INT - THE CABIN IN THE WOODS
The attendees are gathered in the kitchen. Some have already picked up violent instruments of persuasion - butcher knives, barbeque forks, rakes, very large spoons, etc. At first, there is crosstalk, but eventually it becomes clear that the talk has settled on the person of Romanic.
PERSON WITH BUTCHER KNIFE
He knows the number of the demons! We must feed him to the Great Machine as a first sacrifice!
PERSON WITH BARBEQUE FORK
Verily, but first we will pierce his heart, to ensure that he cannot harm us while we bring him unto the Machine.
PERSON WITH RAKE
And… ah… cover his body with leaves, so that… uh… he will be covered with leaves!
PERSON WITH SPOON
Guys?
PERSON WITH BUTCHER KNIFE
Let us seize him now!
PERSON WITH BARBEQUE FORK
And strike!
PERSON WITH SPOON
Guys?
PERSON WITH RAKE
Why are we talking like we’re from the fourteen century?
PERSON WITH SPOON
So, has anyone seen Romanic?
They look to Romanic’s chair. He is gone. From outside, we hear the sound of an engine - not a wood chipper, but something much more powerful - roaring to life. The PERSONS look at one another, the bolt for the door.
CUT TO - CABIN EXTERIOR - LATE AFTERNOON
From the perspective of the guests, we see a long road leading away from the Cabin. Barreling away, down the road, is a giant 18-wheeler. The camera cuts to a view of the passenger-side mirror; we see a reflection of Romanic, head reclined against the seat, arm cocked out the window, his only thoughts of the road ahead. As the truck fades into the distance, we can make out the license plate: “ASS CUM.”
PERSON WITH RAKE
Hey, there’s a road leading away from here? So we can just call for someone to come and -
Four or five GIANT TREES fall into the road, blocking passage.
PERSON WITH RAKE
Never mind.
They return to the cabin. Taped to the door is a brief note. They read it as we hear Romanic’s voice.
ROMANIC
Dear friends: I am very sorry I couldn’t stay to enjoy your promised hospitality. Alas, the siren song of the road overcame me, and also, I prefer my spleen unmutilated. Good luck; I do hope you’ll find those Deadite things eventually, and if any of you ever pass through Palm Beach at any point, please feel free to look me up.
CUT TO - The Woodchipper. It looks pensive.
Romanic, the HITCHHIKER, who was pro-Town (Special), has left the game of his own volition. He will win or lose with the Town.
All votes previously cast by or for Romanic are cancelled. I will post a vote count presently. Any player who targeted Romanic with a Day action (if any) must resubmit their action or it will target no one.
Day One continues. Because Romanic has left with ample time remaining in the Day, the Day will not be extended, and will end as planned at around 3:00PM Eastern Standard Time on Saturday, October 9.