A covert meeting of the world's most diabolical organization, the Department of Education, was currently taking place on a storm blackened night, amidst howling, cursed winds, at the rented conference room of the local Holiday Inn. The Education General stood at the head of the table, wildly gesticulating at a map of Greendale Community College, their latest campaign. A bizarre school, which taught no recognizable curriculum, and was technically zoned for shoe repair only. A school veering dangerously out of their control.
"Friends, I have the latest news from those radicals at Greendale Community College. It appears that their student body has become radicalized enough to reject our nation's greatest heroes, fast food. They've exploded a Subway," the General reported somberly.
"Actually, Sir, I said they exploded
in
Subway. It turns out that romantic entanglements are unavoidable when you anthropomorphize
anything,"
clarified an embarrassed looking intern.
"...For God's sake, Raoul, what are you, like 34? And still an unpaid intern, due to shoddy unclear memos no doubt, harumph," snorted the General with disdain, and a mental note to google some things later in the night. "The point is, what originally appeared to start as a harmless death game may in fact be more sinister than we thought. Several of our undercover operatives have been tracked down and eliminated. While true that most of the deceased are total innocents, it could be that their administrator is on to us. This whole "game" might just be an excuse to clean house. I mean, what even is "priority registration" anyway?"
The Education Colonel cleared his throat and stood up. "We know that dear, sweet, precious Subway is not to blame for this. His chicken may not have contained enough protein to be legally called meat, but neither did it contain enough plastic to be legally called a frisbee. I think that all the good, moral students appreciated Subway's Healthy Flavour Fiesta" and "Low Low Prices."
"We know they appreciated his five dollar foot long," muttered an intern sullenly in the corner. He had been in charge of watching spy footage.
"Yes, yes, we all enjoy Eating Fresh and Feeling Good," agreed the general as he slapped the Subway brand Subway Sandwich Board which served as their meeting table.
"But to determine the true cause, my men have managed to capture one of these so called "Greendale Students" for interrogation. Bring him in the subject, boys."
Mzero slowly shuffled into the conference room, despite his back being bowed with age he appeared youthful and spritely thanks to his toque, Music!Band hoodie and skateboard.
"How do you do, fellow kids?"
"Mzero, it was nave of you to think we'd mistake the Town's most prominent 104 year old man for one of this community college's elementary school students."
"No, it's me Taco. I was like this the whole time,
baka
," Mzero countered defiantly. "Just because I go to sleep at 1 pm every day doesn't mean I'm some kind of
jiji
."
"Whatever. Tell us, how are your comrades deciding who to execute in this little schoolyard massacre game of yours. Killing off good, kind capitalist mascots? Deeming them "Evil" ? Ensuring you and your little red commie-rades can rise up and infect other schools?"
"Only one of my friends is Red, and to be honest he's been quite rude recently! Like...you! You clods!"
"Shut up Mzero, you look like a German puppet and smell like the inside of a church," snarled the Education Admiral.
"wat ever. I know you ate all the macaroni."
The general waved his hand in impatience. "Enough of this. I've executed men for less, more, and now for this exact amount. He's useless. Take him out back and feed him to the Biohazards."
The Board of Education goons streamed towards Mzero, who fell and died of a broken hip before he could be thrown into the snarling, raving pit off in the distance. The admiral stared off into the distance, haunted.
"...I
did
eat all the macaroni. It's messed up that he knows."
MZero has died. He was:
"Shut up, Leonard, I know about your prescription socks!"
You are Leonard, TOWN Taunter.
An omnipresent oldman whos always nearby and ready to heckle. Mostly Jeff, but who among us hasnt had the opportunity to yell shut up Leonard, I know about (weird niche thing) in our lives?
At night, you may attempt to target a player. If successful, until the next night phase, any action they perform will now target you instead of their original target.
You win when all threats to town have been eliminated.
Enrolled:
1. Ben
2. Blade
3. Chang
4. Ctes
5. Death
6. FD
7. IGCD
8. Kirby
9. MI
10. Red
11. Ulti
Expelled:
[LD1] Knightz - Evil Abed, MAFIA Roleblocking Rolecop Dreamateer
[LD2] Wallz - Evil Annie, MAFIA Framing Doppelganger
[KN2] Isquen - Garret, TOWN Vanilla
[LD3] Corrik - Quendra, TOWN Vanilla
[KN3] Sbell - Annie Edison, TOWN Forensics Investigator
[LD4] Peaf - Subway, TOWN Vanilla
[KN4] Mzero (Taco) - Leonard, TOWN Taunter
Vanished:
[VD1] Lopen - ???
It is now Day Five. With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch. Day ends Sunday, May 12th at 6 PM EST.
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