NIGHT 1
"Ok," Plutonius exclaimed. "If we're going to prove whose powers are good to get to the bottom of this, I'll point out that I have the ultimate power! I merely write names on a list with my pencil, and those are magically the ones that are guilty!"
"Wait, wait, wait," Moyank24 waved her hands to calm things down. "I've got a question about your so-called power."
Plutonius looked as if he expected objection, and calmly spoke "I know, you're wondering how I know I'm not wrong. Well, remember the colostomy bag bandit?" Plutonius clucked. "I caught him. The pencil bandit?" Plutonius paused, "Actually, haven't caught him yet if you can imagine that..."
"No no no!" Moyank24 shouted. "All I want to know is, does it have to be a number 2. pencil?"
Plutonius raised a finger to make a point, but closed his mouth in thought. He began scrawling furiously on a piece of paper and thrust it at Moyank24. "The guilty!" he trumpeted confidently.
"This is written in Wingdings," Moyank24 puzzled. "What the..."
"Fine, I'll tell you!" Plutonius charged forward. "It was him!" Plutonius squealed, pointing at Southern Dad.
"Just everyone stay back!" Southern Dad began to shuffle back. He had some strap slung across his chest, and others began to back off, fearing a weapon. He reached back for the weapon, to a collective gasp.
"YES! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M DANGEROUS!" Southern Dad barked at the others.
"Uh," twietee started "that's just a banjo."
"Uh huh!" Southern Dad asserted, shaking it for emphasis. "One play of this, you're all done for!"
Southern Dad's fingers flashed across the strings, and all the heroes found themselves dancing like fools.
"I... CAN'T... STOP... GETTING... DOWN...!" cried Don't Panic.
"I've got an idea" Queen of Spades offered. She locked arms with -aggie- and nodded to him. He nodded back, because what else do you do? He locked arms with the person next to him, and so on and so forth and such. They line-danced right out the door, shutting it behind them.
Southern Dad's laugh faded as he found himself dancing, unable to stop playing. Some say he's still playing in that room. Those people are idiots. That damned achey breaky heart blowed up and killed that man.
Southern Dad has died and was a good hero. It is now NIGHT 1. PMs due by noon PST tomorrow, 6/5.
