Llama Llama Duck 3 - Orange Slayed the Rake (Werewolf Game)

[Castaras]

((What is mathematics but logic in its purest form? Thus, in the spirit of the previous game, I present the following Llamath to support my preconceived conclusion that the person I pointed at is a Llama.



While llamas are obviously the best llamalogicians, their inferior fuzzy brains are incapable of handling sophisticated mathematics, while bunnies struggle with it because their pancakes keep getting in the way, so I must be a duck.))

That is awesome.

[banjo1985]

Castaras gets my vote. So far when we vote for someone they end up being a duck. I therefore, will vote for someone who no-one else has voted for, as they muct be a Llama.

[Etcetera]

Um.
Castaras.
Mathematics are not awesome.
Only a duck llama would say that!

[Supagoof]

Day 5 Ends

Dancin' Dancin' DANCIN'

He's a dancin' machine.....

The party starts. As the ducks regain their comfort within the town, a party is held. A disco party in fact.

The price of admission - llama logic at the door.

It's all part of the ducks master plan to root out who the llama's are by whose using the best llama logic. It has to work, because it's duck logic surrounding llama logic.

The problem is - you can't stop Llama logic. You can only hope to contain it.

And as the ducks enter the party, they find that the years of lying and hiding as llama's has elevated their ability to falsify some llama logic. So they become quite good at it.

The Viking comes to the door

Why are you a duck?

I have sailed the seven seas and surely set my sights upon soothing the siren's sweet song. Simply I sound off at your suggestion I am something other then a swan's sibling in our nataure!

Oh, that's pretty good logic there. Please, use the VIP entrance.

And the Viking heads into the VIP lounge.

Next, it's

Why are you a duck?

I have haunted the high heavens and hell to help hilarity heighten itself to new horizons. Hopefully I hear your harking and hasten to help our hero's hunt down the hooved menace of our lands.

Ah, very good logic you got there. Please head into the VIP area.

So the ghost heads into the VIP room.


Why are you a duck?

A duck I am. Question this, you shall not. Galactic battles, fought in I have, and many a clone seen have I. Four legged creatures I've known. Slay them, I shall.

You get any of that?
Nope.
Sounds great. Please, to our VIP area.

And the Yoda-esque duck goes into the VIP lounge.


Odd, that one. Okay, so why are you a duck?

Because.

Because why?

Just because.

Because why?

I am what I am and I ain't what I ain't, but sometimes I am what I ain't and I ain't what I am. But tonight I am what I am and that's not to say I ain't what I am. You understand?

Nope. Good Job. Please head into the VIP lounge.

So after some time time, everyone has arrived at the party. Some have been sent to the VIP lounge, where small nests and ponds are easily found. The rest head into the party area. Shortly a

Ladies and Gentlemen. It's is now time for Tonight's Entertainment. Please, everyone - pick a person who will start the dance-off.

The crowd starts to point at each other, but soon one of them dressed up in some nice Disco atire is gaining the attention of all the points. Or rather, they are not gaining the points, but they are getting attention. Every time someone points at the disco wonder, they find their hands inexplicably drawn to point at the graveyard. Everyone who gives it a try, ends up pointing at one of the graves.

Okay, the results have been tallied, and the dancer selected is....Zeb the Troll? the MC annouces with a confused look. But before he can say anything, busting up from the grave, the skeleton bones of Zeb the Troll busrt forth.

Do a little dance.
Make a little love.
Get down tonight!
Get down tonight!


The members of the VIP lounge laugh with joy. Surely this abomination of nature was part of the show. The laughter turns into coughing, as during the performace - a toxic gas is pumped into the room. All members of the VIP area, for providing such great Llama logic - are killed because it was just too good.

When the party's over, the following are found dead.
Summary

Spoiler

Show

Bishfish was autolynched. Bishfish was a Fool and on team Duck.
TehSheen was autolynched. TehSheen was a Disguiser and on team Duck.
The Bushranger was autolynched. The Bushranger was a Mason and on team Bunny.
Jontom Xire was autolynched. Jontom Xire was a Careless Baner and on team Llama.
Crown of Thorns was up for lynching, but a vortexer action shifted all points from him to Zeb the Troll. (Way to lynch the dead! )

Night 5 Begins

[Thufir]

Hate to contradict the narrators, but Bishfish pointed on day 4:

@ bill- also you missed your name in white non-bolded text.
lex-kat

[Irbis]

Grawrg. Seriously, if this guy dies tonight, I think I might just lynch myself.

What! >_<

You know what role mentions people's nicks and they die?

Assassin!

And now he targeted me!

Or, if we believe his ridiculous babbling, someone trying to frame him, but to me, it's the same, really >_<

Stop the Llamas! Here's one very nice target for ANTI-LLAMA BANE today! That is, me! Help the Duckland survive!

[Supagoof]

Hate to contradict the narrators, but Bishfish pointed on day 4:

This would be infomration that I could have used earlier....

*Makes note to see about re-instating BishFish to the game.

[lostlittlebear]

Poor Zeb, won't anyone let him rest in peace? By the way, all comments I make about Singapore are to be taken with a huge pinch of salt

Banning gum is real though.

[The Bushranger]

Oh crap, I thought I'd pointed yesterday (i.e. on day 5)!

Sorry folks.

[billtodamax]

Aw...

BR died.

