NIGHT: Jacob is "corned"

As dusk set in, the townspeople of Salto Ancora were still having a difficult time choosing who to execute. The meeting went on nearly all day, with some citizens coming quite late in the evening. They each had an excuse—a traffic jam, homework, cleaning—but eventually all checked in and had their say. Some pointed towards “the brothers,” others thought the mafia was comprised of those less familiar in the town. Some withheld voting until others had, choosing instead to follow the crowd. One thing was certain, they were not going to allow that long day wasted, regardless of who they killed. Finally, towards the end of the day, Jacob’s name was seriously discussed and nearly everyone in town agreed—Jacob must die.

While the townspeople wrapped his legs together with duct tape, Jacob declared his innocence. While the townspeople strung him upside down from the tallest tree in the center of town, Jacob declared his innocence. While the townspeople pelted him with rotten ears of corn, hard as rocks, Jacob continued declaring his innocence. As the last tear fell from his bruised and broken body, the townspeople heard Jacob whisper, “How could you play me like this on Valentine’s Day?” The townspeople, paralyzed by the reality that they had done such a thing, stood still, each one wondering if he really was a member of the mafia, or just an innocent victim. Was their logic off? Did they just murder one of their own? After several moments, a slight breeze swept through town, dislodging a wad of paper from a pocket on Jake’s upturned corpse. It fluttered to the ground below, the movement releasing the citizens of Salto Ancora from their trance-like state. Mayor Whipple picked up the papers from the dusty ground, uncrumpled them slowly, and let out an audible gasp. She held up the papers for all to see—blueprints for a Wal-mart!

The townspeople cheered, grateful there was one less mafia member in town, however a definite sadness hung in the air. Upon walking back to their homes, each citizen shed a single tear for Jacob.

It is now NIGHT. Those with night roles need to email me with their responses by 10am tomorrow. There is to be no communication during the night, via the blog or otherwise.