Good King Wencesmod looked down, on the feast of a masked Weedeer ball where 2 disguised Weredeers sat at opposite ends of a 10 ft table laden with a host of “delicious” treats. The masks maintained their secret identities to each other which they felt at this early stage was probably best to maintain the attack from 2 fronts. "He's seriously writing us both into one kill scene even though we chose different kills" quaffed Alpha WD while munching on a left leg with a glass of blood Rioja. "The lazy feckwitted author" replied the beta WD. "I had a great alternative way to kill mine off using props I found from last year’s Nativity. Do you realise how many ways there are to kill an elf with a crib, Frankincense and a shedload of straw?" "Geez! Unfrickinbelievable." They both looked up at Wencesmod with a disapproving look, one Wencesmod recognised from coming home rather pissed after the Leicester game and finding dinner in the dog. Frustrations about the lazy ar$e Mod author aside, the Alpha Weredeer started on ear chips with a mushed foot dip, one of its favourite side dishes. Picking a feather out of its teeth, it quipped "there's only one thing better than Turkey at Christmas... TURKEY FARMERS ahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Yes indeed.. For that night it’s chosen kill was none other than hornetgags. So quick to assume the role of murderer the evening before, he himself was now the prey. Hornetgags' blood ran red. Hornetgags was GOOD. Across the table, the Beta Weredeer was dipping finger soldiers into 2 boiled eyeballs sitting neatly in 2 little eggcups. "You, you and your tasty turkey-based farmer. Why did I have to choose this one?" it grimaced with a look of certain disgust on its face. "Stinks", it continued. "Stinks like the ar$e end of an anally diseased skunk badger". It did indeed stink, for it was none other than the recently killed Darave, suffocated by having his own dung forced down his throat. The Weredeer hadn't thought that one through, as the sausage intestines split on the table revealing the remaining contents of that dung. It was perhaps less shocking that this Weredeer had chosen the stinky Darave, and more shocking that anyone had actually managed to locate the somewhat invisible elf who had already been missing in action for the whole of the previous day. Darave was GOOD. Across the village Rudolph the Guardian spent the whole night freezing his cherries off outside Mikes house with no action to speak. Rudolph went home thoroughly bored, wondering who the evil fiends had taken instead. So day 2 in the village opens on a very sombre mood. One GOOD kill last evening, and two GOOD kills by the Weredeers overnight. A very bad first day for team GOOD. ------------------------------- So, need to be strict today. Everyone needs to post at least once or they are automatically eliminated. Everyone must vote or they are automatically eliminated. Voting closes at 7pm.