A strange body
all you can hear over the monitor is some very dissapointed clapping
"I thought i told you NOT to murder each other! NOW THE PUBLIC ARE GETTING SUSPICIOUS! They think you’re actually doing something fucking useful instead of just doing sweet FA in the sky while waiting to be turned into spam by the cruel undying fucking FURY of the reavers of the wind and the endless tides!"
at this point, the transmission stops and ascii art depicting a middle finger comes out of the telegram. Not understanding the singal, you all nod to each other. Well done!
EndOfTheWorld has been lynched! Unfortunately, you have no fucking clue what he was!
Night begins and will end in roughly 24 hours at 5:00 BST on the 3rd.
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