FINAL OUSTING

[dramatispersonae]

[ When you leave your grotto, you find yourself in the middle of a razed village. Fires burn on the horizon, although not yet close enough to endanger you. Yet. And the smell of smoke is still thick all around. ]

"Time runssss ssssshort, heroessss. Will you banissssh your traitorssss before your fate joinssss that of thissss village? They have already ssssummoned their kin and have been told to... well, let's say capture you before they arrive. You mussst decide quickly."

[ In the center of the demolished town is a giant stone slate with each team's name inscribed on it, along with some chalk for making marks next to the names. ]

[ Voting goes here. Each team or joint-team can vote only once! ]

Comments

[dicktionary]

Yaaay normalcy.

[whereismypie]

So kiddo. Gimme a reason I shouldn't vote you out.

[dicktionary]

I'm too cute to burn?

[whereismypie]

[chuckles]

You'd have better luck trying that one on girls.

[dicktionary]

Eh.

[nudges with his shoulder]

I'll trade you my role for yours.

[whereismypie]

Oho.

And what would that role be.

[dicktionary]

Troublemaker.