AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Hey, yeah, could we maybe not partake in completely disgusting, borderline vomit-inducing activities?

What, you've never had deep-fried bird before?

But yeah, we shouldn't be spamming up the thread. It's making me hungry.

Y'know what? I don't wanna hear this from the guy who killed someone using his beak and the guy who fed me human steak. I'm fed up with this hypocrisy!

Eh, I'm just mad at the fact that my action got retconned. You deleted history! Number one most unforgivable sin to an archaeologist. I pray that there's little to none of that in the future.

The day lingers on, with barely anything to do in the town, the villagers relax as best they can, but the day seems to stretch into eternity, with no one able to bring themselves to do much. All of them knowing of, and waiting for, the eventual return of Tom Nook and his horrible game.

And, as if on cue...



The train had returned.



His voice comes over the intercom

"What's up, you bastards? It feels like I haven't seen you in almost a year! (Or maybe 10 months). Fortunately, it's only been a few days, so we still have plenty of time for you to try to repay your debt, upupu~"

"I've brought a guest with me who will be staying in our town for a short time. We'll be setting up a temporary campsite for them, and I hope you will make them feel welcome, even though you bastards will probably never meet them."

"Although, I'd be interested to see what would happen if you did... happen to encounter them..."

"In any case, it's the evening and you only have a few hours of freetime left, I hope you use that time wisely."

The day will end in roughly 24 hours. If you have night actions, be sure to give them to me tomorrow OR in advance so I will get them in time to plan things out. I will be sending PMs for the chats within a day or so.

After waiting for 10 months, Lucky finally selects and apple to eat. "I prefer them sliced, but this will do."

Joe sees what Lucky is about to do, runs at him and shouts "Noooooooo, don't!"

"What?" Lucky says, lowering the apple.

"Those apples are poison!" he says.

"How do you know? Have you tested them?" Lucky says, eyeing Joe nervously, and glancing behind himself.

"You're a dog, you can't eat those," says Joe, who then walks off.

Beautiful

"I'll take that, then", Punchy says, plucking the apple out of the dog's hands with a smug look on his face.

He also spent the last year/3 days really thinking about how lame he was and decided to not do that

Lucky glares at Punchy. He goes back to the table. He eats something that I'm too lazy to think of because dog stomachs are complicated.

*ding dong*

"Alright you bastards. You know the drill. It's nighttime, so no screwing around. I'll be busy settling our guest into their new home. I hope you'll make the right choices tonight~"

NIGHT 9

Keep sending me your night actions, lovelies~