Vote Count Day 2
hebelecan: marty99, THE_SPLIT
teep: The Arch Mede, Jester180
snoopdogg: jonti-h, Mr. G, Lord Strange, BigBadWolf, trespoe
trespoe: hebelecan*
Mr. G: EUROO7, nautilu, snoopdogg*
NO VOTE: teep**, jonlucero*
It was a relatively warm day at the North Pole, but tensions were running high. The WereYak were still active--Walrus' death had confirmed that. But could the village's process of randomly selecting, then brutally murdering, one of its' own, still remain effective?
Mrs. Claus, and the majority believed that it might just work.
Lots were drawn, dies were cast, ancient feuds unearthed. And in the end, a tiny verbal slip-up caused one little elf to be slowly roasted on a spit, above the spot where his supposed comrade had been bludgeoned and gored to death the day before.
As the spit turned, the little elf screamed for mercy. "Save Me!" he cried, cries which were met with jeers.
"Don't do this to me!" he cried, his hair browning under the blaze. Some in the crowd began to look uncomfortable.
"Let me free!" he screamed, his clothes burning. Several in the crowd uncomfortably shuffled.
"It's too much!" his voice was like a breaking stone. A few in the crowd moved forward, as if to stop Mrs. Claus from turning the spit, as if to let the poor burning elf free.
and then...
The elf's body twisted violently, and cords of wormy muscle rioted under his skin. His face erupted... horns, snout, bricklike teeth... snoopdogg WAS A WEREYAK!
As the mighty WereYak struggled against his bonds, the crowd began to fan the flames. Higher and higher they climbed, brighter and brighter they burned, hotter and hotter they flared.
Until there was only ash, and an iron spit, and the burned flesh and bones of the wicked WereYak.
Their decision again vindicated, Santa's elves and reindeer returned to their gingerbread houses for the long winter night.
That morning however, a terrible villainy was discovered. Mrs. Claus, a.k.a. marty99 was hunted by the WereYak, in the sanctity of her own cottage! Even her book of who had been naughty and who had been nice was ruined, trampled under their wretched hooves...
Could Santa's elves and reindeer survive without their leader? Would Santa ever come back with his Chesterfields? OR would the WereYak succeed in destroying Christmas forever?!
snoopdogg the WereYak was lynched
marty99, Mrs. Claus, was hunted