Night The Two Times Four, One Minus Nine - NO MORE FUGGIN' BLACKOUT

Our typical newsreader is not here at the moment, so you have the narcissistic arsehole instead.

Now, the Town turned on one DahliaXKristoph today - some said "GET THE FUCK ON WITH IT", while others protested that Donald Serrot was a better target, or that he was a giant net or something, I'm not too sure on the details. All I cared about was watching someone die, so I proceeded to retrieve a herring from an American cupboard (so it wasn't a crime to steal from it). As the Town circled around DahliaXKristoph and Donald, somewhere, in the sky, a divine force looked down upon creation... and flipped a coin. But as if to counteract this, it appears that the vote tally was not as it appeared - somehow, there were five votes on Sir Donald Serrot, not four. The divine force shook it's head, muttering something about age - a giant laser beam turned Donald Serrot into ashes, leaving only his Townie ID Card.

And now we cut to A Divine Entity, who's burning dresses in the mall or something. And the blackout is gone now, or whatever, be happy. Let me go and drink my shame away.