WEREWOLF II

[Remington]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!


The mob reached a decision as quickly as they had before. Last time it was FP: now it was Dr. Semaj.

"BURN THE WITCH" cried Pariarrhea. He looked confused, and his eyes were glazed with an alcoholic stupor. "BUUUURRRNN!"

Fred facepalmed. "We're killing a wolf, idiot. No witches."

"Oh." Pariarrhea paused to consider this new development. "BURN THE WOLF! BUUUURRRRNNN HIIIIIIIM!"



After several minutes of discussion, the villagers agreed. Pariarrhea might be drunk, but had a pretty good idea. None of them had seen a burning werewolf before. Semaj was seized from his house and brought to the make-shift pyre. A single wooden pole rose from the center of the pile, casting an ominous shadow on Semaj as he was dragged into the village square.

"Time to burn, wolf boy," sneered Mistress Freeky as Semaj was tied to the pole. I'll bet you regret eating Mr. Fluffers now, don't you?"

Semaj struggled to speak, but the gag silenced him. Fred stepped forth, with a burning torch and a look of vengeance in her eyes. "Hope you like it hot, you lupine scum..."

The blaze lit immediately, and Semaj began to scream. The crowd watched with a morbid fascination as the doctor thrashed back and forth, unable to break his bonds and escape the deadly flames. They watched with anxious hearts, hoping that they had not guessed wrong.



Finally, it came. The air began to smell of burning hair, and Semaj's screams grew higher and higher in pitch. The sound of cracking bones mixed with the sound of burning skin, and Semaj's figure seemed to shift and grow as he thrashed. Razor sharp claws sprouted from his fingers, severing his bonds. Wolf Doohan fell to the ground in front of the pyre, barely recognizable even as a werewolf. His skin was burned and scarred, his face was a ruined mess, and his back and shoulder were still ablaze. He let out a pained howl and lunged towards the village gates, hoping to make and escape.

Doohan bounded past the shocked crowd, and had almost reached the village gates, when LMNO stepped up to block his path. Doohan struck out with his clawed hand to kill the farmer, but LMNO was faster. The shovel swung around in a shining arc, landing a solid hit directly on Doohan's throat. The werewolf fell to the ground: burning, in pain, and unable to breathe.

LMNO looked down as his once-neighbour dispassionately. "You shat on my flowers last night," he said quietly. LMNO drove the shovel blade through Doohan's throat with great force, showering his feet in a spray of blackish blood. "I like my flowers."




Lynch Successful


Dr. James Semaj has been lynched; Saint Truman the Televised failed to protect him. Semaj was Wolf Doohan.

It is now night. Wolf Angau, please send me your kill.

[The Wizard]

(gurgle)

[ThatGreenGentleman]

woot! we are SO kicking ass at this game!

[The Wizard]

Which one of you bastards put my corpse in a bunny suit? 

[Storebrand]

Thanks to AtD

[Remington]

Which one of you bastards put my corpse in a bunny suit? 

*Raises hand quietly*

[The Wizard]

(tries to eat Remington's brains)

[Pariah]

Pariarrhea might be drunk, but had a pretty good idea.

I've heard that way too many times

[President Television]

You killed me, Semaj! You bastard!

[The Wizard]

You were a superhero, I'm a super-villain. I couldn't help myself. And while I don't have any hard feelings about you getting me lynched, the irony of killing was also impossible to resist.

[President Television]

You were a superhero, I'm a super-villain. I couldn't help myself. And while I don't have any hard feelings about you getting me lynched, the irony of killing was also impossible to resist.

Yeah, well I could still be a hero. Just for one day.

[The Wizard]

Or not. (bites off Cap USA's kneecaps) There's still the question as to whether you're a black lantern or a Marvel zombie.

[President Television]

Or not. (bites off Cap USA's kneecaps) There's still the question as to whether you're a black lantern or a Marvel zombie.

At least I can swim like a dolphin can swim.

[The Wizard]

Or not. (gnaws off limbs) You taste pretty good for a zombie. Mmm.

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

WOOOOOO HES DEAD