Prewriting Color

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I'm going to start prewriting color here, since I like color. Anyone can chime in with suggestions.

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For Hal:

You attempted to reach Kat with your mind, carefully creeping through the corridors with your tendril of thought. You had just reached her door, when a tiny creature bumped into you, destroying your focus. You turned your lethal thoughts on it, but its brain was too tiny to kill in that manner. You threw Shadow Balls at it, but it dodged them. You attempted to freeze it with your mind, but again, you could not get to its consciousness. And then, there was a yell. Dawn had broken. Whatever the stupid creature was, it kept you from acting. And you couldn't even kill it. How shameful...

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As the night wore on, the drinking petered out, all the matches had ended, and people started going to sleep. Eventually everyone had gone to bed. Everyone except for one, that is. Mr. Special Ed had been pacing the mansion ever since midnight, scared for his life, muttering to himself. Let's listen, shall we?
"O god, they're gonna get me, they're gonna kill me, they're going to--AAAAAHHHH!"
No, he did not get killed. He simply tripped over something--rather, someone. The someone appeared to be, but was not human. The form laying prone had, for example, a tail, a green body, and a long muzzle, which currently had a 6" wooden stake embedded in it.
At Ed's yell, most of the group assembled in the hallway, examining Yoshi's remains. His disguise was mostly intact, so it was easy to tell that he had adopted the name of Sachertorte when this whole mess started. However, this hallway was not near Sach's room. Why had he been so far away at night, and where did his loyalties lie?
A clue came in the form of a strange thumping emanating from Aubby's room. *THUMP*. *THUMP*. *THUMP*. Crazypunker opened the door, and there stood a massive egg: white, with green spots. From within, Aubby's voice could be heard.
"Guys! GUYS! Can you hear me?"
"Yeah, we can hear you." said Hal. "Can you break open that egg?"
"No! I've been pounding on it for hours, but it hasn't budged. I'm probably stuck in here until...I don't know.", Aubby replied.
The group had almost fully gathered. Only Zeriel was still missing.
Zeriel's door was laying in the hallway--never a good sign--and inside they found only a bloody mess. He had been torn into so many pieces it was impossible to tell how he died. If he hadn't been killed in his room, It would have been impossible to tell who had died. A quick search found a list of match results, labelled Ganondorf, with the wins circled in blue and the losses Xed out in red. It was clear that Zeriel was a proud smahser, part of the town. It also yielded a cage of mice, each with a tiny red dot on their backs. At this, Kat freaked out.
"Eaggh! Mice! Kill it! Kill it!", she shouted.
MHaye reached down and killed one with his bare hands. And when he did, the wall behind Zeriel's bed opened, revealing a secret passageway.
"So...he kills things...to get to his secret hideout. Weird."
And with that, the group went to the gardens to plan out the day. It was a beautiful day outside.


Zeriel, a.k.a. Ganondorf (Town Mason/Daykill Vig) is dead.

Sachertorte, also known as Yoshi (Third Party Mad Bomber/Jailer) is dead.

Due to the unfortunate condition of being trapped in an egg, Aubby is unable to vote until further notice.

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For Roxis:

"Return, Charizard! Good boy, you kept me safe!"
You were getting everything ready to go meet with everyone else again when you spy a pokeball on the ground. It sits there, mysteriously. You have no idea what's in it, but you can switch to it on any day--and once you do, you can put it anywhere in the lineup.

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Natlaw is subbing in for Koldanar.

Alive:
1 Aubby
2. brokentree
3. crazypunker
4. Hal Briston
5. Hoopy Frood
6. Kat
7. KidV
8. Koldy Natlaw
9. MHaye
10. misterblocky
11. molefan
12. Mr. Spec Ed
13. Nanook
14. Parzival
15. Pollux Oil
16. roxis
17. Rysto
18. peek
19. shaggy
20. sinjin
21. TDPatriots


Dead:
11. MiteyMouse (Wolf, Town Mason/Tracker)
24. Zeriel (Ganondorf, Town Mason/Daykill Vig)
20. Sachertorte (Yoshi, Third Party Mad Bomber/Jailer)

With 21 people alive, it takes 32 points to start the count down.

