The passion, the infighting, the dilatory moderator, the romance - wait, there wasn't much of that - all came to an end with two words: "Vote: Morte."
As Ellibereth and Rene pushed the ennoosed Morte off of the gallows' platform and watched him choke and quickly die, a sense of expectation hung in the air; expectation that this alternate reality would soon fizzle and that everyone could go back to their normal lives and continue their trick-or-treating. It turns out that these great expectations were too great. Oh, and they were totally wrong. I only included all this information as filler. I get paid by the word. That's why all my works are so unimaginably long.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Great expectations. Morte - still wearing that god-awful firefighter's hat - had been hanged, yet nothing seemed to be changing. As the sun set, Rene and Ellibereth set about preparing for sleep with much unease. Suddenly, Ellibereth looked as if an epiphany had suddenly occurred to him; stretching his arms wide, he dug deep inside his soul and, after a few minutes of intense struggling, suddenly started emitting a soft glow; a glow that even rivaled the glow of Rene's luminous thunderbolts, contained in a small bag hanging from his shoulder. Ellibereth seemed so much more trustworthy. Apparently he had been saving this power for quite some time; reveling in his newfound exuded integrity, he joyously shouted, "Yussss! I get two votes tomorrow! Awesome!"
Rene gulped. Ellibereth fell asleep with a smile on his face. Rene neither smiled nor slept.
As the demon sun rose, announced by whatever demon roosters were present in this strange world, the two survivors met each other at the ballot box. They were used to this by now; "parchment" and "ink" (in other words, the skin and blood of their dead companions) were set out for them, as if by some mysterious force. As always, the number of each material was exactly right. Ellibereth grabbed his "paper" and "pen" and, with a devilish grin, quickly scribbled something down and placed his ballot in the box.
Rene proceeded more slowly. Running his hand over the makeshift table of dark, knotted wood, he recalled the recent events that had brought him to this place. He was just an average nerd (in other words, a classics major). All he had wanted was to dress up as Zeus for Halloween. He never wanted to get involved in this alternate reality that somehow allowed him to take on the powers of the arbiter of the gods.
Rene sighed. He picked up his ballot and, dipping his quill into the ink well, wrote the name "Ellibereth" in nearly-calligraphic script. He hesitated. Ellibereth happily hopped around, urging him, "Get to it, you dirty Peloponnesian!" with a wide smile on his face. Rene took a deep breath, folded his ballot, and placed it in the slot on the lid of the box. Ellibereth - his features becoming less and less human and more and more demonic with every minute - screeched, "Yes! Let's count them now!"
Together they pried the lid off the ballot box. Together they dumped the votes onto the barren table. Together they realized - with somewhat varying reactions - that there were three votes to count: one for Ellibereth and two for Rene. After a moment of silence, Ellibereth yelled, "Yup! Looks like a majority! Let's go!"
Rene followed the bouncing Ellibereth up the stairs of the gallows in deep quiet. He sighed, stepped forward, and allowed the now hideously-deformed monster that was once the trusted Ellibereth to fasten the rope around his neck. With a spine-tingling cackle, the demon asked Rene, "So, are you proud of your dear Greeks now? They invented democracy, you know!" As Rene responded in a way truly befitting the king of the gods - condescending silence - Ellibereth let out a shriek and pushed with all his might.
Up until that point, Rene had planned to take his inevitable death nobly, with little struggle. However, as he hung from the rope, struggling for oxygen, he was suddenly filled with rage. Reaching for his sack of lightning, he grasped several bolts and hurled them behind him, little knowing that the spectre Ellibereth had already vanished. Mighty Zeus - defender of the innocent, bastion of all good in the world - was alone, hanging by a rope. He died quite painlessly, as Ellibereth, by now far off in the distance exulted in the world he had created - a world of disease, desolation, and destruction. The victorious warrior, his mission accomplished, reveled in the total elimination of hope that he had brought about.
The reality shifters - Sryen and Ellibereth - win. Great game, everybody! Thanks to all our players, as well as Entrility and Dwarrior, who came up with this whole incredible setup - take a look: