Werewolf: Speaker for the Dead [GAME THREAD]

[SoraZodia]

Vote VikeStep
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[Strikingwolf]

New snippet

My own Muse, jailing its creator! Have you no shame Erato?

 

[VikeStep]

Now... that is a confusing snippet

 

[SpwnX]

Wut.

 

[Strikingwolf]

I think a golem jailed it's creator when the alliances changed?

 

[SpwnX]

Its "creator" would be VikeStep. Right?

Btw, for some reason i can't connect to IRC.

 

[Shazam08]

Actually, that snippet was from me. I'm in jail. Erato's standing guard.

These golemic backstab theories are fantastic, though.

 

[VikeStep]

*runs in* http://bit.ly/VikeWolf *runs away*

 

[Muse Clio]

*runs in* http://bit.ly/VikeWolf *runs away*

Love it 10/10

 

[SpwnX]

lock

I knew that my note "I don't trust yoooooou" had some base.

 

[Pyure]

Vote Vikestep if I haven't already

 

[HeilMewTwo]

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

 

[SoraZodia]

Give up man, we are so screwed this game.

I'm not gonna get lynched by a wolf without a fight.

 

[xTordX]

Vote Vikestep lock
I'm booooored!!!

 

[VikeStep]

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.

 

[Strikingwolf]

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.

EAP

 

[the_j485]

Vote Vike. I have no fucking clue what's going on anymore

 

[chbachman]

vote VikeStep

 

[LivingAngryCheese]

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.

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.

 

[buggirlexpres]

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.

Yeah, I officially have no idea what is going on anymore