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[President Television]

FUCK WE'RE DOOMED NOW

[LMNO]

OSHI-

[President Television]

I'm scared.

[Fuquad]

PSYCHIC ! KYFMS for 5 rounds and then snitch !

Rounds?

Snitch?

Oh I get it now, we're singing.

[The Johnny]

PSYCHIC !
KYFMS for 5 rounds and then snitch !

...or we all know your body will end in a ditch

[LMNO]

PSYCHIC ! KYFMS for 5 rounds and then snitch !

Rounds?

Snitch?

Oh I get it now, we're singing.

Either that, or we've suddenly started playing Quiddich.

[President Television]

Alright! I call seeker.

[bugmenоt]

Sir, note my name change from "Saint Bourgeoise" to "Weltbürger".

And define "night". How often am i supposed to check out this thread. Because I certainly do not want to die 

[Remington]

Sir, note my name change from "Saint Bourgeoise" to "Weltbürger".

And define "night". How often am i supposed to check out this thread. Because I certainly do not want to die 

It's entirely up to the wolves whether you live or die.

I suggest you start making burnt offerings to appease their wrath.

[LMNO]

MAKE YOUR TIME.

[Freeky]

I HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE!?

[Fuquad]

PSYCHIC ! KYFMS for 5 rounds and then snitch !

Rounds?

Snitch?

Oh I get it now, we're singing.

Either that, or we've suddenly started playing Quiddich.

I think signing would be more helpful. Werewolves can't sing only howl.

[Remington]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!


The man yawned and scratched his jaw idly.  The Oracle has disturbed the village greatly this afternoon, spouting his mysticism all over the town. Old fool. He turned another page, flattening the wrinkled page out with his palm. Not a terribly interesting book, but enough to pass the time-

His hand tingled. At first he ignored it, but the sensation quickly grew, to the point of pain. He looked at the hand, his hand, and gasped.

The light of the moon shone down on his exposed skin, and painful red blotches were spreading visibly. He tried to draw away from the light, but he couldn't move. The muscles in his entire arm were locked. The moon seemed to pulse with light, and the painful red blotches flared and sharpened into agony. Through his watery eyes, the man could see that the red marks on his hand had sharpened into words.

I give my soul to the dark abyss.

His scream echoed through the house, and he tore off his shirt in a mindless reflex to the pain. The light hit his entire body, and where it hit more words appeared.

I give my soul to the feral beast, to the Man-Hound. I renounce my humanity and accept a gruesome fate. I am Man no longer. I am Wolf!

Each letter burned him like a hot brand, sizzling into his very soul. The words of the oath, of the oath that he had sworn, wrapped around his torso and down his legs. Hair began to sprout in between the blood-red scars, framing the accursed phrases in a coat of midnight-black fur. The man screamed again as his bones began to crack and elongate. A dark presence intruded on his tortured mind, a presence of blood and death and moonlight. Kill them, the voice thundered, kill them all. In their death lies your purpose. In their blood lies your fate. YOU ARE WOLF!

As his teeth grew to razor-sharp fangs and his fingernails to claws, he let out a final scream and broke down the door with a sweep of his hand. Screams became howls, and Wolf Fenrir ran out into the night.


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A howl echoed through the night, reverberating through the house. Fuquad woke in a cold sweat. Against his better judgment, he grabbed a lantern and dressed quickly. Peering out from his window, he surveying the silent village square. All seemed to be quiet. Everyone else was asleep, that was for sure.

Damn his insomnia. The howl came again, louder, and Fuquad cursed under his breath. Fucking wolves, he thought, waking up in the middle of the night. Now I won't be able to get back to sleep. What's more, now he would have to endure the superstitious nonsense of his fellow villagers tomorrow. They'll be all up in arms about werewolves and other such boogeymen... Hah! At least it might be good for a laugh.

The howls stopped. Fuquad stopped and listened, waiting for them to come again. When the night remained silent, he chuckled and shrugged.

"Well, thank Goddess for small mercies."

He wandered into his kitchen, fumbling around for bread and meat. Might as well make himself a sandwich. As he was buttering the bread, he saw something out in the field. Someone.
He swung his lantern around to get a better look. It was a lone, darkened figure out in Cainad's corn field. He seemed to be stumbling as he wandered through the young corn plants, lurching as if he was injured.

Well, of course he had to help. Fuquad wasn't the best person in the world, but he prided himself on his charity to the poor.  He grabbed his lantern and headed out into the field.




The figure slowed as he approached it. The figure froze with an unnatural stillness when it saw the light from the lantern.

"You there... vagrant." No response. "Are you injured? Do you need help?"

The man still didn't move. His face was hidden by the cloak, but long, shaggy hair hung down past his shoulders. Faquad though he could hear a low growling sound.
"You sure you're okay? Come over to my house, maybe I can help you."

Fuquad stretched out his hand and went to place it on the man's shoulder...












Fuquad has been killed by Wolf Fenrir.

It is now daytime. The villagers have 24 hours to secure a lynch (8 votes required).

[Cain]

LOL pwned

[Fuquad]