Were be the wolves? [Game Thread]
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The polling continues during this day. Unlike the day before, there are many different names thrown into the ballot box...many of which start arguements as people annouce their votes out loud. Shouts of "TRAITOR" and "STUPID FURRY CREATURE YOU GONNA DIE!!!" are thrown about haphazardly without a care in the world...and sometimes without any logical reasoning whatsoever. In the end...as the sun begins its decent into the horizon, the votes are tallied. Diamondarrow, Mevansuto, Goreae, Sleepyscumbag, 016Nojr, Exedra all hear their names as they each have a vote. Vikestep is a close second for the noose as 3 votes were cast against his soul. But...it is Trajing that who hears his name called 7 times...and before he can even speak, he finds a noose around his neck and he is being dragged towards the gallows. The villagers have learned from previous experience that it's easier on everyone to just get it over with. Before Trajing had the chance to fully realize what was happening...his toes were cold and the light was fading from his eyes.
As the group headed back to the bar to have a drink in remembrance of the innocent they had just killed, the strange lightning from the night before appears again. A single loud "CRACK" between The_j485 and 016Nojr echos between the buildings as they fall to the ground, burnt to a crisp.
Once everyone was into the bar with a pint in their hand, the sun finally settled down over the horizon. All they could do now was wait for the inevitable. So as they waited, they sang songs and told stories in remembrance of the souls who had already lost their lives. Suddenly there was a commotion at one of the tables. Goreae who had been sitting by himself and lapping up his grog feel to the ground, convusling horribly. It took several minutes for the change to occur...and even then it didn't seem like it completely finished. In the end...Goreae was laying dead on the ground next to his table, and an empty potion bottle was found rolling on the floor near him. He had grown fur from his ears and partially down one side of his body...that side had also seemed to distort itself and grow. He must have been a wolf!
No one wanted to hang around the body of a dead werewolf...although everyone was excited that one had been killed...even though they had no clue why the apothecariast decided to target him. Was it random, or had hints been seen? No matter, everyone left the bar and went their separate ways to hopefully live through the night in their locked rooms.
It wasn't to be...hours later the howls began. They started in the bar and sounded howls of sadness...which quickly turned into crys of anger. There was no silence this night. Everyone heard the sound of beast running through the town, smashing windows, barrels, breaking down doors. It was a horrible sound that went on for hours, and somewhere along the way a blood curdling scream was heard. Finally though, the sounds began to subside and the sun began to rise.
The villagers left their rooms, only to find the pieces of Not_Steve scattered throughout the town. Gripped in one of his hands there was a note...quickly scribbled. It looked something like "AVEng.m...str..gth.don...die"
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Trajing was lynched, he was a Villager!
The_j485 was smote for not voting, he was a Bodyguard!
016Nojr was smote for not voting, he was a Villager!
Goreae was poised by an Apothecariast, he was the Alpha Wolf!
Not_Steve was killed by Werewolves, he was a Hunter
*Everyone feels slightly stronger
As the group headed back to the bar to have a drink in remembrance of the innocent they had just killed, the strange lightning from the night before appears again. A single loud "CRACK" between The_j485 and 016Nojr echos between the buildings as they fall to the ground, burnt to a crisp.
Once everyone was into the bar with a pint in their hand, the sun finally settled down over the horizon. All they could do now was wait for the inevitable. So as they waited, they sang songs and told stories in remembrance of the souls who had already lost their lives. Suddenly there was a commotion at one of the tables. Goreae who had been sitting by himself and lapping up his grog feel to the ground, convusling horribly. It took several minutes for the change to occur...and even then it didn't seem like it completely finished. In the end...Goreae was laying dead on the ground next to his table, and an empty potion bottle was found rolling on the floor near him. He had grown fur from his ears and partially down one side of his body...that side had also seemed to distort itself and grow. He must have been a wolf!
No one wanted to hang around the body of a dead werewolf...although everyone was excited that one had been killed...even though they had no clue why the apothecariast decided to target him. Was it random, or had hints been seen? No matter, everyone left the bar and went their separate ways to hopefully live through the night in their locked rooms.
It wasn't to be...hours later the howls began. They started in the bar and sounded howls of sadness...which quickly turned into crys of anger. There was no silence this night. Everyone heard the sound of beast running through the town, smashing windows, barrels, breaking down doors. It was a horrible sound that went on for hours, and somewhere along the way a blood curdling scream was heard. Finally though, the sounds began to subside and the sun began to rise.
The villagers left their rooms, only to find the pieces of Not_Steve scattered throughout the town. Gripped in one of his hands there was a note...quickly scribbled. It looked something like "AVEng.m...str..gth.don...die"
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Trajing was lynched, he was a Villager!
The_j485 was smote for not voting, he was a Bodyguard!
016Nojr was smote for not voting, he was a Villager!
Goreae was poised by an Apothecariast, he was the Alpha Wolf!
Not_Steve was killed by Werewolves, he was a Hunter
*Everyone feels slightly stronger
Well, guy was provoking it. First he called out someone for enjoying the killings, then proceeding on to claiming he's a villager himself. Don't let it get you down, he was acting like he was a wolf. Anyhow, it's time for a drink, I feel. Especially after a night like this with 5 deaths. No wonder people are shocked.
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Nah, the guy was a jerk. He got what was coming. Anyone else who acts the way he did will surely get the noose.
Are your words those of a wolf faking sympathy?
killing 1 wolf is not the cost of lynching 3 innocents, at some point we are more murderous than them if we continue down this path
We can't, but if we are too afraid to lynch someone, even if they are suspicious, we'll die anyway eventually.
This maybe the wolves' game. They'll break us down. I'll retract my previous statements in an effort to prove we're better than them.[DOUBLEPOST=1401050508][/DOUBLEPOST]
*Walking around after waking up I think about the five deaths that have gone on and decide to go to the bar*
*talking to the new bartender*
"I can't believe Aurora was the Alpha Wolf...she seemed so kind"
"I don't know who to vote for, but I know to many innocents have died already in these two days"
*leaving the bar I continue to think about the situation and decide to wait to decide my vote*
*talking to the new bartender*
"I can't believe Aurora was the Alpha Wolf...she seemed so kind"
"I don't know who to vote for, but I know to many innocents have died already in these two days"
*leaving the bar I continue to think about the situation and decide to wait to decide my vote*