Day 6

[millershollow]

The sun was just peeking out over the mountains. Through the fog shrouded haze, a duck carefully stalked up to a plate of Evil Ben Snacks placed in the middle of the street. The duck looked first right, then left, and upon seeing the coast clear, pounced on the plate. A trap went off and a box suddenly landed ontop of the duck capturing the poor

Comments

[flipperchaz]

A. I'm the quiet type. Each day has either been like day 1, where I found nothing suspicious to comment on, or there has been an easy lynch choice and not much to say.
B. Very busy between work and Shakespeare Festival.
C. Plain vanilla villager, so I have no good way to defend myself. Hence, try to stay below radar. So much for that.

[lorriet]

Eh, you can't win. If you don't talk enough, it's wolfy; if you talk too much, you're wolfy!