THE FIRST MURDER wrote: Nero woke up in the middle of the night to the soft padding of feet in his living room.

“Hello?” Could he not have privacy in his own home? That refugee leader had taken it a step too far. He already stalked Nero through the streets.

Grumbling to himself and clutching his favourite golf club over his head, he inched out of his bedroom door, down the hall and into the livingroom.

Empty! Nero reached over to turn on the light.

“Maybe I was imagin-AAARRRRGH”

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Gladstone’s daily jog around Nero’s street ended abruptly at the entrance to his home. The door hung off its hinges, giant paw prints ravaged the flowerbeds and blood and small appendages littered the garden.

Gladstone lunged for piece of nose and tried to use his Healer skills, but it was already too late. He tried all the skills in his arsenal that had helped him survive for so long. Roleblocker, Vigilante, Resistance – nothing worked.

Crowds slowly gathered around the house to watch the disheveled man, streaked with blood, shake various body parts towards the sky.

“I’m calling police,” said Didier.

“It’s alright,” Gladstone said “I was his Lover. Can anyone help me find the brain? I think if I use Healing-”

He was cut off a gunshot. “Back away from body,” “Hands behind your head!”

“I won’t leave without my Love!” A second gunshot rang out and Gladstone crumpled to the ground.

NEW RULE wrote: Lovers can reincarnate a dead player. The gestation period is two rounds. The baby has a 40% chance of being a commoner, a 30% chance of being a wolf and 30% change of being a golem.

Luciene wrote:Btw, I need everyone's vote in by Friday 11:59pm EST or I will let the Golem decide who dies.

Luciene wrote:“I can test his blood for wolf dna,” N&B volunteered. “Hold him still while I take some samples.”

wrote:
The wolves decimated the population in the weeks after Didier’s death. Villagers stockpiled canned food and bottled water, boarded up their windows and prayed they would be spared.

After Mrs. Ianna, the local kindergarten teacher, jumped off the school roof, the Lovers decided to move. This was no place to raise a child.

The setting sun painted the streets orange and red as the Lovers crept towards the pier and their getaway boat.

“I want to sing you a song,” whispered one Lover to the other, “Just incase we die tonight.”

“We must be quiet. They probably already hear us.”

“I just can't control myself,
I can't be with no one else,
it seems I'm addicted to the way you like to touch me
I don't think they understand,
why I love at your command,
from the words you speak,
so deep our bodies meet I had to have you,

I love you, you're perfect,
a manifestation of my dreams,
you make my body feel,
about a million different things”


The pier was twenty minutes away. As the curfew bells rang out the five-minute to sunset warning, the other Lover responded back in song:

“I think God made you for me,
a mix of passion and fidelity,
baby you're so complete,
I write this song to let you know,
that you will always be to me
my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I love you, you're perfect,
a manifestation of my dreams,
you make my body feel,
about a million different things
there's no way I'd leave you, it's just not a reality,
sometimes I feel like I'm living in a fantasy. “

The curfew bells ceased leaving a tense silence in its wake. Every shadow looked like a wolf’s head in the fading light. The trees in the wind sounded like skittering paws on the pavement behind them. It felt like they were being watched.

The Lovers ducked into an alley. An old abandoned building blocked the end of the street. They raced up the fire escape to the top floor. The manlier Lover smashed a window and they both clambered through and waited.

“We’ll be safe here, babe…the monsters can’t climb stairs”

A few hours later two creatures with the giant heads and bodies of wolves and the spindly arms and legs of human Night Police crawled up the stairs. They opened their prey’s door and pounced on –

Luciene wrote:

wrote:
The wolves decimated the population in the weeks after Didier’s death. Villagers stockpiled canned food and bottled water, boarded up their windows and prayed they would be spared.

After Mrs. Ianna, the local kindergarten teacher, jumped off the school roof, the Lovers decided to move. This was no place to raise a child.

The setting sun painted the streets orange and red as the Lovers crept towards the pier and their getaway boat.

“I want to sing you a song,” whispered one Lover to the other, “Just incase we die tonight.”

“We must be quiet. They probably already hear us.”

“I just can't control myself,
I can't be with no one else,
it seems I'm addicted to the way you like to touch me
I don't think they understand,
why I love at your command,
from the words you speak,
so deep our bodies meet I had to have you,

I love you, you're perfect,
a manifestation of my dreams,
you make my body feel,
about a million different things”


The pier was twenty minutes away. As the curfew bells rang out the five-minute to sunset warning, the other Lover responded back in song:

“I think God made you for me,
a mix of passion and fidelity,
baby you're so complete,
I write this song to let you know,
that you will always be to me
my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I love you, you're perfect,
a manifestation of my dreams,
you make my body feel,
about a million different things
there's no way I'd leave you, it's just not a reality,
sometimes I feel like I'm living in a fantasy. “

The curfew bells ceased leaving a tense silence in its wake. Every shadow looked like a wolf’s head in the fading light. The trees in the wind sounded like skittering paws on the pavement behind them. It felt like they were being watched.

The Lovers ducked into an alley. An old abandoned building blocked the end of the street. They raced up the fire escape to the top floor. The manlier Lover smashed a window and they both clambered through and waited.

“We’ll be safe here, babe…the monsters can’t climb stairs”

A few hours later two creatures with the giant heads and bodies of wolves and the spindly arms and legs of human Night Police crawled up the stairs. They opened their prey’s door and pounced on –