(I've received a PM from Crys. She can't vote again because she can't get to a computer, therefore Willem is voted off. She also left a message about who she is going to target to killl next.)
Willem is taken away in handcuffs by the Police, kicking and screaming!
Now it's time to tell you all what really happaned;
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED!
Let's go back to the start;
Eight Forum members meet at the hotel Metropole in Birmingham on August 26, 2010, the day before the Discworld Convention starts. Sitting in the penthouse bar offering panoramic views of Birmingham (Wow! ), they are chatting, laughing and quaffing copiously.
Jan is drinking triple G & Ts, Dotsie is drinking tequila slammers, Sjoerd is drinking Heineken, Willem is drinking Grolsch, Crys is drinking pints of absinthe, DJ is drinking dry sherry, Bikkit is drinking shandies, and Poohcarrot is drinking bitter.
Pooh gets up and goes to the toilet. When he is out of earshot, the other members vent their feelings,
Jan: What an obnoxious git!
Crys: Arrogant know-it-all!
Sjoerd: I can't cope with him for 4 days!
Bikkit: He's driving me mad!
Dotsie: I wish he'd disappear!
DJ: Yeah! Bugger off back to Japan!!
Willem: Can't we do something?
Just then, DJ accidently knocks Dotsie's bag to the floor. The contents spill out.
DJ: What's that sachet of green powder, Dotsie?
Dotsie: Oh! That's just some powdered arsenic I was using in an experiment at work. I forgot I'd left it in my bag.
Jan: We could put it in Pooh's drink. That'd get rid of him. He, he, he!
Willem: Good plan, Jan. Ho, ho, ho!
Bikkit: We'd have to tell him before he drinks it, though.
Sjoerd: Of course! But we'd all feel better knowing that we'd had the power to kill him.
Crys: I'm game! Let's do it!
In turn, each forum member sprinkles some of the arsenic into Pooh's drink. Pooh returns from the toilet and picks up his pint glass. There is sniggering from the other Forum members. Suddenly Pooh points excitedly and shouts, "Look! It's Terry Pratchett!"
Everyone turns round to look. While they are looking, Pooh has a long drink of his beer.
Suddenly, Pooh grabs his throat, lets out a muted cry, then slumps backward to lie twitching on the floor with green froth spewing out of his mouth. His body then becomes very still.
"Let me through!" shouts Dotsie, "I'm a scientist....No pulse! He's dead! Arsenic poisoning!"
So there are 3 people left; DJ, Sjoerd and Crys. Who are you going to kill next? Crys has already decided .
The game is over after the next kill, then there is THE RECKONING!
"Disliking Carrot would be like kicking a puppy."
"You kicked a puppy," Lobsang said accusingly.