As the night closes in…..

The town was atwitter with action, and intrigue.

Meeting together in the shadows, some plans were made.

“Man, I can think of a few ways I’d like the ladies to use you!”

“Silence fool, we must plan for tonight, now is the time the strike, our first step towards victory!”

“We know just what to do, I’ll go and take care of our friend, and see what else I can do along the way…”

Meanwhile back at the ranch, a place seeing its share of action this night.

“Mhmmm, nothing better to do at night than clear some brush”

“Oh, I can think of a few things one can do with the lights off. Heh heh heh.”

“You? What are you doing here?”

“What needs to be done!”

A shot rang out in the night, and a townie had fallen.

Sin – George W. Bush, Town Vote Thief has died.

After his assailant left, he carried on through town, hoping to create more disorder. Meanwhile, at the body of the fallen, someone had arrived to see the horror of the situation, too late to accomplish his goal.

Elsewhere in town, as one slept soundly in bed for this night, a guest could be heard whispering,
“Sleep well tonight, for you never know what the day will hold.”

Others in town were quiet, waiting to see what would develop, some unwillingly.


Day 1 Begins! You have 48 hours!