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Clarifying the mechanics of the "injury" feature: if a wounded player does not have the "healing" ability, instead of the wounded player's ability being activated, they die. Otherwise, their ability is activated as usual.
Vote to execute Hostor - 8 votes (Reinhard, Nebo, RiMpel2, WhiteLizard, Werevolka, Gur, WisTrit, Hermit) Vote to execute WisTrit - 7 votes (Gil4, Xostor, WishmasteR, Kniaz_OMEGA, Neyra Dрейк, Loreley, Amko) 8 votes are needed for an execution.
What happened at night greatly disturbed everyone. The good thing about an asylum is that if you see something that only a madman could do, you don't have to look far for suspects. All attention, of course, was focused on building D: all day they searched the wards, ripped open pillows and mattresses, and the patients were driven out into the corridor and searched.
But nothing suspicious could be found – neither in the wards nor in the behavior of the building's inhabitants. Our people got very nervous and angry, roughly pushing the patients either into the corridor or back into the wards, and because the search took so long, they didn't take them to lunch. Having found nothing, the searchers left, ashamed and puzzled.
It was a dark, moonless night, and the rain wouldn't stop. I was sorting through the papers Laura had left behind for several hours until I felt myself falling asleep. I stretched out on the bed, without taking off my robe, and instantly fell into a deep sleep. A sleep from which I was jolted awake by a wild, inhuman scream, full of rage and agony.
I jumped up and rushed out of my room, bumping my shoulder against the doorframe, and ran into someone in the hallway – several other people had already run out there, having also heard the scream. The source was quickly found, too quickly… it was Reinhard's room. Those who entered found a gruesome sight. The owner of the room was lying on the floor, and on top of him, with his teeth sunk into the unfortunate man's face, was Amko. His body was still convulsing, but life had already left him – before he died, Reinhard managed to stab him in the throat with large scissors, piercing the artery. The bodies of both were covered in blood, strangely binding them together in this terrible embrace.
We spent the whole night cleaning up the bodies and tidying up the room. There was no way we could leave everything until the police arrived – in that time, the smell of decomposition would have filled half the hospital. By breakfast, I was completely exhausted, my head ringing with lack of sleep and shock. Xostor sat with the same stunned look, as if he still couldn't wake up. It seemed that only Rimpel2 looked calm and confident, as if his peace had been vigilantly guarded during the night.
In the middle of breakfast, I was called to the intensive care unit, and I felt no emotions when I was told that they had failed to save the wounded WhiteLizard, and he died from blood loss closer to morning. They needed to move him to the morgue. As I was putting his bloodstained, crusty clothes into the box, I felt something heavy. I carefully unfolded the stiff folds, and a black, matte barrel of a "Glock" stared back at me. I stared at it blankly for a minute, trying to make sense of what was happening. The park… the hospital park… that's what it was. I felt a hysterical laugh rising in my throat. That was all I needed. Footsteps were heard in the corridor. Without thinking, I tucked the gun into my belt. I see no reason to hand over the weapon to anyone in the hospital.
The duty nurse was not at her post, so I freely examined the records in the log, noting the entry "Gil4 is stable, WisTrit is aggressive", and quickly rummaged through the trash can. There were only three notes:
1. I'm taking over Gil. J. D.
2. Well, my children, I am disappointed. But, as the one called to cleanse and change this world, I give you a second chance. You yourselves despise these murderers, but you follow them. And this could be used. You played your roles perfectly in our play. And soon you will learn the name of the last tormentor. And as a sign that we keep our word, you will have another victim today. Radonar, your messiah.
3. WisTrit is aggressive, Gil is stable. Today I will check Amko, Mishka will check Lizard. If you don't find convincing evidence against the surgeon, I advise you to execute Xostor. Even if he is acquitted a second time, Radonar will be exposed. The mentally ill are the most dangerous to us now. Don't listen to Gil, even if he really is a guard! The evil ones are strong and dangerous, but the mentally ill are much more dangerous to us now...
Wistrit
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