Cassetti's Beard cthulhu 8 votes (Daft Row, PO, Norway, Mike, Otter, Steve Leo Beleck, meh!, BRLR) Otter Hornetgags Meh NorwayHornet With A Smile Miked2006 Optimistichornet PowerJugs Daft Row 7 votes (cthulhu, domthehornet, optimistic, Cassetti's Beard, PowerJugs, HornetGags, With A Smile) domthehornet Steve Leo Beleck BigRossLittleRoss PhillipineOrn Voting closes at 8.30pm.
Meh! & BRLR left to vote. and it's 7-6 in favour of a Daft Row lynch. It wouldn't surprise me if someone voted for Cthuhulhuhuhuu and left it up to the last person!
Yeah I know. It does add a final bit of excitement to the entertainment value of day 3 which has been a fun day.
Wow the pressure . I'm going to go Cthulhu . Apologies if I got it wrong but my hunch tells me it's Cthulhu.
Daft Row and Cthulhu stood in the village square, surrounded by a small corden of robed villagers. Each had been stripped down to the waist, with their hands tied behind their backs. Cthulhu stood as still as he could, eyes fixed forwards. His legs trembled slightly beneath him, but he was desperate to not show any signs of nervousness. Daft Row on the other hand struggled to stand still, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked around nervously, eyeing up the villagers and looking for a gap in the ring. ‘Ok, it seems we are all tied up at 7-7,’ announced Meh. ‘BigRossLittleRoss, the deciding vote is yours!’ A small villager stepped out of the circle and limped towards the two prisoners, lowering his hood as he approached. He was an older man, who had tried to hide his thinning hair with a pretty poor combover. He also wore a set of large circular glasses with extra thick lens. BigRossLittleRoss liked to tell people he had hurt his leg in the war, however it was fairly well known that he had actually damaged a ligament through a fairly nasty croquet injury. BigRossLittleRoss peered up at Cthulhu. He sniffed him. ‘This one, he smells funny,’ he exclaimed. Daft Row breathed a massive sigh of relief, whilst Cthulhu showed no sign of anger. His leg twitched slightly and a determined look came over his face, but he kept his mouth shut and eyes firmly fixed forwards. There was a low murmur of discontent from those villagers who had backed Cthulhu. ‘Settle down, settle down,’ pleaded Meh. ‘It’s all been done democratically, Cthulhu must die.’ He walked over the Daft Row and cut the bonds around his hands. Daft Row smiled in relief, or was it something else, and joined the circle around Cthulhu. ‘Any last words Cthulhu?’ asked Meh. ‘Yes,’ muttered Cthulhu quietly. ‘Only that, the smell was not me. That was all you old man!’ He starred at BigRossLittleRoss, and the old man quavered under his gaze. Otter and Steve Leo Beleck stepped towards Cthulhu, each taking one of his arms, and led him towards the flat wooden stretching rack that had been set up nearby. Cthulhu tensed up as he approached the rack, and struggled in their grasp. Norway Hornet came across to help and the giant figure bodily placed Cthulhu in the rack. He then stood by the rachet, whilst Otter tied ropes around Cthulhu’s legs and Steve Leo Beleck did the same with the hands. Norway Hornet looked towards Meh, who nodded. He began to turn the rachet, and the ropes pulled taught. Cthulhu uttered a low guttural moan. His friends had turned away, unable to watch, and only those who had voted to kill Cthulhu continued to observe. Norway continued to tighten the rachet, and soon Cthulhu’s moans turned to screams. ‘ARGHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!’ he shouted to the watching villagers. They starred on without remorse. Norway tightened the rachet once more, and there was a loud crack followed by a horrible squelching noise. Cthulhu’s back had broken and he was then ripped in two. The two parts of his body, flopped uselessly to the ground, as blood and offal spilled out all over the concrete slabs. Cthulhu’s last scream died in his throat, as he succumbed to death. Cthulhu was GOOD. Night players... actions please. Sent from my SM-G920F using Tapatalk
I knew it. Cant understand how those of you that voted for him couldn't see it in the messages! Daft your one lucky sod
Haha the seer has a more difficult job! I will happily fall on my sword tomorrow unless something miraculous occurs.
Enjoy your last 24 hours on earth DR. Might be time to edit that bucket list down to the bare essentials.
Can anyone take me on one last trip to Disneyland before I go to heaven? Pretty awful news for team good. Seer get your thinking hat on old chap!
