It's too quiet. Anyone have ant suspicions? We need to pull our dingers out and start chatting, with no communication the hitmen will strawberry float us and not in a fun way.
A.Troutt wrote:It's too quiet. Anyone have ant suspicions? We need to pull our dingers out and start chatting, with no communication the hitmen will strawberry float us and not in a fun way.
Tell me more about where you've got your dinger stuck...
I've done some research and, from what I can tell, only Moorhead and Caruso are yet to visit a location on the same day a kill has taken place there. On that basis it appears they are the least likely of the remaining players to be Hitmen, so I'll join them at Golf Games today.
A.Troutt wrote:It's too quiet. Anyone have ant suspicions? We need to pull our dingers out and start chatting, with no communication the hitmen will strawberry float us and not in a fun way.
Yeah, just catching up and I feel like the lack of opposition today means we're probably strawberry floated. Not feeling particularly comfortable with sharing a spot with Edwards as I feel like I might get a card and then just get killed anyway. So in the name of self preservation I'm gonna jump to golf games and just hope I'm not a priority target for the hitmen.
Much like Days Park, the patrol area included all the greenery directly attached to the Golf Games. Much the same as Days Park, there were a lot of trees that separated the various fields. And even each individual hole. What made this area special for him was the train track running all along the south.
The trains had already stopped running during the lockdown, which made it a perfect place to lure someone and quickly dispatch them. Then all he had to do was head along the track and emerge at a different point of the patrol area. It would be simple.
First things first, he wanted a piece of that track to kill with. As soon as the patrol started, he walked it to one of the holes by the train track, heading through the trees, knife in hand. Upending a large section of track, working as quietly as he could, he fashioned a crude killing device and something to lure someone to it.
Kicking the structure down when he saw movement through the trees, he quickly ran to hide at another section of trees. Turning and walking at a more sedate pace, he saw M.Gonif was the one who was checking it out.
"I'm guessing you heard the noise, too?" Gonif asked.
"Yeah. Found anything?"
"Someone's been building something. I guess it came loose somehow."
He continued walking toward Gonif, who hadn't looked up from inspecting the crudely made weapon. Once close by to make his move, he kicked out at Gonif, who fell onto their back. Quickly grabbing the crude weapon, he slammed it down so one part cut into Gonif's throat while the other stabbed at the heart. A second stab cut into Gonif's stomach and groin.
Using the third stab to pin the body down through the chest, he ran along the rails to an entrance close to the cemetary. Emerging from the trees, he looked out at the long field, seeing just one other person at the other end of it. He was in the clear.
M.Gonif has been eliminated. They were a Citizen of Swanage.
The Black Swan Inn would surely have a different meaning behind its name after this was over. Already there had been three senseless murders at this pub. As the group arrived for the next meeting, dread could be seen on every face. No-one wanted this to go on, but they had agreed to it. If this group of killers had infiltrated their numbers, then they had to go.
"Three votes," the agent announced. "Let's see if we can't wrap this up." __________
Everyone today will submit three names of who they think is most suspicious by 18:00 BST. Make it clear that those names are your choice, and be sure of your choice as it CANNOT be changed. After the deadline, the three most popular names will be chosen for execution.