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As soon as Zeriel's remains were discovered, it was quite obvious that Mr. Special Ed was a SCUM. No-one wanted to waste the day, though, so after binding Mr. Special Ed's hands, the Smashers walked out to the gardens to discuss things. Mr. Special Ed laughed and joked along with the group, knowing full well he would be killed at dusk. There were a few halfhearted attempts at serious discussion of other candidates, but the excitement contained in the townies and the drudgery in the SCUM, not to mention Ed's blabbing meant that the day was not nearly as productive as the previous one. Eventually, the time came to kill Ed. The group circled around him. As was tradition, they took off his costume before the execution. He wasn't lying about one thing, at least--for he was indeed a large blue penguin with a regal stature. Misterblockey, rather impatient, grabbed the nearest lethal tool, a large stiff flower, and handed it to brokentree. She looked at the Lip's Stick, and at the noble Dedede, and fell, sobbing.
"I *sob* can't! Not when he's standing there *sob* looking like that!" she cried. The others gathered around her, for they, too, found it difficult to do the deed. Until...
"He's getting away!" shouted Hoopy. "After him!" In the direction that Hoopy pointed was indeed King Dedede, waddling away as fast as he could. Fortuantly, giant blue penguins can't move fast, so it wasn't long before he was circled again. tdpatriots grabbed a nearby Beam Sword, swung it and *SCCHHURCCKLTTZZ*

King Dedede (SCUM Mason/Roleblocker), disguised as Mr. Special Ed, no longer has his head attached to his body.

After Ed moved from funny to distracting, I used a completely different color for this.

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The third day of this whole mess fell on a Saturday, which was the Smasher's off day before everything started. So it was a lazy day. The previously palpable tension in the air had cleared somewhat, and people were starting to make agreements, pass things along and the like. Brokentree, though, couldn't handle it. She withdrew from the discussion more and more over the day, eventually running off. She came back...but when he arrived there, people started to look at him differently.
"Hey guys...uh...what's up?", asked paulwhoisaghost, confused by the darting eyes staring at him.
"Well, you would know. Scum.", spat Chucara.
"Well, wait--can't I--" Paul tried to defend himself, but was interrupted.
"Die, lying scum!" Shouted roxis. And from behind her back, she produced a large pipe wrench, and swung repeatedly at paul.
"Wait, just listen--" *Swoosh*. It missed. "Guys, I have a--" *Swoosh*. It missed. "Look, if you would just stop--" *Swoosh*. It missed.
"This isn't working." They said at the same time.
"Look," said misterblockey reasonably, "let's just take off his costume, and maybe we'll get some answers."
So paulwhoisaghost removed his disguise. His form quickly regressed to two dimensions, becoming a simple black sprite. Mr. Game and Watch.
"Ah, now I see the problem." roxis quipped.
Quickly, before ghostWatch could run, she grabbed his head, holding it like a piece of paper. Chucara grabbed the other end, and they pulled.
*CRACK*
His feet broke off. All this time, Paul was trying to defend himself, but that made him wince. Chucara shifted his hands up to paul's legs, and they started tugging again.
*RIP*
This time, a large diagonal tear tore him in half, killing him dead.

brokentree/paulwhoisaghost, also known as Mr. Game and Watch (Town Special Schizo), is dead.

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The small group of people who were still alive were holed up in the tea room. The room was small, easily defensible, and possessed a round table from which they could discuss without fear of secret communication--in theory.

Not that the decision was hard. Crazypunker was quickly fingered out, and, after a brief discussion, the one to die today. Pollux Oil was too love-drunk to help, so Shaggy backed Crazypunker into the stove, flanked by Hoopy and Parzival, who were backed up by Molefan and Kat. It seemed hopeless for Crazypunker, but he seemed happy enough, winking and babbling cheerfully. Molefan and Kat nodded to each other.

