Post by jdarksun on Jul 12, 2012 23:07:45 GMT -5
Day 2 - Bewitched
William Stoughton: But how do you know she is a witch?
Elizabeth Hubbard: … well... because she looks like one!
Elizabeth Hubbard: … well... because she looks like one!
Gathering in the square, everyone had already heard the news: Someone had read the tea leaves! The tarot had revealed a target, and as the arguments prepared to act the Scotsman watched with interest. Who would this night’s gathering reveal to his watchful eye? As he studied the crowd, there was a shout from behind him.
“Scotsman! Over here!” the voice called, he whirled around to find something hurtling at him... something white and fluffy...
What in the- with a wet slap, the True Scotsman was hit in the face with a very large, very substantial lemon cream pie. Spitting and cursing, he wiped angrily at his eye-holes and stumbled out of the square in search of a wet rag.
Gasps of outrage and hoots of laughter filled the square, and in the ruckus words were whispered in ears, backs were clapped by overly friendly hands. Someone doubled over coughing, unable to continue his discussion, and staggered to a doorway to recover. Soon, though, the noise died down and people began to call for the hero of the day. JDarksun was shoved into the center of the circle as they settled into a chant: T_A! T_A! T_A!
The Reduction to the Absurd, though, was nowhere to be found. In fact, he never made it to the square at all... he awoke to find a shadowy group surrounding his bed. “You could have been one of us,” said Soundness. “Sometimes absurdity is perfect for demonstrating truth. It didn’t have to be this way...”
“Oh, it did though! It truly did. What else did you expect me to do?”
As one, the servants of Logos fell upon him, but Reduction to the Absurd gave no resistance... in fact, he died with a smile upon his face.
Back in the square, The Strawman strode with purpose, shedding bristles and chomping on a corncob pipe as he searched for someone... finally his gaze settled upon the one for whom he searched. Lunging forward, he grabbed his victim by the back of the neck and dragged him away. “But I’m a bad argument!”, Mill wailed. “I don’t even know what I mean half the time!”
“Half the time is exactly your problem. No one puts in a full day’s work anymore! How can we take over the world when this village’s work ethic has fallen apart so quickly? You’re not pulling your weight around here and tonight it ends.”
Howling in protest, Mill was dragged from the square and never seen again.
Meanwhile, the crowd was growing restless. “Who cares how we figured it out? We cast our lots. We know who the Good Argument is, let’s get him!”
From somewhere in the back, a voice cried out “But what if your counting’s wrong again?”, but as before he was largely ignored. Instead, the arguments tackled jdarksun and ridiculed him into oblivion.
The True Scotsman: Pie in the face
The Slippery Slope: Momentary bronchitis
The Anonymous - The Reduction to the Absurd: rationalized by the Good Arguments. INDIVIDUAL LOSS!
Mill: assigned double overtime by The Strawman
jdarksun - Consistency: Self esteem destroyed by the vote
Top Five Vote Earners
jdarksun: 14
Mill: 8
The Dagon: 1
premium: 1
Cayrus: 1
Phyphor: 1
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Day 2 begins now!
PMs arriving shortly.