After a mix of debate and votes and vote shifts and tie attempts and so forth a decision was made. Ye-olde generic pre-industrial age village in random nameless european country had decided it was clear that sprewell needed to die! He had to die, it was only fair he die. Everyone was set on him dying. Die he must and die he shall. But wait? What is that? A last second word by some charismatic leader type? Possibly one smoking a cigar? Just before the lever was pulled and sprewell was hanged someone spoke up and made a very passionate speech to sway you. Some brave leader stood up, pointed at lord strange and spoke thus the word's' of wisdom and leadership "Yo." and as a result everyone changed their minds and decided to string up lord strange. Acting as though under a spell however they could not quite make out who done the act of mob switchery. Swiftly the hanging victim was changed and just as swiftly lord strange perished as befitting a cultist.
Night was not as welcome as normal. Surely if the village hanged a baddie, the baddies would have to kill a goodie? Well for once it was to be, slinky the villager was found to have woken up dead the next morning. How is not important only that of his passing. Onward to probably glory cried the village! We may have hanged a guardian angel the day before but dumb luck shall carry us to victory!
Someone made lord strange the cultist hang instead of the lynch target and the wolves hunted slinky the villager.
Still unsure of sprewell, different timezones so we might still see him pop up shortly before bothering with a possible sub.
