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The Anti-Late FedEx Deliveries Movement
Like any fledgling yet mysterious little organization, the ALFDM would holds its first meeting in some secluded, suspicious little building. The twenty-four who signed up found themselves commuting to some remote location - the area appeared to be some kind of small town in the middle of absolute nowhere. The valley in which the town was situated in was a rather beautiful place, though. It seemed as if this small village had been left alone for centuries...
The first conference of the ALFDM took place in what appeared to be a large dining hall, devoid of furnishings except for a large wooden platform, situated in the center along the back wall. The platform seemed to give a sinister presence, looming over the room and drawing attention away from the elaborate stained-glass window that made the ceiling.
The twenty-four members of the union shuffled around, many vocally whining about the lack of availible seating and the uncomfortably warm temperature of the room. Old newspapers were stacked along the left side wall. Some people picked up the papers hoping to read the news they missed rushing to the meeting, except they soon found the stories were outdated.. and outlandish.
"Suicide Bomber Throws Interpol Agent, Himself Out 22nd Story Window." A crumpled newspaper flew across the room. "Who writes this mind-numbing drivel?"
Curious, some other people picked up newspapers. The stories were all equally outlandish:
Felt-Colored Gang Destroys Casino, Kills 22
Divine Intervention Wipes Out Entire Criminal Organization
Lone Serial Killer Burns Community To The Ground
Purple Haze Engulfs Multidimensional Train
Mysterious Machine Wipes Out Entire City
As the members of the newly-found union against mail carriers continued to complain about the outlandish reading material, a man appeared on the podium. The man had no apparent features - he was merely a pitch-black shadow with slight wisps of darkness coming off of him. The crowd quickly fell silent as he began his speech.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I have gathered you all here today..." The man's voice was monotonic and threatening in nature, and his words along made the crowd freeze in fear. The man quickly surveyed the crowd, chuckled a little, then resumed his monologue.
"I'm sorry to say there's no such thing as the 'Anti Late FedEx Deliveries Movement.'" He took a brief pause to snicker slightly, then continued on. "It sure was an effective lure, though." The man then pulls out a small, glowing stone from his pocket and holds it up. "This is why you are here."
"This thing's called a DRAGONSTONE. They're powerful and rare artifacts, and there's a whole lot of them underground here. I've gotten word that a heist has been planned. They can be moved away from this valley effortlessly by our transportation system, but it seems we need some assistance in moving them from the vault to the transport area."
The crowd grew angry, demanding to know why they had been suckered into moving legendary artifacts guarded by a seemingly criminal man. As the angry crowd grew more and more discontent with the apparent truth, they demanded answers from the man.
"Alright, I'll explain," he snarled. "I work with a group of individuals who have recovered these stones and live in this area. We are the Epicboxlanders, and we've come under attack from a group we have identified as the Potato Cult. Should these gems fall into the wrong hands, who knows what could happen."
An angry crowd member quickly replied to his explanation. "Well, where are these 'epicboxlanders' anyways? Why don't they haul their own load of gems?"
"They're among you folks." The man appeared to shoot a few sideways glances at people, being careful not to give them away. "We sent letters not only to intelligent, law-abiding citizens, but some to the leaders of this town here. You're safe as long as I have the situation under control-"
In that instant, the stained glass ceiling shattered. With nowhere to duck for cover, a hail of fragmented metal pieces and glass shards rained on the unsuspecting crowd. Amidst the deadly rain, another shadowy man appeared in a flash of light, threw the organizer's head through a noose, and kicked him off the platform. The assailant merely laughed as the man, helplessly stuck in the noose, choked to death. With another flash of light, both of their bodies vanished.
When the chaos settled down, all that remained on the platform was one lone note...
We're here, too.
...Oh, and we support FedEx.
Knowing the Potato Cult was among them and in support of the vile scum that is FedEx, the crowd turned to the one recourse they could think of: the noose. And thus began the lynching...
Day One ends August 4th at 10PM EST. (~123 hours)
With 24 alive, it takes 8 to softlynch and 13 to lynch.
7. El Ninja Monkey
22. Potato Panic