Werewolf Classic IX - GAME ON!

[Dallas-Dakota]

Can't touch this! Nanananana, can't touch this!
*goes of to drink some more*

[Mordokai]

Spare a drink for co-narrator?

*lookes at the stuff he has yet to do*

...make that ten.

[Opeth_Freak]

Spare a drink for co-narrator?

*lookes at the stuff he has yet to do*

...make that ten.

"Sure thing, my friend. Wait a moment though, I need to go grab some mint for Mojito "

[Mordokai]

Trust me, I'm not going anywhere.

Not when there's free booze to be had But make it strong!

[Opeth_Freak]

"You're talking with the biggest drunkard among the Moons. Don't even suspect me of that kind of ugly things, like 'soft-drink', will you? "

*pases the drink*

[Dallas-Dakota]

''Biggest drunkard? Now Opeth, that'sa big title around here. Are you sure you want to try and claim it?''

*resumes drinking his absinthe*

[Mordokai]

Bottoms up!

*drinks it down*

[Opeth_Freak]

''Biggest drunkard? Now Opeth, that'sa big title around here. Are you sure you want to try and claim it?''

*resumes drinking his absinthe*

"I don't need to try. I always had this title, and I don't think you could do anything to beat me "

*drinks more*

((Also - see my role-playing for the first few days for reference ))

[Dallas-Dakota]

''You've always had it? Huh? I don't remember it. Maybe it'l surface with more drinking!''

*takes another swig of his whiskey*

''I'l drink to drinking! and Tha al dose wolf die quickly!''

*takes a swig of his absinthe*

[Opeth_Freak]

"Bah! Even a single look at you makes me think you are an amateur. You just cannot drink absinthe ALONE. That's blasphemy"

*passes opium to DD*

"Try with this. 3/4 of Polish classical literature was written, while their authors were on this stuff..."

[Andre Fairchilde]

((Can they even bypass a child's innocence?))

A very much dead Oddity walks up to the bar, still unable to distinguish drinks, he asks for an iced chocolate.
Too bad for everyone else, Oddity has some energy spending problems.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

The bartender provides Iced Chocolate Frapachino... and offers chocolate covered espresso beans instead of the normal pretzels for munchies.

"This should be entertaining..."

[Mordokai]

The Moon estate is quiet tonight. It would appear the relaxing power of lynching works wonders even on the Moons. The effects of the alcohol aren't to be overlooked as well. And yet, amidst all this, there is somebody who can't sleep.

Young DD is wondering the darkened halls of the estate.

“Fraggin great... just the right night for the power to go out... good thing there are no monsters in the house anymore.“

As luck would have it, the armor behind him chooses to drop one of the pole arms in front of him. It misses his nose by an inch.

“Sonova... that was close!“

Taking a big swig from the canteen, he marches bravely on. As he walks around the corner... there is a ghost floating before him.

“Aaaaaghhh! Blue! I thought we killed you already!“

The ghost starts laughing and it soon turns out that this is actually just another relative, posing as a ghost, to get the laugh on DD's expense.

“Oh, that's really mature! Thanks a lot! You know of the scare you gave me?!“

The relative doesn't pay much heed to the enraged DD and walks away, still laughing. As for DD, he takes another, bigger, swig from the canteen and continues his midnight walk. But he doesn't get far before he is surprised by Frankestein's monster.

“Eeeep! Run!“

But it's too late. The monster reaches for his head... only to have it fall to the ground. Yep, another relative looking for a cheap laughter.

“Would you guys stop that!?!“

Another swig from the canteen. And it doesn't stop there. In the following few minutes, DD meets Nosferatu, Yeti and Loch Ness monster. It doesn't take long for him to be seriously... under the influence...

“Lousy, good for nothing relatives... I'll show them... I'll show all of them...“

Taking another turn around the corner, he comes face to face with a very hairy... face.

“Oh no, I'm not falling for it again! Who is it this time? Joe? Harry? It doesn't matter anyway! Take that stupid mask of, you're not fooling me!“

Blinking at him, Aunt Gladys is more than little surprised. But this is only the beginning, as DD hangs on her face and tries to pull “the mask“ of her. Enraged, she swats him away!

“Well, I never! I figured I'd teach you some manners by now, but it seems more is order!“
“Wait... you're telling me this is not a mask... well, crap.“
“Indeed. Now, hold still...“

The tea strainer saw a lot of action that night.

Summary

DD the Cookimonster was killed by the wolves. He was a Relative(Villager)

Day 17 begins now and ends Tuesday afternoon

[Dallas-Dakota]

Aaaargh!
Not the tea strainer!
No...Please..Aunt Gladys....

Urgh...AAAAAAAAAGH.

People shudder as young DD's screams wake up everybody.
Young DD who had lately been astounding in finding wolves and leading the lynches....

May a many toasts be made to him and may he be remembered....

As to you who did not believe I was a villager: Nyah! Told you so!
As to the wolves, the couple that are left, anyway: We will come. We will get you. And we will bring our own tea strainers.

*starts ghosting the bars, drinking again and says hey to his dead relatives.*

[banjo1985]

((Just to assure you all, I am still here, just letting the good paladin take the strain for a day or two. His updates are better than mine anyhow! ))

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Here you go DD, a pile of cookies with never ending supply of milk.)

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*Deep in the underground tunnels, El Puppito stops for a second* Hey Boss?? Do you smell cookies and an endless supply of milk?

