... do you have a role that says 50% of your posts must begin with "-ha!"?
Werewolf: Ayre, wolf! [Game Thread]
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Were you get that from?
I mean, I trust SpwnX only slightly more than Pyure (who I trust slightly more the Shazam, I'm pretty sure that guy has only told me the truth once), but accusations are a little harsh this early on.
Except when you've clearly earned them, Mr. McSquidders.
At this point it just seems like Squiddy's throwing "leads" out left and right just to divert attention from himself...
Soon after their arrival in this fairy-tale world, the citizens of Sadnessdeath reached a dilemma. Sure, the world around them was beautiful and magical and all that crap, but it just wasn't like home. You know, home! The cardboard boxes provided by Sadnessdeath Real Estate, surrounded by abject poverty and rampant crime, were tough to replace. Many of the citizens actually carried around said boxes on their backs like the world's unluckiest turtle colony, but that's a different discussion.
The people decided that New Sadnessdeath needed some more, you know, death. How much death? All the death. They figured if they took turns dying, one by one, they might eventually reach such lofty standards as the original kingdom. With that in mind, the carpenters among them quickly constructed a large wooden structure designed to kill the most hated among them. Of course, given the skillfulness of Sadnessdeath carpenters, a gallows was somewhat out of their league. They made a board. A 2 by 4 type thing, with nails stuck in all down the side. They nicknamed it "Lynch", to really drive home that Sadnessdeath feeling.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, right! Time to Lynch some scrubs.
Though normal citizens usually took a test Lynch or two, Sadnessdeath wouldn't accept some pansy-ass Nobody as their first target. The incessant whispers of Coolsquid, running left and right asking questions of every man, woman, and child, really got on their nerves. Especially the children. Were there children? Probably. For the sake storytelling, let's assume that a toddler took up Lynch and beat Squid with it until he stopped moving. This toddler, being the most intelligent of the twenty, determined his victim to be a Dustfinger. Not only that, but he was a special Dustfinger. He followed every whim and idea that came to him (which was probably a factor in his death) leading the toddler to pronounce him Impulsive as well.
The subjects of New Sadnessdeath retired to their boxes, content that death was present in their little corner of the world. They even had a bonfire, in celebration! Good ol' 016Nojr volunteered his box for the party. He carried in all the wood, stacked it inside, and waited for someone to light it up. Unfortunately, by the time someone finally found a lighter, Nojr had gotten sleepy and retired to his wood-insulated box for a quick nap. His body was so charred that even the almighty toddler couldn't recognize him. Got some great s'mores out of it, though. Mmm.
Chapter One Summary
Also, because I thought this might be useful, I'll be linking to all the chapter summaries in the OP. Holla holla.
The people decided that New Sadnessdeath needed some more, you know, death. How much death? All the death. They figured if they took turns dying, one by one, they might eventually reach such lofty standards as the original kingdom. With that in mind, the carpenters among them quickly constructed a large wooden structure designed to kill the most hated among them. Of course, given the skillfulness of Sadnessdeath carpenters, a gallows was somewhat out of their league. They made a board. A 2 by 4 type thing, with nails stuck in all down the side. They nicknamed it "Lynch", to really drive home that Sadnessdeath feeling.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, right! Time to Lynch some scrubs.
Though normal citizens usually took a test Lynch or two, Sadnessdeath wouldn't accept some pansy-ass Nobody as their first target. The incessant whispers of Coolsquid, running left and right asking questions of every man, woman, and child, really got on their nerves. Especially the children. Were there children? Probably. For the sake storytelling, let's assume that a toddler took up Lynch and beat Squid with it until he stopped moving. This toddler, being the most intelligent of the twenty, determined his victim to be a Dustfinger. Not only that, but he was a special Dustfinger. He followed every whim and idea that came to him (which was probably a factor in his death) leading the toddler to pronounce him Impulsive as well.
The subjects of New Sadnessdeath retired to their boxes, content that death was present in their little corner of the world. They even had a bonfire, in celebration! Good ol' 016Nojr volunteered his box for the party. He carried in all the wood, stacked it inside, and waited for someone to light it up. Unfortunately, by the time someone finally found a lighter, Nojr had gotten sleepy and retired to his wood-insulated box for a quick nap. His body was so charred that even the almighty toddler couldn't recognize him. Got some great s'mores out of it, though. Mmm.
Chapter One Summary
- Dylanpiera has been smited. He was Dent, with the ability Reclusive.
- Coolsquid was Lynched, with extreme prejudice. He was an Impulsive Dustfinger. You monsters.
- 016Nojr was burned to death. His role could not be recovered.
Also, because I thought this might be useful, I'll be linking to all the chapter summaries in the OP. Holla holla.
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Well if you do so with me ask me yes or no questions i can't pm back
but i can answer them here xDBad shazam, why do you make abilitys that make people unable to talk to other persons?
He is not unable to talk to you, he is just unable to answer you there.
He just said the way to talk to you, just ask him a question with an ID or something and then he can answer it just fine.