Partly because I've been swamped with work this week, partly because I'm running on half an hour of sleep, and mostly because you all voted No Lynch, all I'm gonna write out is nobody was lynched. Somewhere, buried deep beneath the stacks of "fresh" "beef" in the McDonalds storeroom, Ugh turns in his grave. IT IS NOW NIGHT 3. NIGHT PEOPLE PM ME YOUR MOVES. And Tylzen, get in the game, dammit!