Werewolf III

[Freeky]

And now there's nothing to do but wait.

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

i had a dream about werewolves singing karaoke last night. i blame this thread

[Dimocritus]

i had a dream about werewolves singing karaoke last night. i blame this thread

No talking for the dead.

It's daytime. Us living folk have important things to do.

[Freeky]

Lol, Fred.

[Dimocritus]

Lol, Fred.

Don't encourage her.

[Doktor Howl]

i had a dream about werewolves singing karaoke last night. i blame this thread

No talking for the dead.

It's daytime. Us living folk have important things to do.

I have a real mattock at work.  We could use it to hammer the dead back into their graves.

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

braaaaiiiiiiiiiins

-Zombie Fred

[Dimocritus]

i had a dream about werewolves singing karaoke last night. i blame this thread

No talking for the dead.

It's daytime. Us living folk have important things to do.

I have a real mattock at work.  We could use it to hammer the dead back into their graves.

I vote for hammering the dead.

Mattock-1

[Freeky]

I mostly only have a problem with it if they do it all the time.

[Doktor Howl]

I mostly only have a problem with it if they do it all the time.

I don't have a problem with it at all, to be honest.  It would suck to be the first person knocked out, and then have to sit idly by when I could be causing dissention.

[Jasper]

*stinks of rotting wolf, along with a hint of "I'd vote for Requia too"*

[Freeky]

I mostly only have a problem with it if they do it all the time.

I don't have a problem with it at all, to be honest.  It would suck to be the first person knocked out, and then have to sit idly by when I could be causing dissention.

Yes, that would suck.

[Freeky]

Bleepdy bloopdy blah. Hey Remmy, whenever  you're ready.

[Jasper]

*zombie groan of pleasure*

[Remington]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the Oracle Speaks!


The crowd closed in all around him. He was trapped.

Requia's head gaze darted from villager to villager, looking for escape. He saw none. All he saw were the murderous looks of his fellow villagers, and the horrible tines of their pitchforks. Doktor Howl stepped forward. "We have your prescription ready for you, Mr. Requia."

Requia said nothing. The Doktor held his hand out behind him, and another villager passed him a large black mattock. Howl's face contorted into what might be called a smile. "Open wide and say ah... Doktor's orders". Howl hefted the mattock and drove it into Requia's chest. The crowd moved in, frenzied by the sight of blood. The pitchforks rose and fell in a steady rhythm...



Wolf Xennas began to change shape, but he was too slow. There were too many of them, and he could not shapeshift fast enough.  His vision of the villagers above dimmed and flickered as they stabbed and battered him. If he died now, no-one would know the identity of the traitor. He had to try...

Doktor Howl thrust the bloodied mattock into the ground beside Xennas' mutilated corpse. "Sometimes," he said as he dusted off his hands, "antibiotics just don't cut it."






Requia is dead, he was Wolf Xennas. Only Five players remain.

We are skipping tonight's regularly scheduled wolf kill. A kill tonight would leave us with 2 siblings and 2 villagers, ensuring a deadlock and a sibling victory. Instead, we will proceed directly to a final vote. 3 votes are necessary to secure a lynch: all three remaining villagers must be in agreement. Anything less means the destruction of the town.

LET THE DRAMA BEGIN.