turgy22
Nothing Special
Alright. Time to get this party started. We have a small group this time, so I'm not going to do anything crazy. Standard rules. 2 Werewolves. 1 Seer. Every night, the werewolves choose a kill and the seer picks someone to see. All roles were assigned randomly and I PMed everyone with their role, so if you didn't get one, let me know. These are the people I have listed as participating:
Ransac
Spiderman
EricBess
Mooseman
DarthFerret
Train
Melkor
Sageridder
Oversoul
Every Thursday, I will tally the votes first thing in the morning (~8am EST). By Friday morning, I'll need to know who the werewolves want to kill and if the person hanged has any last words.
One stipulation: Everyone must vote every week. No abstentions. If you don't vote, I'll assume you're not playing. In case of a tie, there will be a revote, using the top receivers.
I think that covers the basics, so let's get on with the game:
A storm surrounds your village as you lie in bed. You are awakened by a clap of thunder overhead and have trouble falling back asleep as the rain pours down on the roof of your thatched hut. You hear a howl in the distance. Some time goes by and another howl pierces the storm, but this time, it's much closer. You hear the blast of a gun and then a blood-curdling scream. You quickly jump under your bed and hide there for the rest of the night, lying in a pool of your own cowardice. The howls continue, moving farther away, and you gradually nod off to sleep.
...
A beam of light through the window interrupts your slumber. You get up, change your pants, and step outside to inspect the state of your village. Just as you feared, Turgy, the most noble warrior in the land, lies slain in the middle of the town square. Teeth and claw marks adorn is tattered body. It has been a great many years since he came to the village and killed the local werewolf population, but it appears that some of these werewolves survived and lay dormant, awaiting the time when they could strike and reclaim the town and its vast wealth of pistachio trees.
Although all hope seems lost, you remember that Turgy had a gift for seeing through the guise of a werewolf. The many years of peace and pistachio-powered prosperity must have caught him off guard, since he had no need to use such a gift. But perhaps he taught that trade to one of the other villagers before his passing. It may be your only hope of surviving before these creatures complete their vengeance.
Ransac
Spiderman
EricBess
Mooseman
DarthFerret
Train
Melkor
Sageridder
Oversoul
Every Thursday, I will tally the votes first thing in the morning (~8am EST). By Friday morning, I'll need to know who the werewolves want to kill and if the person hanged has any last words.
One stipulation: Everyone must vote every week. No abstentions. If you don't vote, I'll assume you're not playing. In case of a tie, there will be a revote, using the top receivers.
I think that covers the basics, so let's get on with the game:
A storm surrounds your village as you lie in bed. You are awakened by a clap of thunder overhead and have trouble falling back asleep as the rain pours down on the roof of your thatched hut. You hear a howl in the distance. Some time goes by and another howl pierces the storm, but this time, it's much closer. You hear the blast of a gun and then a blood-curdling scream. You quickly jump under your bed and hide there for the rest of the night, lying in a pool of your own cowardice. The howls continue, moving farther away, and you gradually nod off to sleep.
...
A beam of light through the window interrupts your slumber. You get up, change your pants, and step outside to inspect the state of your village. Just as you feared, Turgy, the most noble warrior in the land, lies slain in the middle of the town square. Teeth and claw marks adorn is tattered body. It has been a great many years since he came to the village and killed the local werewolf population, but it appears that some of these werewolves survived and lay dormant, awaiting the time when they could strike and reclaim the town and its vast wealth of pistachio trees.
Although all hope seems lost, you remember that Turgy had a gift for seeing through the guise of a werewolf. The many years of peace and pistachio-powered prosperity must have caught him off guard, since he had no need to use such a gift. But perhaps he taught that trade to one of the other villagers before his passing. It may be your only hope of surviving before these creatures complete their vengeance.
