Okay, that was fun to write!

Friday morning and all of Park Plaza was celebrating the weekend's arrival. Practically everyone was thrilled with the fresh snowfall… oh wait. Anyway, the day went on and everyone was happy. As Friday evening came, there was a large gathering of people in 210, playing some games like Settlers of Catan, Risk, and some dumb party game called Mafia.

Carson, Steven, and Jeramy were there playing Chutes and Ladders—a classy game. Jeramy was doing pretty well. Steve was right behind her, but Carson was doing unusually poorly. During the other players' turns, Carson was concentrating hard on something. After the fifteenth roll, he suddenly stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at Steve and yelled, "You've rigged the die, Conklin!"

"Say what?"

"You've rigged the die!" Carson repeated. "Every third turn, my turn, has been an unusually low roll. Statistically it's impossible!"

"Wait… how can rolls of a die be statistically impo—?"

"Enough of that! You've been trying to sabotage my playing!"

Steven stood up. "Now hold it right there buddy. I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have any reason to do such a thing?"

By now everyone else at the little shindig had stopped what they were doing. It was unusual to see either of these two so upset. After all, it was just a game. A couple people had been siding with Carson because the statistics did hold water, but others were with Steven because the whole uproar was ridiculous. Meanwhile, Jeramy was caught in the middle of it all looking quite uncomfortable.

"That's it," cried Steven, "You want to settle this like men? Bring it!" He dashed from the apartment and appeared a moments later…with a tommy gun! No one quite knew this side of Steven apparently. "I picked up a few things in Italy…" he said quietly to the awed crowd.

"Then I'll bet you weren't expecting this!" Carson pulled out from between the fridge and the stove… a sword! The crowd silenced for a moment, Carson brandished the sword, and then whispered, "Bring it on."

The fight broke out. Bullets flying in Carson's direction were spilt in half and out of sight as he protected himself. It was kinda like the guy from the Wolverine movie. A few moments later though, Cristian came in, "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Guys! Take this outside! We have cleaning checks next week!"


There was an awkward pause. "Oh, good call," said Carson. They all left in an orderly fashion. It'd be cooler outside anyway—more things to do. "Is this good?" he called out to Christian.

"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks."

All heck broke loose.

Now it was more reminiscent of Star Wars II and III when Yoda was fighting. Carson was hopping around the balconies like a piece of popcorn in a pot. Meanwhile Steve was shooting without even the thought of asking questions later. There was much more to the scene that I would love to explain, but it's already past 10:30 and there have been 23 page views on the blog in the past 15 minutes and so to prevent mutiny, the sweet fight scene will be filled in with your imaginations.

Finally, Steve was on his back on top of the lounge. Carson was over him about to take the final blow. "Let's finish this," he said.

"Yes. Let's." said Steve. Out of nowhere he pulled out a dagger and hurled it at Carson. The moment seemed to be in slow motion for everyone watching. Carson had a look of terror on his face, having not expected a dagger to fly at him. Suddenly, someone came out of nowhere and dove in the trajectory of the dagger. When it sunk itself in the person's chest who then collapsed to the ground, time sped back up again to normal speed.

"JERAMY!!" Carson screamed. *insert details about being sad and crying and stuff* Carson then dropped dead, not being able to stand a single moment without the love of his life. And, well, with half the ward against him in voting, I wouldn't blame him really…

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The votes were as follows:

The accused: Carson, Jared, Steven C

The tallies: 8, 4, 1

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NOTE: I'm going camping tonight and therefore will be out of touch. Feel free to send me names and stuff but I won't be able to respond after around 5:00. Tomorrow's post won't go up until tomorrow evening.