Werewolf X - Chilled Blood Becomes Spilled Blood

[Oddity]

im so in! filler

[lord pringle]

Maybe Bobthegenericnpc should be lynched

[billtodamax]

I can honestly say that I JUST betrayed someone who told me their role openly and honestly. *cough Bill cough*

I told everyone my role openly and honestly. I figured you probably wouldn't believe me after Fate anyway.

[rakkoon]

* again with the dramatic music *

Werewolf X - Chilled Blood Becomes Spilled Blood Teaser 2


* dramatic music fades *


"Ow two-tailed Goddess, not another body." says the creature known as Raccoon in his typical screechy voice.
"I should never have taken this job.
Working with alien researchers, being called Raccoon all the time.
This is no place for a self-respecting Dalforian!
Better inform the little alien"

"Zane? Rory here. I found another body. This experiment is going as well as my first experience with a shaving machine.
I say we call it quits and get the rest of the survivors out of this frozen over hell hole."

"Sure thing, Raccoon" answers a muffled voice.

What? Is that Thomas alien listening to our radio conversations?

"And you will explain to the Dalforian government why we were not able to contain our specimens?"
"Perhaps a small explanation about your inability to handle Earth beer and the locking mechanism of our bio-research is in order."

"Thomas is right", says Zane. "We put the bodies in the decontainment room and clean up the blood. ALL of it. We're in this together people"

"Ow by the furry eyelashes of the Goddess, I hope this will all end well...."

THIS IS JUST A TEASER, RECRUITMENT STILL OPEN.

[lostlittlebear]

In! in! in!!

And maybe this time people will stop going - "HEY LETS LYNCH THE NEWBIE!"

[Zar Peter]

In! in! in!!

And maybe this time people will stop going - "HEY LETS LYNCH THE NEWBIE!"

Well, now that you're a regular I would'nt say that

[Supagoof]

In like Fin.

Hey Murska. I already got my role, want to know what it is?

A VILLAGER!

Yippee!

Yet somehow, I think he'll find a way to betray me.

[whitehelm]

I find it highly suspicious that Supagoof is getting a role before recruitment is over, so I think he's lying about it.

[MOD]

I think I'll join this one... count me IN!

[Andre Fairchilde]

Wow, this game is going to last *a while*. How many recruits so far? Like 50? This'll probably end in June.

[billtodamax]

I find it highly suspicious that Supagoof is getting a role before recruitment is over, so I think he's lying about it.

He must be a wolf!

...

...

Wait a second...

[Zar Peter]

Wow, this game is going to last *a while*. How many recruits so far? Like 50? This'll probably end in June.

We have 44, there had been Classics with more players. But not many.

Oh, and if you signed up please check the first post if I included you in the player list. I don't want to miss one of you!

[Mustiado]

Teaser 3

Maybe if he rubbed hard enough, the bastard would go away.

That seemed to be Kayne's only hope, massaging his temples as he stalked down the corridor, one of his 'colleagues' in step behind him, squawking about the recent disappearances.

"Not only Dr. Sands been missing for several days now, but he disappeared while working on YOUR detail, Dr. Kayne. This isn't the first incident to be recorded, either!" Dr. Michaels managed to pace him, and round in front of him, forcing Kayne to come to a complete stop. The throbbing in Kayne's head intensified.

"Surely you're not asking me to take responsibility for the fact that we've set up base on a frozen wasteland. I cannot hold the hand of every member on this team, especially when they are dealing with the harsh climate of our workplace. Besides, other team leaders have had members disappear. Perhaps you'd like to speak to Dr. Kliss and Dr. Peters as well. Their research could use interruption just as much as mine, I promise you."

Michaels beady eyes began to narrow, his paranoid mind tracing through different routes, different possibilities, all of them far more mundane than the truth. Kayne sighed to himself.

"I had actually been meaning to speak to you, Dr. Michaels. With Dr. Sands missing, I need assistance with our samples of fauna under observation in Decontam and Containment. I know this would be a huge promotion for you. Do you feel up to the task?"

Kayne could barely hide his smirk, seeing Michaels' face shift so quickly from suspicion to outright greed.

"You can count on me, sir, to do whatever is necessary!" Michaels gave a mock military salute, and rushed down the hallway, his former suspicions pushed from his mind by this new opportunity. Kayne stared after him, shaking his head ruefully.

"At least no one will miss HIM when he's gone..."

Recruitment closes February 8th.

[RedScholarGypsy]

Ah, heck. IN!

[Zar Peter]

So, Sign up closed!

