A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[PhantomFox]

I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to RP as characters that are already named as roles. You might want to pick someone else just to avoid confusion. Though we have people RPing as Detritus and Rincewind, so who knows how crazy things get?

Plus, this is night, and you don't point during the night. People point (vote) during the day to decide who to lynch. In the night, the bad guys vote (secretly of course) who to kill. So just wait until night ends to start pointing.

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Very very sorry I haven't been online right now, but you can say that ER and I have had a family emergency. I should will be back to helping with the narration duties by Sunday.

Please keep ER and I in your thoughts.)

[GuesssWho]

I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to RP as characters that are already named as roles.

We can roleplay them, but we aren't 'actually' them. Unless someone is (stupid? clever?) enough to do so.

[Shadow]

*Shadow points at Zar Peter.

[Zar Peter]

Sorry, no pointing during the night!

Shadow, if you wanna play, there might be some autolynches after the next dayphase.
All the new players: Please read the rules about pointing and stuff!

Since I wasn't able to open the forum yesterday the night is extended. I need a lot of night actions!!

And Andre and ER: My thoughts are with you!

[CurlyKitGirl]

Ankh-Morpork is under the spell of Night. But this city is literally the city that never sleeps. The Canting Crew ambled their way through the city terrifying the Ladies of Negotiable Affection and the unwary Thief. "Millenium hand and shrimp I says I says."
"No Ron; we mustm't do that tonight. We've got a wonderful Boot Stew on the go." As they meander back to the bridge they mumble at some poor Black Ribboner who drops his steak and runs off screaming. His nasal passages attacked by the terrorist Smells of Foul Ole Ron.
An Assassin traverse the rooftops on enters the home of Jontom Xire. Corteus as always Dr. Cruces taps him on the shoulder and JX bolts awake. "I have been hired by Sir WIlliam de Worde Sr. to inhume you sir. Please do not run." Then Dr. Cruces raises his crossbow and shoots him through the heart.
And in the HEM building a sleepwalking wizard talks to Hex. "Good evening Hex. Let's see if the you still work."
++I am functioning tolerably well.++
++What would you like to find out?++
Ponder Stibbons and Hex speak all night.
The sun washes slowly like treacle over the landscape - except it doesn't leave any sweet gooey stuff behind it.* It cowered as it reached the Great Wahoonie but the buildup of golden sunlight forced it over the walls and into the city. Day broke into one hundred gibbering pieces of insanity.

Day Two begins.

Jontom Xire was inhumed with extreme politeness. He was an Ankh-Morporkian Citizen.

*You know; maybe metaphors and similes aren't such a good thing - they certainly aren't accurate.

[Emperor Demonking]

"Why didn't this town have someone to guard him." He walked up to Detirus. "i blame you and Blademaster."

[Zombie pixe]

"you know, i havent seen the busar this sane since we took him off his pills!!, you have any idea whats up windlle?"

*points at blademaster*

[Traveling_Angel]

(RPing as a random wizard)

"Never like him since he cut up our table." Looking at Teatime. (GuesssWho)


((And what is the Chalk clan doing in Ankh-Morpork anyway?))

[Andre Fairchilde]

Sorry, no pointing during the night!

Shadow, if you wanna play, there might be some autolynches after the next dayphase.
All the new players: Please read the rules about pointing and stuff!

Since I wasn't able to open the forum yesterday the night is extended. I need a lot of night actions!!

And Andre and ER: My thoughts are with you!

We're almost back into it. My mother-in-law left today, and the remains should be buried this next week.

[zeratul]

Zeratul starts humming under-pressure by queen, then stops and looks at blade master. "Sorry ate, mob rules.!"

[Skippy]

Windle Poons wanders around Anhk Morpork, thinking about how being undead is not such a bad thing.

"Hey, you, do you know what is going on around? EVerything seems weirder than usual"

*Point at Zombie Pixe*

((Rather quick on jumping to the bandwagon, weren't you? Can you explain why?))

[PhantomFox]

(Decides to point at Lizard Lord, since he didn't vote last time, and I have no real evidence to go on. *shrug*)

[banjo1985]

Gaspode limps up to Lizard Lord and whines.

"Eya...c'mon gis a biscuit."

With Lizard Lord remaining quiet, Gaspode get's annoyed.

"Oy! Talking dog here! Aint that worth even a Twix or somethin? At this rate I'm gonna have to go and sniff around Dibbler for a sausage."

Gaspode limps off in disgust.

[whitehelm]

LizardLord is as good a point as any.

