/me shakes head

My apologies, at work this morning.

Jim Henson was furious. Most of his muppet cast was dead or missing. If this trend continued, there would be nobody left to do the show. He had to put a stop to it immediately. He grabbed Count von Count, and drug him up to the middle of the street in from of the remaining muppet cast. "The rest of you muppets need to stop your shenanigans immediately! If you don't the show will be cancelled and the children will suffer! Let this be a lesson to the rest of you!" He dragged the Count, who made sure to count every step along the way, to the set next door and threw him into the guillotine. "4 seconds until my death! 3 seconds until my death! 2 seconds until my death!" The blade came down, cutting him short. Looks like Count Von Counts days were over.

Undeath, the Count Von Count evil muppet is dead.

It is now night phase. Special roles have until 14:00 gmt to get their targets in.

It has been extended due to lynch being late, and fact I won't be home work until that time to write

I mean 02:00 gmt. Damn my time conversions! Time has only been extended 1 hour.

/me prepares to say goodbye

Mitt Romney was giddy when darkness finally came. Darkness was his time. His time to hunt and do his own dirty work. Tonight was an easy target. There were so few muppets left on the Street, he didn't even worry about hiding as he walked brazenly down the sidewalk towards his destination. He finally arrived at the house, and started to do his work. It took him quite awhile to obtain the right amount of piano wire that he needed from the production crew, but he finally had enough. He strung it as tightly as possible between the front beams of the porch, and made sure it would hold against even the most highest pressure. He walked around to the rear of the house and kicked the back door in, screaming like a banshee. Xara was in her kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, and was immediately shook with fear. She knew it would be her time eventually, but she had hoped it wasn't this evening. She took off through the house to the front door, but couldn't outrun Mitt. He threw her up against the door, knocking her out cold. She finally came to, and noticed she had been strapped to a board of some sort. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not free herself from the restraints. She noticed she was on the front porch, so close to freedom, and yet couldn't do a thing. Nobody was around to hear her cries for help. She heard Mitt's psychotic laugh behind her, as he pulled the rip cord on the inflatable raft he had brought with him. All of a sudden, she was thrust forward. The force of the filling reaction taking up space on her small porch was pushing her forward. Wait...what where those things in front of her? She couldn't have thought another thing as the force thrust her into the strung piano wires, cutting her into pieces. Still twitching, Mitt left her body to be found, and hopefully the could identify her by any remains. If not, oh well. Not his concern. His taste for death had been satisfied for the evening.

Big Bird set out to find his next target. He walked quickly to the lake. He knew Kermit would be there. Whenever things got rough, the muppet always went back to his home where he felt safe. He had brought a few tools with him. Simple things, but would get the job done easily. He crept along the backside of the lake, until he reached Kermits favorite tadpole cove. There he was, sleeping on a lily pad. Big Bird jumped up and shone the giant spotlight that he had with him on Kermit. Awaking, but freezing in place, Kermit didn't know what to do. That's when the shot rang out. Big Bird drug Kermits body out of the water. He loved giggin' for frogs, but this one he wouldn't eat. He drug Kermit to the center of Sesame Street and hung the lifeless frog body from the lamp post for all to see. The cop was dead, and the Godfather had taken over this Street.

I_Like_Pie (Kermit the Frog), and Xara, an anything muppet, are now dead.

It is now ****DAY PHASE****. You have until 01:00 GMT to submit lynch votes!

might as well try and take out GF and give sk a win. would rather he win than mob.

Richi is my vote.

ps: wtf @ xara

/sigh

Last chance my fellow , townie, u know who u are
Do not vote for me

I'm voting for torqez

Voting for Rchie. Oh and also cricket is the greatest sport on this planet.

shortly he calls that...