"Get me the rope!" shouted the executioner.
There was an uncomfortable shuffle in the crowd. Everyone looked around at each other wondering what to do. After all, who even has rope around here? It's not like we regularly go repelling off the Park Plaza balconies or string hammocks up all day.
"We don't have any rope, my Lord," someone shouted.
"What? There was some right here a second ago!" He slapped his forehead in frustration. "Very well. Find some poison. Witch! Where are you?"
From the very back of the room, right near the cauldron over the fireplace someone shrieked, "I'm not revealing that I'm the witch in front of all of you!"
Suddenly the crowd got quiet. They lowered their pitchforks and torches. A few even went out. There was a part in the crowd as they all turned to look accusingly at that person.
"Uh… I mean the witch won't reveal themselves! Yeah, that…"
"Oh…" The crowd turned back to the front, torches and pitchforks went up again, and conversations turned again to the accused. The witch added a pocket of rat tails to the cauldron.
"Aah!" yelled out the executioner in frustration. "That's it! Who has a gun? Is there a hunter?"
"I'm not saying anything either!" someone else shouted from the crowd.
"FINE!" yelled the executioner. "Fine! You guys don't want to kill this person? Fine!" He turned to the accused, "Off you go. Consider yourself lucky."
Who'd've thought that with so many riotous people that even their voting could have been foiled?
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The votes were as follows:
The accused: Ben, Dan, Gavin, Jared, Kassi, Kelly, Susie
The tallies: 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 1, 1
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