Fourteen fell asleep but only thirteen awoke the next morning. In front of the fountain (where once lay Sleepy and Ka, they had inexplicably vanished) lay LittleManPoet, left eye dangling out of its socket, his hair ripped off along with pieces of bone and little flecks of brain all over his face, but no blood. No, that was all in the fountain. His arms had been mutilated beyond recognition with cuts everywhere and having been twisted into a shape they were never supposed to have been. There was a note pinned into his right eye, "Innocent." it read. The thirteen survivors looked at each other as the madman's voice sounded, "Thirteen! Lucky number thirteen! That means tonight you're all in for a real surprise! All I'm going to say is you better think before you pull any of your tricks my dear seers, ranger and hunter!" The voice trailed off into its trademark laughter.
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Day 2 may commence now.
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