Ye Olde Sacrificial Games: A Historie Comith

[Dinh AaronMk]

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ancient Cherokee blood curse

@Vilageidiotx

gib back lousiana clay

[Dinh AaronMk]

And we march onwards.



Apperantly, there may only be one spiritual figure in the games now. The Virgin Mary has taken out Aaron with a sharpened speak. Woe to the line of Kohens of the Temple. But while Aaron may be dead, the remaining frog Trump sure seems to be trying to become a prophet or Messiah of some sort with his spiritual care of Otto von Bismarck.

Meanwhile Broby becomes lost.



The Cornucopia got replenished but no one seems to have wanted to go. Only no one went. Well, Ceasar Augustus' Depression and the Virgin Mary did and got into a fight over raw meat.

Otto also unfortunately falls into a pit before he could arrive.



Later that day, as if getting a compensation prize, the Virgin Mary gets a bag of weed as Frog Trump throws the man she was fighting is pushed off a cliff. Poor Augustus, you will never find your legions now.

[Vilageidiotx]

Alexander Hamilton tries to sing himself to sleep.

Alexander Hamilton (Yawn)... my name is Alexander Hamilton... and there are... a million... things... I... ha... (sleep)

[Dinh AaronMk]

We continue our long march towards victory.



With the player count so low now, it's more than personal. The Virgin Mary seems to have found cocaine and over-indulged to the point of over-dosing. Broby is killed when he and Alexander Hamilton teamed up to kill Nigel Farage. General medicine all around with the others.



The tension mounts.



Now as we know I would stop here, but the survivor count is getting so low we're about near the end. So I'll march on:





What an end from Bobby Jindall!






We have a winner! That other Trump character!

And now the placements:

[Vilageidiotx]

Ok, so was this the Trump messiah then?