I know, I’m just giving you a hard time. 
I thought the Night would last at least until tomorrow, but I see the scum have been industrious. Well, it’s not like I had anything to do tonight anyway.
Psst, I know the guys that do that show “Pimp My Chariot”. Want me to hook you up? We’ll get Zeriel to do the rims and chrome. It’ll be good publicity for the blacksmithery.
You can get me a good deal, maybe free?
You need to buy one of my chariots first…then we pimp it! 
What! I am outraged! A little. I demand you sell me that chariot for only 50% of MSRP.
Just head over to Pasta’s Pre-Owned Chariot Emporium. Like we always say: “You’d have to be a cultist to beat these prices!”
LMAO! Looks like I have some competition. We give cultists a “discount”, since they can kill us and all. All they have to do is ask for it when they come in. So NAF, still want 50% of MSRP or will MSRP be OK?
I am half-expecting Jesus to burst through the door, overturning tables and yelling “Take these things hence!”
Oops, wrong religion.
So you are willing to sell me a chariot at 50% off?
Good, unless Hockey Monkey comes back with a better offer, we have a deal.
I get to have the chariot looked over by a blacksmith of my choosing before any money changes hands, right?
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Hey, Blaster Master, you’re the kind of dad who makes the kids wait until after breakfast to open presents on Christmas morning, aren’t you?
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I am ashamed that you would use such a tactic to get full price for your JUNK! We have history HM, I have known you since you were a little pimmaspinner.
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When I think of you, trying to take advantage of me like that.
Well, I just thought you would maybe WANT to help me out. But no, full price is fine. Give me a moment while I talk with our devout friend Pasta over here.
And I thought you wanted those chrome horseshoes and some bling bling for your new ride. I’ll call my people at “Pimp My Chariot” and tell them you aren’t interested.
Hmm, you make an interesting point.
Pasta you got the hook ups?
Oh, well, grumblegrumble, err… I um…
In that case, why don’t you consider this fine Brutus model instead. It’s really more what you were looking for… By all means have it looked over. 50% MSRP is no problem.
You’ll be getting the undercoating, right? You need the undercoating, the way these dirt roads are…
Sorry babe, I am in the chariot business. Profit is not a dirty word. I was gonna hook you up will all your pimp daddy stuff for free, cause that’s how they roll. 
Sorry all. The people at work actually wanted me to… gulp… do work! It really is shortly now, I swear!
And undercoating is a rip-off! Never buy undercoating! But do consider getting an extended warranty.
(Gawd, I’m having too much fun with this.)
Well, in that case, I need to think about things a bit. How about I come back tomorrow evening? I don’t like to talk business in the daytime, it’s too hot what with all the buring of heretics. Besides, what a show! I just want to sit back and enjoy the screams.
I would be… if I had kids or celebrated Christmas.
Gonna post it now.
It had been a difficult Day, emotions rose and fell like the rolling hills of the Eastern Plains. Many of the citizens gathered in the hidden local bar and partook of the booze to ease their paranoia. Not only were they afraid of whom the Cultists may sacrifice that Night, but there had been rumors of other killers looming in the veil of the Night. As the shadows grew longer, slowly, one by one, the patrons left the bar and returned to their homes to nestle their families perhaps for the last time. The long Night passed in silence.
As the morning sun rose, anxious citizens stepped out of their homes and gathered en masse at the temple’s courtyard. As it seemed the trickling of citizens came to an end, a head count began; the town was one citizen short. A collective gasp was followed by the intense rabble of the mob. Who was missing…? After a few moments panic, it was realized it was the reclusive zuma.
Quickly, the crowd ran to his home, to find the door half open. A lattern was raised into the doorway as it was pushed the fully open “…zuma?” Alas, his body lay lifeless on the floor. Much like the high priest who was slain the Night before, he was found with a gapping wound in his chest, his heart removed in a bloody mess; in stark contrast, his eyes were, again, removed with such precision that not a single drop of blood remained in their place. Unlike the high priest, he also seemed to be missing his left ear with the same level of precision. Odd… Why was the ceremony different? Or was it a fault of another killer trying to mask his trail? It’s hard to say.
zuma, a Citizen has been slain.
The Day will end at 3:15 PM EST on Saturday.