But the llama keeps on trying to find the secret Moon family vault.

( I point at Dragoon cuz its like Dragon and Dragon's like hoards so he's trying to keep the vault all to himself.)

[Dirk Kris]

Dragoon again, unless the Seer directs us otherwise.

[The Bookworm]

Dragoon. Unless... Seer?

[billtodamax]

Dragoon for today then.

[Opeth_Freak]

Dirk Kris because I said so.

[Darkcomet]

Dirk Kris is a wolf.

[Uncle Festy]

Lordy. That's, what, 8 days now?
Dirk Kris

[billtodamax]

Dirk Kris. More Seer wagons!

[Murska]

As I kept saying... Dirk Kris.

[The Bookworm]

Dirk Kris! Huzzah!

[Opeth_Freak]

See? See?! Told you...

[Selrahc]

Dirk Kris. That'll make 9 wolves including the devil. Last one? We'll see...

[banjo1985]

Day over, update pending.

[banjo1985]

Aunt Gladys was not a happy lady, not least because as a werewolf her underarm hair was getting truly frightening. It was the Moon’s that were making her angry, and all their bandwagons. Tarquin had been her last ally, and now she had to go it alone. Luckily she had just the plan to even the odds. She slipped out of the drawing room whilst the others were having an argument over gin rummy, and crept down into the basement where young Opeth had been brewing his horrible moonshine. Just as she suspected, there was still a big vat of Uncle Fin fermenting in the middle of the room. She lifted the top of the vat carefully, and dropped a small bag of fizzy liquid inside. Laughing maniacally, she rushed up the stairs and out of the old house, knowing she only had a minute or so before the bag dissolved.

The Moon’s were taken completely unawares when the basement beneath them exploded, sending most of them flying through the air, only to be stopped by various bit of furniture or, in some cases, the wall. Drunk smelling orange flames belched up from the ragged hole in the floor, immediately setting the wooden flooring alight.

“Fire! Everybody out!”

The Moon’s dashed for the door, clambering over each other in their eagerness to escape. It was a miracle they all managed to get out, but get out they did. Within a minute the surviving Moon’s were gathered on the croquet lawn, watching the fire begin to lick at the windows and walls as they waited for the flames to take the house, and most of their inheritance with it.

“If the whole house burns to the ground, that’s most of our inheritance up in flames.”
“Don’t you mean all of your inheritance?”

The Moon’s whirled round to find Mr Grey the solicitor standing behind them, an amused little smirk on his face.

“What do you mean you charlatan? Surely Old Man Moon had a healthy bank balance, as well as this place?”
“Oh he did, he did…right up until the day before he died. He asked me to withdraw all his savings and bonds from the bank, and cram them all up in the attic. He saw the credit crunch wasn’t getting any better you see.”
“…You mean all his assets are in there?! In that inferno?!”
“Bravo Bernard, you catch on rather quick! Let it not be said that generations of inbreeding hinder mental faculties.”
“My gods! We can’t let it all go up in flames! Quick get a bucket and start spitting in it! When it’s full throw it at where the flames are worst!”
“Good idea Arthur, but allow me to offer a better solution.”

From behind the gallows Huxley strode forward, looking none the worse for wear after his death at the hands of the werewolves several days ago. There was a massive metal boiler-like device strapped to his back, a large hose led from it to a metal tube clutched in both his hands. He gave the assembled Moon’s a cheeky wink and charged in through the burning doorway, spraying huge jets of water from his contraption, so strong they almost knocked him off his feet.

“Was that…Huxley?”
“It can’t have been. That was someone who actually knew what they were doing.”
“True. Their shirt was buttoned up right as well.”
“What is that cretin doing! Every damn plan I come up with, some imbecile has to come and screw up! That is it, no more playing games!”

The Moon’s turned once more, starting to get dizzy from changing direction, and found Aunt Gladys fully transformed and slavering behind them. Even Mr Grey looked slightly flustered.

“I say, let’s not be hasty Gladys, I’m sure-”
“Shut up! I’m going to eviscerate you first you poisonous vulture!”

The werewolf pounced and in one snap of the neck it tore the solicitors throat out, sending a spray of warm blood fountaining up towards the night sky. There was a ragged cheer from the Moon’s at the death of a solicitor, stopped short as the werewolf turned its evil red eyes on them.

“You next Bernard…I’m going to make you squeal like the pig you are!”

The werewolf pounced again, straight at Bernard, only for a massive jet of water to knock it out of the air. Huxley came forward from the doors of the smoking mansion, having successfully beaten the flames inside, and kept his homemade water gun trained on the soggy werewolf who was glaring up at him sullenly. The Moon’s cheered once more, with rather more enthusiasm this time, advanced on the beaten Aunt Gladys.

“Good show Huxley! We thought you were dead!”
“Well yes, best just to paper over that particular plot hole don’t you think?”
“Quite.”

Huxley pulled some silver wax strips from behind his back and smiled sweetly at the werewolf at his feet

“So…what’ll it be for you Aunt Gladys? A back, sack and crack?”
“Noooooooooooooooooooo!”

Summary

Dirk Kris was lynched. He was the last of the Werewolves!

The Villagers have won!

Congratulations to everyone who survived Moon Manor long enough to get their share of the inheritance. You are now free to argue over the plasma screen TV!

Roles list to follow.

[Selrahc]

You are now free to argue over the plasma screen TV!

Dibs! Nobody can argue with that.