Werewolf III

[The Wizard]

I'm not a werewolf, Rem, and you know it. I need that hamburger!

[Remington]

[The Wizard]

[Remington]

Down, boy!

Hamburgers are people food.

[Dimocritus]

Depends. What do you want?

A hamburger?

Werewolves don't get hamburgers.


DOG FOOD FOR YUO

[The Wizard]

I wants my burger!

[Jasper]

If you give a werewolf a happy meal, he will ask for a super-sized.

[Freeky]

Lol. Looks like I didn't miss much while I was away preparing my pie bits, anyway.

[Remington]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!

Dr. James Semaj leaned back in his chair, warming his hands over a roaring fire. The blaze helped dispel some of the spring chill, and it lit the entire room with a warm, flickering light. He had pulled out a book and started to read when he heard a slamming on the door.

WHAM. Semaj put the book down. WHAM. WHAM.

The door splintered inward, falling to the ground in a two pieces. Angry villagers flooded though the doorway; with pitchforks in their hands and murder in their eyes.

"Seriously?" The doctor muttered. "Again?"



[Fast-forward film montage]

The villagers looked on as Dr. Semaj's body swayed in the breeze, dangling from the top branch of the oak tree. No change came over his body.

"Seriously?" Rumckle muttered. "Again?"



Lynch Successful


Dr. James Semaj has been lynched; he was an innocent villager. 18 players remain.

It is now nighttime. Wolf Maur, please send me your kill. Psychic, send me a guess.

[Remington]

Also, Storebrand has retired from the game. 17 players remain.

[The Wizard]

 

[Remington]

/gives hamburger

[The Wizard]

(eats hamburger and makes a groan stating that might as well just not bother getting resurrected given mortality rate)

[The Wizard]

(moan about having will entrusted to Dok Howl)

[The Wizard]

(gets some rest while waiting to be cut down)