Anyone else noticing Aggron accusing whoever he's told to? First Sentynel, then Footstool, now me? How fickle.

This accusation circle is glorious

FuzzyLobster wrote:Anyone else noticing Aggron accusing whoever he's told to? First Sentynel, then Footstool, now me? How fickle.

Okay, let's get Fickle.
Edit: Wait, who is Fickle? I don't remember anyone got that username.

:O Clearly fickle is the wolf!

Vexed researchers poured over Luciene's audio diary.
"It sounds like a cat" said Footstool, "Which isn't possible. Cats aren't native to Antarctica, nor do we have one with us."
Aggron proposed: "A holographic projection?"
"Leaving that out, let's all agree that a human is somehow involved. Maybe even more than one"

Of the researchers, Fuzzy piped up the loudest. "Sentynel, nobody likes you, or your Nathan
Fillion face. Let's kill him!"

Sentynel leaped from the room and ran down the corridor with the others in hot pursuit
Eventually, he ducked off into the core sample room, with it's lockable door.
Rest was in order. And he needed to pause to let Nathan Fillion's fat deposits stop jiggling.
Under the protection of the sealed door, Sentynel took out his shaman wand.
Moments later, the clamoring outside the door ceased. They were having doubts about Sentynel's guilt.

It didn't last long. The necromancer took out the necromancer wand and waved it about.
Nero's ghost came screaming from the floor, gave everyone a finger shaking for his undeserved death, and said:

"Oh Heeeeell no. I can't believe I died before the guy with the Nathan Fillion face. Kill him already!"
Very quickly, Sentynel ran towards the other end of the core sample room.
Except that he only managed four feet before he smacked his face into a pipe, fell to the floor and cracked his skull open.
Nero's ghost and the surviving researchers burst into the room to find Senty's brain spilling on the floor like spaghetti

More importantly, he was growing a lot of hair on his face, and his hands were turning to claws.
"I should have known. He's a werewolf" said Fuzzy.
Though nobody could argue, the bloody face and excess facial hair was at least a better look than Nathan Fillion.
Shouting with glee, the researchers danced around the body, knowing they had finally killed a wolf.

Oh, next game I am soooo gonna be the first to die for this. Apologies to Sentynel.
Anyway, just something to note, you lynched Senty not only as a wolf but as the shaman (he took the power from Mwamba) This means the shaman power no longer exists. The necromancer power will go to another normal human. The vial of serum is still out there.


Voting:
Sentynel: 4
Fuzzy: 3
(Outstanding: 1)

Shaman power used: Yes
Necromancer power used: Yes

Two cats and the remaining wolf: PM me your victims for the next round ASAP

Great, we lost a shaman, but on the other hand, thanks for fuzzy, we got a wolf (and sorry for not trusting you), so who shall we vote next?

I guess we should first wait and see who the werecats/werewolf kills before deciding. :P

Didier wrote:Rest was in order. And he needed to pause to let Nathan Fillion's fat deposits stop jiggling.

HOLY JESUS

Couldn't stop laughing after this point. Missed the part where my ghost rises up.

Wahey, we got a wolf! And I agree with n&b, we should probably wait until the next killing occurs before we decide who to vote for next...

Nero wrote:Missed the part where my ghost rises up.

Well, actually that part was awesome, I wish I'm the one who wakened up from the grave

The scientists/cats shall only be spared the wrath of my vengeful ghost because it's too busy working out if it can haunt the narrator.

Sentynel wrote:The scientists/cats shall only be spared the wrath of my vengeful ghost because it's too busy working out if it can haunt the narrator.

The power of PMs. ;)

Hey, Sent would you be a "good soul of a dead guy who possesed by an old guardian spirit" and tell us who is your fellow wolf? Just asking

My favourite part was "Though nobody could argue, the bloody face and excess facial hair was at least a better look than Nathan Fillion."

Also: Necromancer, please resurrect me so we can get this commoner voting block going.

First thing: I told you so.


Second thing:

Aggron wrote: we got a wolf (and sorry for not trusting you),

Damn straight.


Third thing: The Fillion jokes were great, even if I disagree with the place of dislike of a fine Canadian actor that they come from.


Fourth thing: What an embarrassing way to die, Sent. :P


Fifth thing: I think I've completely forgotten what the shaman power was.

Didier wrote:Shaman: Can 'possess' another person's body and vote in their place. They will not get their own vote however

That's shaman's power

Day 3

This night was the first night where the sky was empty of clouds. Antarctica, with it's near total lack of light pollution, is a perfect place to photograph the stars.

Gladstone left the base at about 10:00 PM. Of course, the base was lit up like a birthday cake with overhead lamps, so he had to travel over the hills.

Every hundred paces, Gladstone stopped, lit a flare, and stuck it in the snow. The weather was calm now, but in Antarctica, winds could pick up suddenly and start blowing the snow into a blizzard. The flares made an effective trail all the way back to the research base.

Gladstone stopped in a wide, shallow gully. Above, swaths of stars twinkled. He eagerly set up his tripod camera and began fussing with the telescope.

That's when it happened. The aurora australis, the southern lights, illuminated the northern horizon with a beautiful green glow. Gladstone rushed to his camera and took as many shots as he could.

The aurora swept over the entire sky, reflecting off the snow in the gully. Green, then red. The red lights were even more spectacular, if not slightly menacing. Red lights meant war and bloodshed in other cultures. But nothing but awe was crossing Gladstone's mind. Until he noticed that his flares were burnt out.

There was only one flare left, the last one he'd placed. But before, he had been able to see a trail of flares lighting the way. The flares were meant to last for hours, and there was no snow to block the visibility. Gladstone scratched his head. Had somebody deliberately been following in his tracks and extinguished them?

The last flare winked out. For a second, Gladstone thought he saw a small white figure against the snow where the flare had once burned, but the Southern Lights began to fade, and move off, leaving the entire world in inky darkness.

Was this another werewolf, come to claim him as a victim? Gladstone listened, hearing paws in the snow coming closer. Gladstone felt like panicking but instead, he remained calm. The spirits that lived within him, ever since he had come across that object in the ice, took full possession of his body, morphing him into a furry lynx, that bounded away across the snow.

The lynx was fastest, but the wolf had more endurance, and could cut Gladstone off every time he tried to veer back around to the safety of the base. Gladstone began to tire. The wolf was catching up. In a last act of defiance, Gladstone spun around, raised his claw and swiped at the oncoming creature. But in the end, it wasn't enough to stop the wolf.



Let the accusations fly, it's vote 3!!!

Also, I wasn't going to do this, but Aggron has asked like six times about the vial of serum and it's getting sad...
So: the vial of serum is out there in one of the posts. It's in an object, not a room, and I explicitly say where it is. Like literally, I say the Vial of serum is in ________. You just have to look for it. It's stares me in the face every time. Happy hunting!

Yeah, so now the murderers had started killing each other, that shall give us the advantage of killing them all. So now, WHO SHALL WE VOTE FUZZY?

Luciene wrote:Also: Necromancer, please resurrect me so we can get this commoner voting block going.

Edit: nvm, necro ressurections are just for a 1 round =(

Also, how do we know Fuzzy's not a Werecat?

Idk, but I just trust her, at least for the meantime we are hunting the same wolf