Day 4

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Good morning!

Once again, Arataka Reigen has won immunity, because, I mean. Seriously. His work has been printed up at poster size and hung up around various parts of the studio. You might even catch it happening; a chunk of the wall will dislodge itself, spin 360 degrees, and then blend seamlessly back into place, now with the poster on it.

For everyone who participated in the logo contest, you may select a free Blu-Ray to be delivered to your dressing room. There's a wide selection; you can pick something from your own world or something from an alternate universe. You may have accidentally picked something from an alternate universe. Enjoy finding out as you watch them!

Mackentucky Fuck You retains copyright and licensing rights of all designs submitted.

Now get to voting! ]

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Simon proposes a plan (and argues with Rhys a lot)
Mac and Ougi are dead
Reigen is yelling for volunteers
Final voting plan))

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[godhole]

[Slams down the bottle of hard liquor he just sucked down about half of.]

There's a dead body in my dressing room!

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Another one?!

[godhole]

They killed Mac! Those fucking assholes straight-up poisoned his beer!

[Takes another swig from the bottle.]

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[um. stares at the beer.]

Wh... why? Did he forget to vote?

[godhole]

No!

[pause]

...Maybe!

[another pause]

Yes, actually, yes, he got wasted and passed out that day, but those costumed freaks poisoned him like an animal! Mac wasn't an animal! He was a stupid idiot who drank poison, but he was my friend!

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Shit.

[he groans and rakes his hand down his sweaty face]

This is really bad. I'm so sorry.

[kayssistant]

Wh-what?!

Who??

[godhole]

Mac. Ronald McDonald. My friend, Mac. They killed him.

[if it seems like he's maybe not processing this well, it's because he absolutely is not]

[kayssistant]

Why? What'd he do? Did Mr. McDonald get sick of sharing his name with someone else or something?

[Kay doesn't blame him if he's not processing this well, really.]

[godhole]

[voice hitching as he speaks:]

That stupid... piece of shit forgot to vote.

[kayssistant]

[Kay gasps. She blinks, looking sad now.]

Oh no...I'm so sorry.

[godhole]

I always figured I'd outlive the guy, but this is...

[Pauses, searching for words.]

I always figured he'd set himself on fire or something like that, you know? Die the way he lived.

...

Although, come to think of it, he actually went out exactly the way he lived.

[kayssistant]

Still, this isn't exactly the best way to die.

He could've at least lived longer if he weren't here.

[godhole]

Yeah. That's the long and the short of it.

[ Picks up a bottle of whiskey and gulps back a distressingly large mouthful. ]

[very_good_end]

[SOMEONE SAID A MAGIC WORD, AND ERIKA IS THERE]

There's a dead body?!

[godhole]

Oh my god, no. No. If you try and pull that Sherlock Holmes shit with my dead friend, I will chop your face off.

[very_good_end]

You'd better be ready to chop it really good then, Mr. Reynolds!

[she's taking off running for the dressing rooms]

[godhole]

[and what do you know, he forgot to close his door behind him]

Hey! Hey! I'm not kidding, you snot-nosed little bitch! You leave him alone!

[he wobbles up from his seat, now wielding his bottle like a weapon]

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[SPECIAL MOVE: ARM LOCK]

Whoa, whoa!! Easy! Take it easy!

[godhole]

[struggles only very briefly before giving up and just whining]

She doesn't have any right! No right whatsoever!!

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Of course she doesn't, but you can't attack her!

[godhole]

[rambling semi-coherently]

No, you don't get it! That little psychopath just wants to go around telling everybody I did it! She already accused me of killing those cops, which was rude enough, and how would I have even done that? How!? And now she wants to accuse me of killing my own best friend? Mac is the last person I would kill! I'm very upset right now!

[very_good_end]

[she's not stopping. She's the Great Detective and there's a body for her to examine.]

[she is running in her stupid EGL fashion heels though, and she's short, so he probably won't be too far behind her]

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[nope, lucky for her Reigen stopped him]

[As for Dennis's dressing room, it's full of various liquor bottles in various states; some broken, some not yet opened, but mostly empty. The dead body of Ronald "Mac" McDonald lies on the small couch. It's starting to smell.

There is one especially conspicuous beer bottle lying on the floor, the last of its contents spilling out. It reads "FOR AC" on the side.]

[very_good_end]

[first step, try to save a little of that last bit of liquid from spilling by picking up the bottle.

second step: grab something absorbent and soak up what's on the floor.

third step: DEAD BODY]

Hm, apparent poisoning... alcohol poisoning? That's certainly a possibility. Oh! Perhaps he choked on his own vomit.

[MENTAL PICTURE time, is the body face down? Face up? Eyes open? Shut?]