Qanda arrives the execution venue - the graveyard. Looking at the votes, he says, "So, you have decided to execute CWisgood. We shall see what this decision brings."
He called out, "Alcardoom, come out!"
A immensely tall, slim figure swathed in flowing black robes and a hood which rendered its face hidden in shadows glided across the tombstones towards the place where the gallows stood. The lack of a scythe in its hand was the only aspect preventing it from looking like The Grim Reaper. Silently, it lifted CWisgood as if he weighed nothing and fitted his neck into the noose of the gallows.
Then it let go.
CWisgood fell, dangling from the gallows by his neck. Suddenly, a burst of bright light engulfed him, and there was a sickening
snap.
CWisgood drops to the ground, unharmed, the broken rope hanging uselessly around his neck. "Hehe, you couldn't kill me!
"
Shaking its head, the executioner glided away without speaking. Turning to the visibly disappointed audiences, Qanda says, "CWisgood is too angelic to be killed today.'
Night 2 has started. All night lists due by 6 AM.
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