45 player, thank you for your interest. Here is the final list:

{table=head]Player|Sign up Nr.
Aemoh | 1
PhantomFox | 2
billtodamax | 3
Mordokai | 4
The Bookworm | 5
Wolfbane | 6
Murska | 7
Uncle Festy | 8
EagleWiz | 9
Alarra | 10
calar | 11
Nehh | 12
Helgraf | 13
smuchsmuch | 14
Thufir | 15
The Fiery Tower | 16
Fleeing Coward | 17
cd4 | 18
Jontom Xire | 19
Yspoch|20
Dallas Dakota|21
whitehelm|22
Robert Blackletter|23
TehSheen|24
Geesi|25
Yimmiethesneak|26
Recaiden|27
Andre Fairchilde|28
happyturtle|29
Sir Stixalot|30
The Bushranger|31
CurlyKitGirl|32
Dr. Bath|33
Eldritch Knight|34
evnafets|35
BishFish|36
PirateMonk|37
Atreyu The Masked Llama|38
Darkcomet|39
lord pringle|40
oddity|41
lostlittlebear|42
Supagoof|43
MOD|44
RedScholarGypsy|45
[/table]

If you signed up and don't find yourself here please PM one of the narrators.

Role PM's will be sent out in the next 24 hours, game will begin after the roles are sent out in this thread.

Roleplay: This is Classic in Space, you may roleplay any intelligent life form you can imagine (except bodyless creatures since they are pretty hard to kill).

[Thufir]

Roleplay: This is Classic in Space, you may roleplay any intelligent life form you can imagine (except bodyless creatures since they are pretty hard to kill).

We're in space. My avatar is a Minbari. Clearly this is fate.

[rakkoon]

You have a Minbari stick figure?

You are a God amongst men!

[Thufir]

You have a Minbari stick figure?

You are a God amongst men!

Thanks, but I knew that already. Surely you've seen my avatar before though? I've had it a while.

[Andre Fairchilde]

am I too late? Nooo! You can't have a werewolf game without Li'l Evvie!

I think my enduring lesson has been 'lynch Li'l Evvie' first just to be sure!

[Robert Blackletter]

Going get me a fur coat

[Mustiado]

Werewolf Classic X - Chilled Blood Becomes Spilled Blood

Doctor Thomas Kayne, codenamed "Mustiado", hated Persephone. He hated the frigid ice planet with a passion. As cold and heartless as the queen of the undead that the planet was named for, it boasted unforgiving terrain, harsh conditions, and a general feeling of isolation that made his last divorce hearing with his ex seem like a pleasure cruise. Yet, this was the only locale where the work of the UWM, The United Worlds for Mankind, could continue undisturbed.

He tried to remind himself how important that particular fact was as he stumbled across the snowy landscape, making the trek from the general living quarters to the quarantine bay posted about half a kilometer away. He tried to remind himself that the Doctors Zane Peters and Rory Kliss, codenames "Zar Peter" and "Rakkoon" were invaluable to his research, and were great drinking buddies to boot. But it seemed no matter what rationale he used to try to elevate his mood, his face would find its way back to a deepening scowl.

"Probably skipped out of their round for a drink in 'The Hole', knowing them..." he muttered to himself, pulling his insulating face layer aside just long enough to get his dose of Ferelnycine to his lips, fingers already numb from the short exposure time. He swallowed the pill just as he reached the hatch to quarantine, taking a second to try and futilely scrape off the ever present layer of frost from the view port set into the heavy titanium doorway.

Unable to get a good view into the bay, he grudgingly offered his face to the only area of the outer shell kept clear of snow and ice, a recess designed for a human face. Suppressing a shudder, he managed to remain still as the scanner identified him, scanning his retinas, pulling hair follicles, and even taking a skin scraping from his cheeks, a process that seemed to hurt less with each passing second in the chill. The scanner, satisfied that Kayne was one of three crazy enough to visit quarantine, slid back into the shell, the door lifting forward and to the side, guided by pneumatic pumps.

As he stepped into the bay, an overwhelming stench hit him, its scent more subtly off than before. Once the experiments had gone awry, the subjects that remained infected had developed a peculiar odor, unpleasant of its own right. This was due to the degeneration of the skin of the body, rotting away as it made room for the dank, matted hair that emerged from beneath. This scent, however, was something more, and Kayne was forced to take a moment to compose himself before peering into the darkness.

Tenatively, he creeped into the darkness, reminding himself of the different ways this scenario was suddenly very, very wrong. Peters and Kliss were due back hours ago. The other scientists, including Kayne, had assumed they'd slipped off duty for a drink. Granted, the three were known for their 'breaks', as they put them, but they were gone far too long this time. It wasn't until Kayne realized he was staring into the black of the bay that his mind comprehended the fact that all lighting in the building had been inexplicibly destroyed.

