Figure 3. There's no way this can end badly.
The lynching of both Golbat and Promethelax got to Keirathi. Deep down, he knew that two innocent men had been hanged, and he knew it would be a long time before he would sleep well again. Walking home, he found himself at an intersection. One path lead to his house, the other to the local watering hole. After drowning some of his sorrows, he found himself back at the same intersection. As two innocents had now died, he headed back to the pub once more for a couple more whiskeys. Only at the third visit to the intersection did he make his way home.
A totally sozzled Keirathi was awoken several hours later by a knock at his door. Getting down the stairs is a challenging task during that awkward time in between being massively drunk and being only rather drunk, but he somehow managed to make it to his front door. Looking outside, he couldn't see anything in the inky black night. Then he realised he still had his eyes closed, and opened them; much better. He opened the door and was greeted by a small Bomb Omb plushie someone had left on his welcome mat. Understandably confused, he picked it up.
Sometimes, the Bomb Omb plushie delivered to your doorstep in the middle of the night isn't actually a Bomb Omb plushie.
This was one of those times.
Keirathi exploded in a huge mess on his doorstep. Only his friendship bracelet remained.
Keirathi, town mason, has been killed!
Day 3 has begun! You have 48 hours to vote for the next lynch.