nervous. There was, however, a thrill of excitement deep inside of him too. They'll be here. And I'll be ready.
His door swung open, ushering a cool night breeze.
"Good evening, Mr. Hawkman."
"So you're the one they decided to send after me, hmm?"
Evan quickly stood and whipped the pistol up, leveling it at his assailant's chest. The intruder dove to the side as Evan fired. There was another gunshot, and Evan was crumpled on the ground, clutching his left knee in agony.
"You knew too much, Mr. Hawkman. I'm afraid we can't let you live..."
One final shot rang out.
I'm glad I didn't even bother to eat anything this morning, Jesse thought to himself as he ran to wake the town. At least I didn't leave a mess this time. Soon, the town was gathered at Evan's house, where Jesse had stumbled upon an open door, revealing his old friend's body with one bullet wound in the knee and one in the back of the head. They had found yet another note next to the body. The paper and handwriting seemed to match the one they had found on the first day, with Old Paulie's corpse; presumably it had been left by the same cocky bastard who had done Paulie in. The note was short:
Quote:Check the start and not the end, lest you kill another friend. Your lucky color is blue.
Confused by how cryptic the note was and distraught at the loss of yet another friend, the town settled in to try to solve this mystery. They were running out of time, and they knew it.
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Day 3 begins now. Holypie died last night. He was Evan Hawkman, a townie. You have your clue. Go at it.
And Claw: NO POSTING IN THIS THREAD YOU ARE DEAD