The citizens railed at the death of their friend cyberjim and decided if the city guards could not protect them, they were going to take matters into their own hands. One voice started to be heard above all the others, that of UghRochester. However, his ravings only brought suspicion upon him and soon he was seized and a noose placed around his neck.
"Any last words, murderer," asked WickedLiquid, the last person to be accused by Ugh.
"You're making a big mist-" his voice was cut off by the rope tightening around his neck as he was hauled off his feet. His legs kicked futilely as his face turned red, then purple. His eyes bulged. His kicks became feeble. An agonizing amount of time seemed to pass before he stopped moving entirely.
The citizens watched closely, expecting something to happen as the evil magic that had taken one of their own from them ended as the Assassin died. But nothing happened.
UghRochester has been lynched. He was a townie.
It is now Night 3. PM me your moves.