Laura shuddered, sighed, and tried to still her heart. This was okay. Dying early before she could get invested in anyone... or anyone could get invested in her. That wasn't the worst thing that could happen here. She'd tried, but she hadn't been able to hold herself together enough to connect with anyone, let alone see herself through to the end. Her voice had tried, too, but they'd clearly not done enough. It was too bad, but...
"Just get this over with," she muttered.
How was it going to feel? Her heart pulsed faster as she anticipated pain, or oblivion. Ah, but... there was the punishment ahead, wasn't there? Because fearing death wasn't enough, huh.
Maybe it would be quick.
Laura closed her eyes, and let it happen.
--
Darkwhite followed up on her promise.
Sand, sand, sand, sand, more sand, it was everywhere. Not even a cactus could grow here it was so hot and dry and
sandy.
Somehow, Darkwhite was forming a sand castle out of the completely dry sand. The heat didn't bother her, either. There was a large soda machine that served water and other drinks--including soda, of course--jutting out from one of the sand dunes. Unfortunately, it was quite a climb away to get there.
Eighteen people appeared on the sands. The Rotom DS had been disposed of. Now, there was a new statue present, along with the shreds of a card that pulsed with a sinister dark light...
Laura has been eliminated. She was Mafia.
On Arctozolt’s (IFBench) chest is a diamond of light. Notably, Ajia’s mark had disappeared.
Night 3 will begin in 48 hours.
