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Aggron Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 00:01

Lets put our essence and commoner's tools together to fight their claws

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SteampunkOwl Mite

9 Oct 12 - 01:16

I'm new at this, but I'll give it a shot, if thats alright?

Didier Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 02:37

^o) Alright fine you can join, and I shall choose a third wolf. Got that people??? THREE WOLVES
And then its starting. No more last minute people, srry

Aggron Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 02:45

I hope I'm one of the wolves

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FuzzyLobster Marid

9 Oct 12 - 02:57

Didier wrote: ^o) Alright fine you can join, and I shall choose a third wolf. Got that people??? THREE WOLVES
And then its starting. No more last minute people, srry

Well, I'm simply operating on the principle that more people = more crazy = more fun.

It is more work for you though, sorry.

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Didier Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 02:59

Alright people I'm sorry but I cannot come up with any suitable couplets, so should I screw Captain Internets over there and get all Irish on this, or go for an Edgar Allen Po-esque prose style?

Aggron Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 06:15

Up to you.

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Didier Utukku

9 Oct 12 - 15:47

Well fine. Since I don't feel like being a jerk today, prose it is

The sun had set long ago, and the moon was the only light in the sky when the drum started pounding in the small village.
Awakened by the sound, all the villagers crept from their huts and gathered inside the largest hut, the leader's.
The leader sat as if in a trance, eyes fixed unseeingly into the crowd that had gathered.
"What is it?" asked Luciene.
Gladstone, the tribal leader, awoke from the trance and laid the drum on the ground. He counted the number of people present. Eleven. This was a harsh time. Always small, the village had begun to dwindle in numbers, victims lost in the forest, never to be seen again.
And now Gladstone knew why
"Villagers!" he cried, in a voice that, to his annoyance, had become ever more warbly with his advancing years. "I have gathered you all here because I have an important announcement. The deaths of our fellows were not accidents!"
There was a hushed murmur throughout the small crowd, but truly, no one's eyes showed any great shock. It had been a truth that the villagers had been reluctant to see, but they were still concious of it.
Mwamba spoke: "If they are not accidents, then who is behind this?"
Gladstone eyed the villagers carefully before answering, "the culprits, are among us"
Now this caused a real stir. Some eyed each other warily. Others adopted a huffy expression, inhaling to begin a prompt tirade about how ridiculous this notion was.
Gladstone continued before any of them got a chance. "Among you, three of you are not human. Among you, there are three wolves in human disguise."
"Werewolves?" asked Aggron.
"Yes. The legend is true. We must all be on our guard."
The villagers regarded each other, now with mistrust. Which of them were the wolves?
Gladstone had watched the expressions of the villagers intently as he told them the news. Three in particular had acted rather suspiciously. He smiled to himself, knowing that he was closing in.
But Gladstone wasn't fast enough.
That night a howling was heard, frightnening the villagers in their huts.
And the next morning, there was no sign of Gladstone, except a blood trail leading into the forest...

Alright villagers (and spirit) PM me your votes for wolves, it's lynching time!
And thanks CI, put vote 1 as the subject of the message, or I'll be a corrupt host and lynch you

Captain Internets Golem

9 Oct 12 - 16:43

Why does that loser get to be tribal leader? :P

Also, we should all vote Sentynel cuz it'll be funny if both admins die first

Also, Didier, as someone who has GM'd these things before, it's easier if you tell people what to put in the subject line of their message each round, so you can tell rounds apart in your inbox.