Suddenly, chaos! Kat grabbed Hoopy and dragged him back to a chair, and Molefan knocked Parzival away. Hoopy struggled to get back up, but there was to be no assistance for poor Shaggy. Punker grabbed his umbrella and thrust it into Shaggy's gut. Then, he opened it.

Shaggy, also known as Solid Snake (Town Living Bomb), is dead.[/color]

Parzival looked up, took stock of the situation, and fled, EEKing and OOKing all the way. Kat tied Hoopy to the chair, and Molefan restrained Pollux Oil, who was becoming more lucid. Crazypunker started brewing some tea.
"Why would you do this, molefan?" Hoopy shouted. "Why would you betray us? Don't you care about us? Didn't you listen to us?"
"Did you ever listen to us?", responded Molefan. "You saw the papers! You saw the journal in Tabuu's room. We were trying to help! We had noble intentions, it wasn't our fault you kept trying to kill us!"
Hoopy spluttered. "What...you...Ha! That's a laugh. You were the ones who were killing us off! I'm sure you remember Lucario. Body disappeared two weeks ago, and the only evidence was a SCUM pamphlet on his bed."
"Yeah!" added Pollux Oil. "And what about Lucas! And Kirby! And Link, and Samus, and Wario, and--"
"Not us. Tell me, Pollux Oil, if we were behind those kills, why would we kill our own?"
Pollux Oil fell silent.
"We weren't trying to kill Lucario." explained Crazypunker. "We were trying to convert him. You know how he was, big on honor and all that. He would have been a valuble ally. He said he had to 'fact-check our story' before he would join us. And then he disappeared. Why would we kill him?"
Hoopy was confused. "Well if you didn't kill him..."
"It must have been Hal!" said Kat, putting the pieces together. "Everyone knows Lucario replaced Mewtwo. Hal was the only other one with killing powers...then that jar... the one in his room..."
"Was Lucario's disintegrated remains." finished Molefan.
There was an awkward pause.

Molefan whistled, shrilly and sharply, and a sea of pikmin flooded into the tea room. Everyone looked surprised, even the other scum. "Where did you get all those Pikmin?" asked Kat.
Molefan grinned triumphantly. "I got them because dead bodies make more Pikmin." In the background, a squad of pikmin picked up Shaggy's dead body and carried it off.
"Now listen!" Molefan turned and addressed the pikmin. "Outside, there is a large, round building. I want you to destroy it! Bash it into the ground! There will be no more gladiatorial fights here, I swear it! And after that...we're going home!" He opened a hatch on his disguise and hopped down, running out with the rest of the pikmin. "And I can finally see my family again..." he added wistfully.

The two townspeople had stopped struggling, so Kat started to untie them. "I, too, shall leave. You say you saw Samus's dead body?"
Pollux Oil nodded.
"Then there is nothing for me here. I think I shall settle down, find some sparsely populated planet and carry out the rest of my days there. I've had enough adventuring for one lifetime." And then Kat blasted a hole in the roof and jumped out, flying away from Earth.

The teapot whistled. As crazypunker served the tea, he kissed Pollux Oil on the cheek. "Well, will you help me take down Nintendo? We may have kept them from their exploits here, but I doubt they will be destroyed from this alone."
"Well..." Hoopy hesitated for a bit. "Well...okay. I pledge my hammer to your cause. I believe Pollux Oil will help as well."
Pollux Oil nodded.
"I'd pledge Parzival's support as well, but I have no idea where he is...

Meanwhile, in Hollywood:
"Didja see me? Didja see me? Wasn't I awesome? I mean, that was some high quality sidekicking I did out there! And that was one hell of an incident, wasn't it?"
Parzival was in a smoky office, talking to a movie producer.
"Indeed, Mr. Parzival, you did kick some ass, to use the colloquial. I believe you would be perfect for my next production."
"Sweet!"