[Istari]

I count
9 Llamas
7 Bunnies
20 Ducks
still alive assuming, 11 llamas and 9 bunnies to start.
Those assassins out there really killed off a lot of people.

[Zeb The Troll]

((Okay, having two death scenes in this game makes up, a little bit, for being dead. ))

[BishFish]

can I have a new role, since like, everyone knows I'm a duck and now will lynch me?

[Zar Peter]

can I have a new role, since like, everyone knows I'm a duck and now will lynch me?

You do know that the ducks are the villagers here, don't you?

[Supagoof]

can I have a new role, since like, everyone knows I'm a duck and now will lynch me?

You send me a new role. We'll randomly assign you to a team.

[Supagoof]

Night 5 Ends

Watson. I've got it!


What's that Holmes?

I've figured out how to track down the Llama's. We'll simply take the blue powder and divinate the ingredients. Then we can use those to figure out whose been gathering them. The person who has gathered the ingredients must be one of those Llama's.

Brilliant!

Now, we just need a way to figure out how to determine the ingredient in the mixture.

Let's ask the witch!

What witch?

The witch who lives on how hill.

How do we get there?

We take witch way.

Which way?

Right.

Right what?

We go witch way to get to how.

How do we know which way?

We go witch way to how.

Which way?

Right.

Watson - I'm in no mood for an Abbott and Costello act. Take me to how hill.

So the master gumshue and his assistant head down witch way path to how hill to visit the witch.


*knock knock*

Go away!

*knock knock*

Go away or I'll hex you!

Good evening madam. We were looking for you help.

Bah. I don't give help to anyone. And you're not anyone.

Right, which would mean you do give help to us.

Wron...er. *thinks a moment*..I suppose you got me. Fine - what do you want?

We want to know how to make this blue powder that allows a duck to change into a llama.

Ah...I see. Well you need quite a list of ingredients, but the prominent one that you need a lot of is honey.

Honey?

That's right. Honey - a lot of it. Go get me some and I'll show you. Now scram!

And the witch slams the door shut.

She hasn't been the same since that house fell on her sister. Come Watson - let's go find some honey.

The detectives head to where the beehives are kept. The begin to fill up some jars with honey, when Holmes gets stung.

*Ouch*

Darnit. Watson hold this.

Taking off his shoe, Holmes swings and flattens the bothersome bee out. Upon strinking the bee, it's mangled body falls limp. When the bee takes it's last breath, the body begins to transform and grow larger.

Soon, all that is there is the mangled body of one of the Llamas.

Well that's how they've been getting the honey they need. Let's head back to the witch Watson.

Back at the witches place.

Ahh, see. Now that we have the honey, we can begin to make the powder.

The witch grabs a slew of various liquids, herbs and dead animal parts from around here cabin. Throwing them all into a cauldron and mixing them together over a low heat. She motions to Sherlock to bring the honey over.

Now add the honey, and the potion will be complete. Then we just need to give it some time to dry to become the powder.

So Sherlock Holmes pours the Honey into the cauldron. Just as it's about to hit the potion, the witch notices something wrong.

Wait - that's not honey, that's marmalau*BOOM*

But it's too late. The potion explodes, taking the great detective and the wtich into the afterlife with the blast.

Summary
Deathslayer7 was attacked and killed. Deathslayer7 was a Vortexer Duck.
Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins was attacked and killed. LF, MOG was an Assassin Llama.
Whitehelm was attacked and killed. Whitehelm was a Seer Duck.

1 day of missed points.
Alarra
Castaras
Cd4
Istari
MOD
Sanity702

BishFish has re-entered the game. He drank a little of the red potion, mixed with some yellow and a hint of blue, so he got put on team [RANDOM]

Day 6 Begins

[Wizibirb]

BishFish for the random and sorry I forgots to vote.

[PirateMonk]

((Crown of Thorns. You can't argue with math, and it's the best lead we've got right now.))

[Istari]

Crown of Thorns unless one of the analitical people comes up with a better target

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

And I STILL only killed Nehh. Hell I wasn't erven getting my night kills in on time.

[Nehh]

*unghostifies*
What do you mean, 'only' killed Nehh? Not a lot of people get to kill me. It's an honour, y'know.

Not that I'm asking everyone to kill me in all my other games...

*ghostifies*

[Lyndworm]

I'm continuing to point at Crown of Thorns. He's a badguy.

[Timberwolf]

Crown of Thorns.

Let's try again.

"Chewie ! Crack open the Corellian Ale. I need a drink, badly."

[rakkoon]

Ahum...yah...following a course and seemed to have missed a night.
Ahum. Crown of T

[cd4]

I think I'll point at Aemoh now because I have no idea what logic or reasoning the crown of thorns wagon has.

[Trixie]

Yeah, protecting obvious targets would be nice.

Totally called it

[Lyndworm]

I can't post proof of CoT's Llamatude, but I know he's a Llama. I know it.

[Szilard]

Third time's the charm: Crown of Thorns.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

*unghostifies*
What do you mean, 'only' killed Nehh? Not a lot of people get to kill me. It's an honour, y'know.

Not that I'm asking everyone to kill me in all my other games...

*ghostifies*

*manifests*

I mean 'only' as in I didn't kill anyone else. I had some fun with Trixie, she died, she blamed me.

[Deathslayer7]

Which way. priceless.