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It's hard to sleep, but most of you find a way to do so. A few of you stand guard around the outside perimeter of the camp. The guards turn over after a few hours and there's nothing to report.
Shortly after the new guards take over, it happens. Trees crash. Animal noises of all sorts come out of the jungle. As the tree crashing comes closer, those closest to the jungle begin to turn and run.
Soon everyone's running, but from what? A few of you stop and turn around, hoping to catch a glimpse of just what exactly is chasing you, but there's nothing there. It takes a few minutes to calm everyone down. Eventually everyone returns to camp.
Poor Mr. Wednesday. He was left in the pit, and now is dead. It appears his neck was snapped. You notice on one of his fingers a ring with the letters, "DS". You also find some heroin in his pockets, obviously this guy was a drug user. Still, who could have done this? Didn't everyone run away from that crashing noise?
A head count ensues and there is one person missing. Grammaticus. Where could he be? A search party is made, and Grammaticus is eventually found dead. His throat was slashed.
You search Grammaticus and his belongings, but find a few things: a lottery ticket and a piece of paper with the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42 scribbled on it. In fact, those are the same numbers on the lottery ticket.
Needless to say, no one sleeps the rest of the night.
End Night 1.
Begin Day 2.
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