The sun sunk lower and lower in the sky and the townsfolk had reached the end of the day, and, with the most votes on him to be the next killed, Vatumok was destined to die that night. The citizens gathered round him, closing in on him in a circle, preventing him from escaping. A bottle of deadly poison was handed to him, and he was instructed to drink, or be violently attacked to death by the hands of the town. Choosing to take the dignified way out, Vatumok opened the bottle and drank. A few seconds passed, and Vatumok's eyes widened, and he started to choke. The town held their breath - some looked away, some stood and watched stoically, as a man they once called a friend began to die in front of them. But before he dropped to the ground, Vatomuk's hand, shaking slightly from the pain as his insides were burnt by the poison, slowly reached down into his pocket. Before the townsfolk could react, Vatumok pulled out a pistol, pointed it at ComputerGuy_, and pulled the trigger. ComputerGuy_ fell to the ground - a bullet wedged in his head - and Vatumok then fell too. After they were able to escape the shock of what had just occured, the town checked the bodies, and then the houses, of the two dead citizens. For Vatumok, it was obvious, with his concealed gun and his diary that they found, that he was innocent, and had planned to use his grandfather's gun, along with his single bullet, as one last attempt at doing some good on the moment of his death. For ComputerGuy_, nothing was found of any significance, and so it was concluded that he was simply an ordinary, innocent citizen of the town. Guilt and anger filled their hearts as they locked their doors for another night, with not one but two innocent allies lying cold and dead outside.
Vatumok, a Hunter, has been lynched.
ComputerGuy_, a Vanilla Townie, has been shot dead.
It is now Night 3. Please send in your night actions, if any. You have until Monday 16th October 20:00 GMT before dawn.