"Cats the spear shoot of nifty shoe?"
"what the hell!" Hercules uttered, after being abruptly dragged out of his daytime coma by his fairly good excuse for a teacher. "Please pay attention when I'm talking to you, herc! What's the square root of fifty two?" The teacher demanded an answer and she demanded it now. "is it 7?" he asked. "Holy smurfing christ no it's 7.2111 you little" the teacher screamed in C major while kicking around aimlessly as if she was doing the friggen Riverdance or something. "LOOK LADY!" Herc stepped up and pointed his finger at her nose. "What if 7.2111 doesn't want to be the squareroot of 52? Did your little moogle brain ever think of that? What if 7.2111 wants to learn Japanese and travel to Japan to help Square-Enix develop games? What if all 7.2111 ever wanted in life was to love and be loved in return? HUH?!" Herc ran out of the classroom while trying to hide his little tears running down his cheeks. Then a bird sneezed in his face and he got the bird flu and died. the end. Hercules was a citizen.
Thanks for playing, Resha & Lekana. :]
Day 3
Time to try lynching another Mafia! Will you be as lucky as the two previous days? Let's find out!
Probably going to put in two new players (to aid some of the more unactive accounts) during the day.
