Dutchiee crept curiously towards the first box. Glancing down at it he cracked his knuckles and pulled the lid cautiously. Then he glared in bafflement.

"I'm not sure what this is guys...it seems to be some kind of a -"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*






















































































The smoke cleared as the group slowly rose from their positions on the floor. The only person who didn't rise was Dutchiee, who lay motionless in a bloody heap.

You have been killed. However as this is a game with revives, please refrain from external discussion until it is over.

Due to your alignment, you may still discuss the game with your fellow shades. You may not still vote however.