"Is this because of that one time I drank that eggnogg? That was an accident, I swear, I thought eggnogg was French or something. Trust me, if I'd known it was an egg I wouldn't have touched the stuff. Not that I did touch the stuff. This is all a misunderstanding. How can I be a Fox when I'm so happy to comply with you all? Wouldn't I be too busy hurting you right now if I were? I'm not a Fox. I wouldn't even hurt a fly. Unless it was a Fox, then I'd kill that fly, because I'm a loyal chicken. Do you see what I'm trying to say? I'm not a fly, I'm a Fox -uhh I mean, a chicken. I'll be whatever you want me to be, just let me squawk in peace.
But they were having none of it, and the next Cato knew, a dozen pairs of chicken-hands closed around his oh so tender neck. In his last moments he wondered whether chickens even had hands, but these thoughts were rudely interrupted by his unfortunate death.
Yet the death had not time to sink in before the chickens began to realise the true horror of their most recent bloodthirsty poulicide. Cato had not been just any plebeian chicken, Cato was in fact a Chicken of Repute! He had been descended from the great chicken stock of yore, he was direct bloodkin of Trajan, The Elder Chicken of Repute, and was meant to ascend to much greater things than merely senatorhoodship. He was destined for true decadence, swilling only the finest feed as he gazed upon his multitudes of enslaved workers below.
The chickens all braced themselves to feel Trajan's wrath, but it never came. Not ones to complain about their luck they quickly dispersed from the scene of the crime, ready to meet up the next day for what would surely a most interesting senate.
When the rosy-fingered dawn finally arrived however, Trajan was found skinned and plucked bare, blocking the doors of the senate house. Feathers were strewn everywhere around his body. It was clear that someone had tried to write a message in feathers across his corpse, but they hadn't thought their deed through, and the feathers had scattered everywhichwhere about the courtyard.
Cato has been lynched. He was played by 7-Zark-7. He was a Cultist from the Chickens of Repute.
Trajan was found dead. He was played by Mister E. Meat. He was the Elder Chicken of the Chickens of Repute.
Elder Chicken wrote:You are the Elder Chicken, Cult Leader of the Chickens of Repute.
Beware fowlfolk, the largest faction in the game currently has 3 cultists as of today!