Werewolf III

[The Wizard]

Maybe it can be outlined as a rule in the next game, if there is one?

(groan suggesting that Semaj would be interested in running another game, if Rem isn't interested)

[Jasper]

If Enrico is the psychic, he sure has stones coming out like that.  If he turns out to be right about Lys, he is pretty much next to die.  Will we at least be getting another guess out of him before then?

Also screw you Dimo, I was talkative last game too.

I'm keeping my vote on Lys, because I have no reason to believe Enrico is bullshitting.

[Triple Zero]

Indeed,

if Enrico is right, the werewolves will eat him.
if he is not, we will lynch him.

so he's a dead man either way.

it would be helpful if he'd spill the other guesses he made so far as well, just so we know who is an innocent villager.

[Enrico Salazar]

One was for you.   

Other was for Fred. 

Both are innocent.


Enrico always keep a razor blade up his ass.  If that wolf come at me, he go down too.

[Doktor Howl]

Enrico is psychic, fuckers.  There is no other.

His first to premonition were bullshit, but this one, she is right.  Lys is the fucking village person murdering wolf.

Won't do any good.

[ThatGreenGentleman]

This game isn't as fun as the first two rounds. 

[Jasper]

Maybe because people are really taking it personally when they get accused this time. 

Oh, and we're losing like bitches.

[Remington]

Hear ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!


Lysergic was dragged from his home at noon. The angered mob had made their choice, and no amount of words or logic could sway them now. He was brought to the barn of Enrico, where a noose had been hung from the rafters. Lysergic balked at the sight, and tried to flee, but the crowd held in firmly in place.

"Enrico knows you are a wolf," the Generalissimo sneered. "He has seen it. He hope you die like pig-dog."

Lysergic was hoisted up the the noose, struggling all the way, and it was fitted over his neck.

He dropped.
The rope snapped tight.
And Lysergic began to choke.

As he choked, his body began to change. Skin grew black and calloused, long fur grew from every inch, and his face elongated into a snout. Wolf Shigau snarled as he suffocated, slashing at the villagers not two feet beneath him. His struggling grew weaker and weaker, until finally one of his razor claws severed the rope he hung from.

The werewolf hit the floor gasping, trying desperately to breathe through his crushed windpipe. He lashed out at a nearby horse in pain, and the frightened beast reared up in fear. The carthorse's heavy hoof came down on Shigau's twisted head, ending his life for good.




Lynch Successful


Lysergic has been lynched; he was Wolf Shigau. 15 players remain.

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

[Dimocritus]

Finally. Some progress.

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[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

  THAT TRICKY BASTARD

[Dimocritus]

THAT TRICKY BASTARD

[Triple Zero]

THAT TRICKY BASTARD

[Dimocritus]

THAT TRICKY BASTARD

[Doktor Howl]

Told you bastards.