*Drops a stone with a sword in it.* The one with the sword gets to be mayor, or some shit like that. Probably. Maybe. Y'all can work it out amongst yourselves.
*screaming* ”wh-what have you done?!?”
Tor shifts into a rattlesnake, seeming to squirm slightly as she does so, her body flickering in and out of reality. She wraps herself around the stone and clamps her fangs down on the sword’s hilt. “AHMAHNAHBNHDAHSRNGEHNSTBEDAHDAMOSZZDEDNERMND”
The Farmer glares disappointedly from the distance. They snap and a shirt appears on their blurry form that simply reads, “anarchy”.
Phoenix lifts an eyebrow, vaguely aware of the whole confusion in town. “Whatever” she says, and goes back to work. That does not concern her.
Twyne grimaces as he hears the noise echoing from the town's borders.











