DAY 2 HAS ENDED
Kawl_USC stood in the center of the ring, surrounded by the personification of steroid abuse, and he screamed towards the ring announcer, "I DEMAND A TRIAL!"
Jim Ross smiled, then deftly grabbed his microphone and brought it to his lips. "Well then! We have something more suitable to a man of you talents! Away with you!"
Kawl clapped his hands as the audience and the ring gave way, only to be quickly replaced by another arena. Kawl gazed around, and noted that it was somewhat...familiar...
A large, muscular man stood on top of a platform high above Kawl, his hands gripping what appeared to be a large cannon of some sort. Behind him was a giant bullseye, for some weird reason. The man laughed heartily, calling out to Kawl, "KAWWWWWWWWWLLLLL! IT IS I, NITRO, WHO WILL BE YOUR JUDGE, JURY, AND...EXECUTIONER TODAY!"
Kawl's eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, no. You have got to be kidding me."
"WHAT, WERE YOU EXPECTING FUCKING MALIBU? THAT JACKASS ONLY LASTED ONE SEASON!"
Jim Ross suddenly appeared and clapped his hands once more. Kawl's WWE attire magically changed into a bright orange leotard, the fabric and elastic barely containing his body. "Kawl, before you you will find several nerf guns. They are totally accurate.
Trust me on this. If you can hit the target behind Nitro in the next sixty seconds, you'll be free to go. If Nitro manages to hit you with his cannon, then you're done for.
"What? Can't we just joust or something?"
"We could. But we'll save that for later. GO!" Jim Ross rang the bell.
Kawl tumbled forward behind the first barricade and grabbed the Nerf gun, and took careful aim at the target behind Nitro. He pulled the trigger, and his eyes shined brightly as the missile flew true, only to suddenly be knocked out of the way by Nitro's heavy breathing.
"My turn!" Nitro yelled. He pulled the trigger as Kawl ducked down behind the styrofoam barricade, waiting for the tennis ball to hit.
Jim Ross turned to Kawl, "Oh. Forgot to mention. Couldn't find any tennis balls, so we went with M1A1 120mm rounds."
"Wha-" Kawl gasped as he suddenly exploded in a shower of limbs and testosterone.
"...probably should have mentioned that earlier," Jim lamented.
Kawl_USC has been eliminated!
Congratulations, you are
Goldberg!
You are one hell of a man but years of heavy steroid usage have taken its toll.
Your brain shrunk down to the size of a pea but at least you know how to vote!
Every Day phase, you are able to Vote in order to throw someone out of the ring.
You are aligned with
Town
You win when all Mafia-aligned players have been eliminated.
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