*sniff!*
*Orgg walks up and puts the noose around his neck and stands at the edge of the Gallows drop.
I want to say that I never hurt anybody.  Not more than would heal, anyway.
I knew this time would come.  *WHuuuhh hoo hoooo!*
I *sniff* just didn't know when.
I have to apologise.  I know I've been trouble to the village.  I can't control my moods, I can't control my actions.  *sniff* *sniff*  and I can't control anyone else...
Oversoul, I must apologise.  It wasn't always you that killed cattle and chickens around town.  A few times, it's been me.  I just couldn't control myself enough.  Turgy, I'm sorry about your Daddy.  His nature just screamed out "Wolf."  I'm sorry you had to join him so quickly as well...  *bawl*  Zigathon, I'm sorry I pissed in  your barrel of beer when I was sleeping around your house.  I ment to drink a little of it, and it turned out I drank more than I should've.  I kinda put it back, though, didn't I?  It couldn't do anything to the taste...  right?  I'm sure you already knew that, though, being the See-*hic*-er.  Mooseman, I'm sorry about taking the axe to that wooden statue of yourself you carved out of that dead tree trunk in the town square.  I could've sworn it was staring at me when I woke up that mornin'.  *Whaah haah haaah*  *gulps air*  Limited, your vegetable garden is as rich as it is because of me.  Jus' *giggles, then cries again* don't dig too deeply, alright?  *sniff*  What you dig up might not be mud.
*Orgg puts his hairy hands over his streaming eyes.
I'll be out of my misrable life soon.  Very Soon.  I lived this life for many years before this plight befell our village without too much pain, and for all the trouble, I never hurt anyone-- anyone at all.  I might've caused 'em a bruse or cut, but nothing permanant. *Orgg begins getting hairy as the sky darkens.  I wish I could help the other, but he's as bloodthirsty as I am not.  *Orgg's shoulders begin to enlargen*  I knew this would be my fate as soon as I saw him around EricBess's place that night.  *Orgg's nose begins to legnthen*  I just wish you could tell who is who after the fur grew.
Goodbye. 
*theorgg jumps with a sob-like growl.  As he falls, his teeth elongate.  After a deafening crack, it becomes apparent that one tortured soul was indeed controlled by his moods due to an unfortunate disease.  
A Werewolf hangs in the middle of the town square, dead, with tears streaming down his muzzle.
A minute later, with a clap of thunder, it begins raining.  The villagers retreat into their shelters for the night.