Nakuzami stood up from the crowd. "I have an idea!" he proposed, enlightening everyone of his innocence and pure vanilla flavour. He pulled out the gun he had received at night, fully aware of the risk he was about to take. He had a gut feeling the Moderators were behind last night's catastrophe. Was he right? Hopefully he'd find out so-*click*
Silence. No gun fire. No screaming. No blood. Salt? Oh yes, there would be salt, for the transformation of human into a giant pile of salt was silent but deadly.
Mere moments later,
Lycanthropy held out the gun given to him by a kind face and stared at the man claiming to be the gunsmith. Taking careful aim,
Lycanthropy pressed down on the trigger and closed his eyes. This time, there was a loud bang, followed by the thud of Sword Master's body hitting the floor.
Shortly after Sword Master fell - a strange noise was heard coming from the lcoation of
Nakuzami's remains. An estranged man had several stuffed pouches hanging off his belt. Another one was open in his left hand, right hand pouring the salt from Naku's death inside. His laughter sent shivers down everyone's spines. Soon.
Nakuzami is dead. He was as vanilla as the ice cream I'm eating right now.
Sword Master is dead. He was The Snail.