WEREWOLF II

[Triple Zero]

now someone gets eaten. im going to marinate and season myself in case its me 

HAWT

(ok will back out of the thread now again--just, I am reading this and finding it highly entertaining, but I do wish everybody would keep a tally of all the votes whenever you cast one, LIKE REMINGTON REQUESTED, it makes things a lot easier)

[bds]

Oh my lord, you mean we STILL didn't lynch anyone? We're all gunna get eaten and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

I vote to lynch FP for the murder of Lysergic.

[hooplala]

Who got killed?

[ThatGreenGentleman]

hm, I guess I'll cast my vote for NP since he found out my secret of how Dok died.

[LMNO]

Wow. This thread got really long, really fast.

But I can't help but feel bad. Because I lied to you. I really am a werewolf.

And I hate what I've become. So I vote to lynch Siggy(Felix).

[Remington]

  You people

1. It's nighttime

2. You guys STILL aren't keeping track of your votes

hm, I guess I'll cast my vote for NP since he found out my secret of how Dok died.

3. You vote has to be stated as "I vote to lynch [name]  -  [Vote Tally]". Even if it were day, this vote wouldn't count.

[hooplala]

Ehh, I think I'm out...  I'm not keen on wading through 30 pages to keep a tally every time I cast a vote. 

[Freeky]

Nobody got lynched. we couldn't decide.

[Remington]

Ehh, I think I'm out...  I'm not keen on wading through 30 pages to keep a tally every time I cast a vote. 

It's actually really simple. You don't have to wade back through tons of pages, just make sure you add/switch your own vote to the existing tally.

[Captain Utopia]

What about quoting+modifying the last vote tally and include names so that there's no confusion.  Since SMF warns you about new posts, and all you do to vote is to add your name to the last updated list, there's no excuse for getting it out of order.

E.g. Bob posts:
  Sue - John, Rick, Bob
  Jer - Steve

Then Sue posts:
  Sue - John, Rick, Bob
  Jer - Steve, Sue

And Rick changes his vote, because he's a cunning wolf:
  Sue - John, Bob
  Jer - Steve, Sue, Rick

Basically - everyone could see at a glance what the votes are... and if anyone tries to play games, it'd be immediately obvious.  We could make it more fancy - bolding for new votes, strikethrough for a changed vote, etc... but it's a simple and functional way to avoid the confusion we faced yesterday.

[hooplala]

Ehh, I think I'm out...  I'm not keen on wading through 30 pages to keep a tally every time I cast a vote. 

It's actually really simple. You don't have to wade back through tons of pages, just make sure you add/switch your own vote to the existing tally.

Ok, good point... sorry, work is being a bitch at the moment.

[Remington]

Also,

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks


As dawn broke over the village, the inhabitants of Discordia woke and breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they had escaped the werewolves' attention. When they went out to check on their neighbours, they saw the the grim reality: one more of the village's houses had gone dark.

A search team was organized, and they made their way slowly through the abandoned house. An air of dread seemed to permeate the house, as if the foul beasts were still in the house. The team completed their search, and...


Nothing. The house appeared abandoned because it was abandoned.

None of the villagers could understand it. the previous two corpses were left out in the open, to scare and intimidate the villagers. What was the point of killing without making a show of it? The consensus seemed to be that the house's inhabitant had left home and fled the villager, when Hoopla suddenly held up a hand. "That's odd," he said. "I smell... incense?"

Hoopla followed the smell up to the bedroom. It seemed to be coming from the dresser. He held his ear against the wall, then tapped it with his knuckles. It echoed hollowly.

"Right here, boy" he said excitedly. "The smell's coming from in here."

He began to move the dresser aside, pushing it to the corner with the help of LMNO. Inch by inch they revealed the secret of the house: a doorway lay behind the dresser, cut into the wall and leading into a hidden alcove. The incense was intense now, and it mingled with the smell of rotting flesh to create a sickening odour. The team cautiously stepped through the doorway...

They gasped. Hidden in the small alcove was a complete shrine, although to what Goddess or religion, they could not tell. All of the statues and incense sticks were arranged around the central object in the room: a golden bowl full of crystal-clear water. The water was oddly reflective, and it seemed to shimmer and reafract the light from the lantern in wildly dancing patterns. Annabel the Destroyer lay sprawled on the floor in a pool of dried blood; his eyes and throat had been ripped out. The eyes that had seen the truth, and the throat that could speak it, were no more.





Wolf Angau has killed Annabel the Destroyer. He was the Psychic.

It is now daytime. The villagers have 24 hours to secure a lynch (9 votes required).

[Captain Utopia]

Uh oh.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, FP and Semaj are wolves for sure. I suspect Miss Freeky may be the other.