Just in case any of you were unaware of this yet--it's really quite difficult to get back into the swing of a WW game when you've effectively missed Days 1 and 2. You remember what I said back on Day 1 about mixing up deadlines? Well... I agreed to play because I thought the deadline Sally gave me was 10:00 my time, not, as it in fact is, 8:00. You saw what happened as a result of this on Day 1... well, Day 2 was about the same. I was lucky I got back in time to vote at all. As far as the Lover Revenge Kill goes, we're talking about a process that involved Sally texting me while I was gone for the weekend, me not texting back until we were well into Day 2, and I had still not seen what had happened--I only knew that my beloved Nienna was dead, and I had to lash out in fury.
(By the way, I'm very grateful indeed to my dead Hunter-Lover for imploring Sally to give me my kill mid-Day, given how low a profile I was proving to have yesterDay.)
Anyway, there was definitely a question of "who to kill?" and I was working off a hazy memory of Day 1... while driving through heavy winds up the "interstate" (we don't actually have interstates in Canada, but this expresses better for an American what I mean than "highway"). The last I had talked with my beautiful Nienna, she had been hunting Zil and Mira--in that order.
Ergo, my village, we have a Known Innocent: Zil wasn't killed, though he was first pick. At least, this is how Nienna and I understood it. So even if you won't accept that I am a Known Innocent (though as near as I can tell from Sally's poem, I seem to meet the qualifications of the One Hit Wonder), I hope you'll recognise that Inziladun is.
Anyway...
Since Zil was innocent and Mira was dead, I was out of people to vent my distraught rage against. So...
Pitchwife wasn't exactly random, but he was a shot in the dark... which obviously went awry.
And that's the story of my foiled, mad attempt to revenge myself for the death of the Most Beautiful Hunter in the World. The world is now a sad, grey, empty place without Nienna! Alas, alas for our love!
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