As with the other deaths that came before, marching
@Alkaid Zexis to the gallows is no difficult task. If you were all in your right minds, perhaps there would have been a struggle. But in this hazy, fog draped world, you all know that this must be done.
The noose must be appeased.
The trapdoor falls out from underneath Alkaid's feet. In the instant before her neck snaps, those of you with the stomach to stand close watch a predatory gold bloom in her irises, her teeth elongate just the slightest bit-
-and then she is but another corpse in the wind.
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You return to your houses for the night, uncertain. As the moon begins to rise--full, again. Can you even recall a time when the moon wasn't always impossibly round?--what you thought was the howling of the nighttime wind grows louder. Only, no, this is actual howling: the mournful cries of a pack of wolves, a dozen of them, a hundred, hundreds...?
A peek out the window reveals nothing but fog. You know what you hear, though.
With all the racket, it seems impossible to fall asleep. But you do.
It's a peaceful night.
This is the least reward it can give you, after all that entertainment, after all those delicious offerings...
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When you next wake, you are where you were, as you left off just before this strange dream whisked you away. And much like many dreams, the memory of it begins to slip through your fingers, like trying to catch moonlight in your hands.
If you concentrated and tried very, very hard, a few slivers may remain. Flashes of emotion. The fear upon seeing the moon's silver disc in the sky--or was it hunger? Trust, or the lack thereof, when you think about people that you've encountered. Though you can't seem to recall their faces...
Ah well. It was just a dream, anyway.
Congratulations!
The Villagers have won!
