SPIDERS: It's not a game.

[Eater of Clowns]

Well, trust isn't the name of the game.  I'm suspicious of everyone left, but some more than others.  Think of it this way:  Have I given you any reason not to trust me?

Which is why you are not to be trusted.

[bds]

EoC is correct. Johnny, then Dok.

[LMNO]

VOTING IS NOW OPEN.

Last chance to make/change your vote!

Joh'Nyx - 8
Dok Howl - 1
Abstaining - 1

Not voted yet:
Rumckle
Storebrand


VOTING WILL BE OPEN UNTIL NOON.

[Freeky]

I'ma vote for EOC, even though it isn't gonna do much good this round.

[LMNO]

Joh'Nyx - 8
Dok Howl - 1
EoC - 1

[LMNO]

VOTING HAS CLOSED.

[LMNO]

The group, a bit smaller, gathered again at Charlie's Pub.  They were all smiling, laughing with each other.  "This is easy!" chirped Alice.  "I can feel it in my bones.  We're almost done with this! 

"Can't you just feel the electricity in the air?" asked Larry.  "They last few days, it's been like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  But I think we all know what needs to be done, now."

The group turned and stared at Joh'Nyx.  He looked up.  "What?  Why are you guys... Hey, wait a second."

"You have to admit, he's been acting weird," said Marvin.  "I think he needs to go."

"Agreed," chimed in both Evelyn and Darrell.

A voice cried out from the back, "I don't like the looks of him!"

Joh'Nyx looked around.  "Well, it looks like I'm not wanted."

"Damn right!"

"That's fine.  I was planning on moving to Brooklyn and opening up a vegan beef jerky shop, and sell second-hand moustaches and PBR on the side."

"Good riddance!  Go back to Brooklyn, Brooklyn!"

As Joh'Nyx headed out of the bar, the citizens high-fived each other, and looked around expectantly.  The final shreds of grey would soon be lifted, the fear and misery that had hung over the city would soon be gone...

Nothing happened.


Joh'Nyx has taken a bus to NYC.  He is out of the game.  He was not the Spider.


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"Doc, you gotta help me.  I haven't been able to sleep in weeks."

"Really?  What seems to be the problem?"

"There's just so much going on, you know?  I feel like if I close my eyes, I'm going to miss something.  I look around me, and there's just apathy, everywhere I look.  But things need to happen, you know?  Things need to get done.  There's more to life than just paying you bills.  There are people that need help, there are things that I need to learn, there's just... you know... too much to do."

"Ah, yes.  I understand completely.  It's Stress."

"Well, it's stressfull, yeah..."

"No, no.  You are experiencing Stress.  That can be very dangerous.  You must try to calm yourself."

"Calm myself?  Doc, have you read the paper lately?  There's nothing to be calm about."

The man in the white coat scribbled something on a prescription pad, and then reached into his desk and rummaged around.  He eventually withdrew his hand, and proffered it.  In his palm were three small pills.  "I've written you a prescription that will help, but until you get that filled, you should take these."

"But I don't have to sleep right now."

"They are not for sleeping.  They are to relax you.  Doctor's orders."

"But—"

"Mister Remington, may I remind you that you are in a Doctor's office, and I can have you committed for resisting medical attention?  A twenty-four hour observation to start with, but it would be easy for me to diagnose you at this point.  Now, take the goddamn medication."

Stunned, he took the pills from the Doctor's hand, and popped them in his mouth.  With a cough, he swallowed them dry. 

"Good.  Now, let me show you to the door."  The Doctor took Remington's hand, and led him to a door.  As it opened, all Remington could see were thin strands of silk, woven in an intricate pattern.  His eyes became heavy, and a soft hiss began to drown out all the wild, untamed thoughts in his head.

"Thanks, Doc.  I'm starting to feel... much more... relaxed."

"Good, good.  Glad to hear it.  Now, go to the pharmacy, get your prescription, and take one pill every six hours.  You'll be fine."

"Yes.  Fine."  Remington walked out of the office, and down to the elevator.  Yes.  He would be fine.  Nothing is a problem any more.  No more worries.  None at all.


Remington has been subsumed by the Spider.  He is out of the game.

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Jack sat at his desk.  He tried to do some work, but his mind kept drifting back to that odd encounter yesterday.  What a freak, he thought to himself.  But still.  There was something about that guy.  He seemed so free, so happy.  Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the galleys in front of him, but it just wasn't happening.  Where have I seen him before?  Oh, yeah!  It was at those meetings.  Weird, he always seemed pretty reserved at those things.  Hey, don't I have his email? 

Jack checked his pockets, and found the list of contacts that was passed around at the last meeting.  There.  "Peter".  He moved to his PC, and typed out a quick message.

"Peter: Maybe you're right.  Maybe there's more to life than a paycheck.  If you're still interested, meet me at the Purple Shamrock tonight at 8:00.  –Jack"

He hit send, and then leaned back in his chair.  Could be, he's just posing, and is actually fairly dull.  Then again, this could get interesting. We'll see...


Discordian conversion: Successful.

[LMNO]

Round 6 has begun. 

Voting will not begin until all remaing citizens have posted.

Votes needed to put someone On A Bus: 6  (10/2=5+1=6)

[bds]

Well. Guess we're LYNCHING Howl.

[Eater of Clowns]

I vote Dok.

[Doktor Howl]

I am not the spider, and you fuckers should be thankful that I saved you from a terrorist.

[Triple Zero]

Yeah Dok thanks for saving us from the Brooklyn terror ...

But man, don't worry about it, if you're a citizen you gonna go on a bus trip to somewhere FUN

and if you're a spider, you'll get stepped on

so either way you're getting what you're getting

VOTING DOK, OK

[Doktor Howl]

Yeah Dok thanks for saving us from the Brooklyn terror ...

But man, don't worry about it, if you're a citizen you gonna go on a bus trip to somewhere FUN

and if you're a spider, you'll get stepped on

so either way you're getting what you're getting

VOTING DOK, OK

You're making a terrible mistake.

Only I can save you.

[Jasper]

Hey guys, have you tried this vegan beef jerky?  It's great...

*wipes PBR from his fake moustache*

[Remington]

Honestly, you guys should stop playing this silly game. Too much plotting, too much thinking... you're not even getting paid for it. It's pointless.

All you have to do is go to my lovely Doctor, and ask him for some pi

pil

pi


pills....