Werewolf: Speaker for the Dead [GAME THREAD]

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Its "creator" would be VikeStep. Right?

Btw, for some reason i can't connect to IRC.
 
Actually, that snippet was from me. I'm in jail. Erato's standing guard.

These golemic backstab theories are fantastic, though.
 
SoraZodia said:
Unless some funny black magic went on when trajing gave me my role, I'm just a originally civilian.

If in doubt, ask Pyure about my Ditto reference as that was an clue I had given him about my role when he asked if I was the jailor.


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Give up man, we are so screwed this game.

vote Vikestep
 
VikeStep said:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 
LivingAngryCheese said:
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Yeah, I officially have no idea what is going on anymore
 
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