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Chapter 41 by Nemo of Utopia Nemo of Utopia

*What Is Your Judgement Against The Lying Son-Of-A-Bitch?*

*Sic Semper Raptores!*

A snatch of something from your old life filters back into your consciousness, you don't remember where it's from or anything but a passage from some book occurs to you: "Better far that a man should have a millstone tied around his neck and be tossed into the deepest part of the sea than that he should be an occasion of sin to one of these my little ones..."

"Guards, arrest that man and prepare him to be sacrificed!" You bellow as you see him making ready to run. "What he has done is an abomination before all that is holy and he must be made to atone, in BLOOD!"

The Guards move to obey your orders, but they never get the chance. The crowd, especially the female portion of it, surges forward and bludgeons the offender to **** with anything that comes to hand. Rocks, sticks, canes, one person throws a desiccated ear of corn...

It takes 20 minutes to restore order, and by then he is little more than a greasy blood stain on the ground.

You wonder what to do about the sudden outbreak of 'mob-justice' you just witnessed.


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*How Do You Deal With The Mob ?*

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