Not just any morning, however. It's the Monday morning after President Donald Trump's inauguration. The country no longer feels prouder, stronger, or better.
In fact, it no longer feels quite like America. Faintly, amid the sounds of the hustle and bustle of DC commuter traffic, an unfamiliar song can be heard playing in the distance...
The voices singing? Well, they're hard to place... but they sound foreign to every policy wonk's ears. They sound almost...not human, and certainly not patriotic. They sound...like swamp monsters, and a new breed at that.
It's morning again in Washington, DC. The vibe is strange, and there's uncertainty about the new Administration. But no one must delay--the time is now to get back to work and make America the United States again.
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It is now Day One. (Please read the rules if you have not already done so).
The day will end in 24 hours (20:15 EST).
Plurality is in effect, so with 29 alive, it takes 15 to lynch.
Rodney is a great guy. Oops, nevermind he's a terrible human being.
He likes his sandwiches to be Turkey and Swiss. Triangle cut. Let vern have his crust. Poison the part Rodney eats.
TIB - 2 time award winner "Worst mafia player" at FE (maybe everywhere)
