NPF Mafia: 8-Bit Edition

[CallmePrismatic]

As the townsfolk secured the noose, Inbred Chocobo glanced around at the stoney eyes, seeing no chance for renegotiation. A giant, monotonous beat coursed through his head, each giant sound echoing tenfold through his ears. While he focused on this new horror he began to realize that he was listening to his pocket watch.

The floorboard dropped out and gravity followed suit, the intangible air underneath his feet allowing him to flail furiously without hope...and then there was no pop. He was merely hanging there, doomed to suffocate, until...yes, there was a pop a moment later, but not one of his body's final onomatopeias but the rope snapping.

He surged forward, dodging the groping hands and tumbling into the Provokan river, getting carried away in the current and rushing through the town. Arrows were fired from the sides of the river, but he managed to dodge them by diving under, flowing with the current. If he could just hang on a little more...and then he was there, the bright glowing fields of his home, and his wife and children running up to greet him, and he didn't even pay attention to the fact that he had no family...

Inbred Chocobo, vanilla townie town-aligned, swung in the breeze as his former townmates went home for the night.

NIGHT HAS STARTED. DO NOT POST. NIGHT ROLES SHOULD BE SENT WITHIN 24 HOURS.