With a flick, he reached for the switch of his flashlight, a high power beam attached to his shoulder, igniting the room in a blazing glow. Immediately, his mind recoiled in horror. The outer room was covered in gore, a deep crimson red, so much darker and vital than it seemed to be in the movies, looking as if some demented house painter had simply thrown his materials against the wall, and called it a day. After blinking several times, two specific objects materialized before his eyes, as if his mind had tried to shut them out of the original, horrific picture. One was a small spyglass, that Peters had claimed he used to spy on the stars. His fingers were still attached to the crushed, bronze barrel.

The other was Rory Kliss, his trademark black and white facial fur still recognizable on the half of his face that was still attached.

Without the benefit of conscious thought, Kayne turned and stumbled out the door behind him, his mouth unable to form words, his brain unable to process thoughts. All he was able to do was scream into the frozen tundra as he made his way back to General Living.

Diving into the other airlock that served as a buffer from the sub-Arctic chill and the almost cozy quarters of the UWM, he slammed his frozen fists against the entry panel, summoning the guard on duty, screaming frantically, "For God's sake, let me in!"

As he howled into the security camera for sanctuary, Kayne flinched as a liquid hit his face. With trembling fingers, he reached up, and wiped away a speck of the darkest, reddest blood he had ever seen. His eyes full of sorrow and foreboding, he looked back to the camera, and spoke his final words:

"They're loose."

The guard had the door open moments later, but no sign of Kayne was seen. It wasn't until the guard elevated his view, to see a leg drooping from an open air duct. With a yell and a jump, he grabbed ahold of the ankle of the boot, attempting to pull, HARD, down on Kayne, to pull him out of the duct. His surprise was complete when all he retrieved was his leg, shorn off at the knee. After a moment of disbelief, he dropped the leg, and retched.

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The door opened with a loud *Chuff*, the pressure sealed inside their erstwhile living space escaping in one foul blast of air. Multiple streams of light poured into the cave-like entrance, seeking something in the dark. Debris littered the entry chamber, and in pairs, the security team entered the living quarters. Using the PA system, they summoned the remaining scientists to the common area for a general meeting.

"Obviously something has infected several members of the staff. The orders coming down from the UWM is eradication of the virus, and its hosts. No one leaves unti the vir--" The commander's words are chopped off mid-sentence as Mr. Buttons, mascot of the UWM living quarters, pounced on his face. Amusement quickly turned to horror as the collected scientists realized that Buttons had latched onto the commander's jugular. With a quick shake of his head, the vein was torn from the Commander's neck, a shower of blood covering the feral tabby. The Commander collapsed into a small pile, while Buttons scampered off with his new plaything. The scientists could only gaze on in fear.

The Feral Plague was loose. Providence protect us.

Dr. Zane "Zar Peter" Peters was slain.
Dr. Rory "Rakkoon" Kliss was slain.
Dr. Thomas "Mustiado" Kayne was slain.

They were the progenitors, and now, your narrators.

Day One Begins.

[Alarra]

*claps* Wow, that opening scene gave me chills.

[Supagoof]

I'll say. Bravo!

Points at Alarra.

What? The game did start.

[YimmytheSneak]

Supa point at supagoof.

[Murska]

Mordokai because Zar Peter was killed on the first night. Or technically zeroth night.

[TehSheen]

Murska because TPAM.

[PirateMonk]

The intersection of a hyperdimensional entity with three dimensional space goes down a corridor. Its main body appears to be a dull gray cylinder ending in a spherical, featureless head, floating two feet above the ground with a white lab coat wrapped around it. Two amorphous black blobs, not visibly attached to anything, serve as hands. It waves one at Dr. Bath as it glides by.

[Dr. Bath]

Pointing at 'space' oddity. Just to remind him to take his protein pills and put his helmet on.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(VERY CREEPY INTRO!)

*The llama floated around in his room wondering why his trainers hadn't come to get him out of the chamber. He didn't quite understand why he'd been chosen to help conduct Official Scientific Studies of Lack of Gravity on Quadrupeds but apparently someone had extra funding to spend and so the ungulate was floating around in space.*

*He presses a hoof on a button activing the

Amazing
Llama
Audible
Ringing
Reminder
Alert

trying to tell his trainers that he wants out to frolic around the station.

[Helgraf]

"This planet is the very nadir of the armpit of trackless space," he grumbled, spitting, taking a moment to time how quickly it crystallized as it travelled through the air, and shattered against the far wall.

He didn't have much lip to speak of, due to a faulty seal on his face mask, and refused to take Ferelnycine on principal, so he was bound to remain an ugly, scarred son of leather and hard labour.

The workers were bickering again, but no surprises there. He looked over the lot of them, spat again, then lumbered over toward Supagoof.

"What exactly," he began as he lurched into place, "are you accusing the lady of, anyway?"