Imprisonment 9 - Like Dominoes

[Judge Sam]

IMPRISONMENT 9

Congratulations Hambone, for winning the final earn your vote back challenge. You have retained your seat in Congress and earned back your vote. You have joined the 12 other players as full-fledged voters.

Jasmine, you have failed for the final time. You have been impeached. You have now permanently lost your vote for the remainder of the game. How will that affect how you play the remainder of the game? How will others react to your votelessness? Could it be forged into some sort of advantage?


Society has rebuilt itself, so that twist is over. All players will vote for one person to Exile like normal. You can vote for anybody without Immunity from Exile. There is no more nominations or nomination period. If you have any questions, please ask.


We’ve lost five Citizens since we Exiled Magalie. The Spies are feeling quite pleased with themselves. They have created this image and asked me to send it to you:

They also asked me to send the message of who will be taken away from us tonight and locked up in a jail cell for good.



VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Mary desperately wanted someone new to talk to. Someone who wasn’t involved in all this Spying, treachery, lying junk. Sighing, she opened the window, looking for the cat.

In contradiction to her big-city life style, Mary also loved to read. She couldn’t imagine what it was like back before the days of readily available books and the printing press. What did people do all day without books to entertain them? She couldn’t imagine a life without them. It’d be so boring.


Just as Mary went over to select a book from the bookshelf, she heard a knock at the door. Sighing, she meandered over to the door.


“Chance.” Mary muttered dryly.


“Hi Mary!” Chance responded cheerfully, inviting himself into the Burg Inn. “It’s good to see you again! Isn’t today just the most beautiful day? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, I swear I saw a squirrel outside my window this morning, cutest little thing, looked at me like it was caught with its paw in the honey jar when I spied it then it dropped the acorn it was holding and sped off up this tree where I saw a bunch of other squirrels…”

“That’s wonderful,” Mary said emotionlessly, clearly thinking the opposite. Before Chance could start up again, Mary interrupted: “Why don’t we each take a book here and read together. In silence. It could be like our own little book club.”




SAFE:



VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

“Well, Mary,” Chance said. “That whole ‘book club’ plan does sound more thrilling than licking a thousand envelopes, which is what I did yesterday, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass.”


Chance picked up a book from the bookshelf. The remaining books slouched against each other, barely staying upright. Not even pretending to read it, he flipped through the pages quickly and threw the book back on the shelf. “Yeah, that was boring. I came over today because we are going to bake a delicious cake together!”


Chance strolled into the kitchen of the Inn, randomly opening every drawer in sight. Chance yanked out spoons, spatulas, pots, pans, cups, bowls, and everything else he could find in the drawers. After leaving all of these items on the countertops, he attacked the larder. But before Chance could pull out the entire cabinet, there was another knock on the door.


“Hope you didn’t mind that I invited a friend!” Chance said.


Jasmine walked through the open door. “I can’t wait to get started on the pie!”

“Cake.”

Jasmine and Chance began baking the cake as Mary watched. Look at those two, cooking a cake like they have their own little club. My book club is better, Mary thought. Maybe I should invite someone else to my new book club. That’d show them.


But Mary felt too listless to show Jasmine and Chance up by starting a more popular club. Instead she satiated her desire by staring at the flickering flame of the oven, secretly willing it would jump and catch their fingertips, making them yelp like little baby puppies.


Mary was bored watching them cook, so she went to the other room to find the cat.


Jasmine grabbed a pan from the drawer and set it down. When the cake was almost finished, Jasmine realized she didn’t actually need the pan, so she placed it hanging from the tip of the handle in a rusty hook on the wall.




SAFE:



VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Mary didn’t find the cat, but she grabbed a romantic novel from beside her bed, walked back to the main room, and started to read.

The sun began to set, and Chance and Jasmine were still working on their cake. Night was coming and it was getting dark. But Mary just couldn’t stop reading while Anastasia and Evan were still fighting over the missing engagement ring! She wanted to continue reading the romantic tale so she lit a candle and placed it on the table beside her. Soon the words began to blur and she rested her head on her shoulder, and fell asleep.


This is how the fire started that lead to the person being Imprisoned:


A fierce gust of wind came in through the window that Mary had opened and forgot to close.

The gust of wind sent the pan that Jasmine had precariously hung on the wall flying off the peg and crashing to the ground.

The ear-splitting CLANG of the pan hitting the ground spooked the cat that had been sleeping behind the dresser.

The cat jumped out in fright and knocked against the shelf, knocking the books that Chance had left unstable over like dominoes.

The final book fell off the shelf and into the table holding the candle that Mary had lit.

The candle set the carpet on fire.




SAFE:



VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Mary was dreaming of noblemen and princesses when the stench of smoke and heat of the fire struck her face. Jasmine and Chance had picked her up and hauled her to the second floor. The candle had lit the Burg Inn in flames, spreading quickly through the old building. It had blocked off the front entrance so the three were forced to find another exit.

“WE FORGOT THE CAKE!” Chance shrieked as he dropped Mary’s feet to the ground with a jolting thud and started heading back towards the first floor.


“Oh no you don’t!” Jasmine yelled, letting go of Mary’s arms and dropping her head to the ground with an equally shocking thud. Jasmine ran towards Chance to bring him back. But Chance couldn’t have gotten the cake even if he wanted to – the flames had crept up towards the stairs.


Chance and Jasmine took a few steps back, struck by the overwhelming heat and stunned by the crackling flames. Mary tried to open the door on the second floor but the doorknob was too hot. Gathering the two, she led them up to the third floor and into the attic. She opened the window, stuck her head out, and yelled for help.


Luckily help was already on its way. It was hard to miss a burning three-story building. Within just a minute of Mary’s yell the firefighters arrived on the scene to see Jasmine, Chance, and Mary’s head stuck out the window, gasping for air.


The firetruck rolled up to the side of the Inn. On the top of the truck was a giant retractable ladder and a sexy fireman waiting to rescue them. The fireman, dressed in full firefighter’s gear from head to toe, set up the ladder to the third floor and started climbing up it.





SAFE:



VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

The fireman picked up the victim and carried them down the ladder and into the fire truck.






























Removing his mask, the fireman, who was in reality an agent of the Spies, smiled a fiendish smile. The victim now realized that the danger they were in was no comparison to their current predicament.













































The fireman knocks you out, throws you in the back of the fire truck, and drives off into the night!

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Broderick has been Imprisoned by the Spies.

You will never see him again.

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Broderick : please post Final Words in your confessional immediately.


Judge Sam: “It was a pleasure to have you play Broderick. You were the gadfly to the lazy old Burg’s horse the entire game, always poking and buzzing around the ass trying to provoke discussion. You certainly accomplished that and more. You gave so much of yourself to the game and for that I really enjoyed having you play. =) Everyone should check out Broderick’s confessionals after the game is over… they are very detailed, and quite random. Lots of good thoughts.

Broderick, throughout the game you angered many players with your playstyle. I guess tonight the Spies were angered with your presence in the game."


Judge Sam: “Broderick bites the dust. Exile 9 will be Friday at 10:00 PM CDT, I hope you can make it, as we will have a live fun challenge with a special reward! Hope to see you then.”

There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all.
Peter F. Drucker

Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.
-Jonathan Kozol

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