Board Thread:Hosting Game/@comment-33669539-20181214192306/@comment-28278669-20181217235707

''Everybody wakes up and heads to the dining room for their breakfast. Everybody enters and sits down. Well, everybody but Raven. After thirty long minutes of waiting, the king orders the guards to look for him. Some of the contestants help as well. The others stay and eat like lazy and fat people.''

''Of course, the first thing the guards do is go in his room. They walk in and the first thing they see is a rope hanging from the chandelier, tied as a noose. And hanging from that noose, is Raven.''

''That’s…. just horrifying. A noble committing suicide? That’s ridiculous! Why would they do that? They’re rich, they have everything they want.''

''Oh would you look at that, there’s a small piece of paper with words on it. The guards read it. “I’m sorry.”''

''Now what does even mean? Since when did people die of guilt. And it’s not like he murdered anyone, right? RIGHT?''

''The king enters and just stares at the corpse. “The pharmacist is dead? That’s sad. People loved his medical abilities. Well, the ban on pills was about to happen soon anyways.” The king doesn’t seem concerned about the death. Maybe he’s just used to seeing corpses. Because… death game and all that.''

''The guards look at him confused and search the room. There are pills. Lots of pills. There are some other medical stuff as well. There’s even some poison. Why would a pharmacist have poison? We’ll never know…''

='''Raven has died! He was the Pharmacist!'''=

''Everybody stares at the corpse and silently mourns in respect. Actually, how are you supposed to kindly and sadly mourn a suicide?''

''Everybody returns to the dining room to eat. No one seems tired. Maybe everybody was too scared to leave their rooms because Gob died?''

''Suddenly, the doors open. The old man walks in with somebody else. Someone that seems familiar. He has that aristocratic look on his face. Could it be a fellow noble.''

''“I’m so sorry I’m late. I had things to do.” The noble sits down in the dining room. “There’s only eleven left? Wow, things happen quickly.”''

''The king looks at the new guy. “Everybody, this is Gob. No, he’s not back from the dead. This is a different Gob. He was supposed to be here with you guys two days ago but I guess living in an exclave causes problems and delays.”''

='''Gob has been revived! He now has a new role!'''=

''Gob smiles and sits down. “I’m honored to be here with you guys.”''

''The old man claps his hands suddenly. “Okay, let’s play the lottery!” He dramatically draws a ticket and then throws a bag of money at OShots. It hits him in the head.''

''“Ow!” OShots yells. He grabs the bag and opens it. “Why don’t old people have manners? Especially to a noble of all things.” OShots looks at the old man. “Say sorry.”''

''The old man looks at OShots. “No. I am far more rich than you’ll ever be.”''

“Then why didn’t you get invited?”

“Because a certain PROPHET used their powers to win over 100 poker games.”

''“Wow. That’s sad.”''

The old man stares at Moo with pure hatred and leaves.

='''OShots has won the lottery! He now has 2 additional prizes!'''=

=It is now Morning Phase 3!=

Sleepy Players:

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