[Kasz]

Milling around watching all the jabber the random citizen suddenly notices a trunk (Malmagor Andrigal (The Luggage)) moving through the crowd with it's many pitter patter of feet. "Ooh I wonder where I can get myself one of those, looks like it'll be handy to have".

[Andre Fairchilde]

Milling around watching all the jabber the random citizen suddenly notices a trunk ([color="red]Malmagor Andrigal (The Luggage)[/color]) moving through the crowd with it's many pitter patter of feet. "Ooh I wonder where I can get myself one of those, looks like it'll be handy to have".

(Please re-set your point, it didn't quite work. Thanks! )

[Kasz]

Ah whoops, it seems I forgot a quotation mark, edited.

[A Rainy Knight]

Apparently, the wizards weren't keeping a very good watch, because the Bursar is wandering out in one of the many rows of shops in Ankh-Morpork, bumping into Lizard Lord along the way. "Hey! Get outta my stuff!" shouts an irate shopkeeper as the Bursar dives into a rather large bucket of apples. "Get out? Yes! Apple sharks! Sharks of apples! Spoon!" The Bursar leaps out of the bucket and continues to wander through the market, leaving an angry trail of shopkeepers behind him.

[Zombie pixe]

((well, i was grabbing as much time as i could!! it wasnt easy getting on Giantitp with all those crashes!!!, plus i was pointing in RP mode, all wizards scare me! ))

[Shadow]

*I point at Zar Peter*

[Andre Fairchilde]

*I point at Zar Peter*

(Shadow, we're serious about letting you in with an autolynch. Just send us a PM. Or a box of chocolates.)

[Madmal]

The Luggage growls viciously at Kasz as it passes by, randomly bumping into detrevnisisiht in the way out.

[Zar Peter]

((Following people didn't point yesterday without excusion (autolynch warning):

Aziraphale
detrevnisisiht
eidreff
KerfuffleMach2
Lizard Lord
Lord Fullblader, Master of Goblins

And Shadow: I love!! chocolate!
))

Sir Samuel, I begin to wonder what really happened to us. Why only we are trapped here in this mysterious realm? We should ask Lady Sto Lat about this when she gets home.

[Hexed]

The tourist walks out the hotel he found for the night in a mood that is not as cheery as usual. Where is that Luggage(Malmagor Andrigal). Fortunately, the owner accepted a small deposit, but I really need my money and clothes. Despite that, he sets of, determined to enjoy his stay in the city. Finding Rincewind would be nice. I want to now what the hotel owner was trying to tell me, he talked so fast I couldn't look it up.

[Mordokai]

The obviously crazy man who claimed he talked to Bel-Shamharoth once agains pops up in busy streets of Ankh-Morpork.

“Today is a pretty day. Yes indeed. A pretty day. What should I do today? Oh, I know! I'll find me a doggy to play with!“

Walking further down the street, Mordokai meets Gaspode(banjo). Being half crazy as he is, he starts petting him and murmuring some crazy gibberish.

[ooc]I feel kinda stupid for playing just a random lunatic, but from what I've seen such a guy wouldn't actually be to weird in Ankh-Morpork. Plus, I really wanted to saw banjo reaction to this [/ooc]

[Shadow]

While I appreciate the thought and the offer, my ability to get online is still far too sparatic to join a game.
So I guess I'll just continue to screw with everyone for a while.

"You seem awfully willing to let me join this game Andre. It is a known fact that I disrupt games and make them a bit unbalanced at times. The fact that you want me to play makes me suspicious of you."

Shadow changes his point to Andre*

[Zar Peter]

Sir Samuel! There's a Shadow pointing at you. This place is really weird!

[Andre Fairchilde]

Well, as it's my Shadow and dogging my own steps, it must be doing as I'm doing anyway.

(Does this mean no chocolate? Valentine's day is coming... )

[Dr. Bath]

The Silver Horde amble along the streets of Ankh-Morpork until they end up in a small, dark and vaguely foreboding alleyway just off Corax street. Not that they notice.

"'Ello. You fellers look like yer new to the city, am I righ'?" says an overenthusiastic thief, surrounded by about six other menacing looking men in black. At least, they could be called men, if they cheated on the intelligence test.

The Silver Horde stare back in stony silence.

"Now, yea may no' 'ave 'eard about a thing we 'ave 'ere. 'S called, 'give-us-yer-money-or-we-slit-yer-throats-an'-take-it-anyway'"

Boy Willie starts fidgeting.

"Go on, Cohen. Can we?" he says.

"What are yer talkin' about, old man?"

...

Boy Willie throws a pouch of money into the sack at the back of Hamish's wheelchair.

"...Well that was boring. Where are we going now, Cohen?"