A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[Andre Fairchilde]

(I'm going to have to look through my notes for who's left the game, but by my calculations these players are up for autolynch:

Almighty Salmon

Oh! By the way - the Ankh Morpork National Anthem. All rise, please remove you hats... (Thanks ZP!!!!!))

[Nibleswick]

Nibleswick is walking down the street, and he passes through one of the auditors (Ominous) without noticing.

[banjo1985]

Gaspode growls at Moist von Lipwig (Emperor Demonking).

"You like that ugly little bugger more than me? Just cause he's got loads of money, owns the mint, and doesn't have 17 different species of fleas....these trendy owned dogs....they make me sick!"

Gaspode spits on the floor, and it wiggles away between the cobblestones.

[Vampiric]

Masklin crouches, ready to jump, as Emperor Demonking walks past, and with a jump not unlike that of a Nome jumping onto a human, he grabs hold of some loose thread hanging from Demonking's trousers, and continues to climb...

[Kasz]

A random citizen doesn't even come near the alley where Foul ol' Ron was killed avoiding the stench of it, but almost runs into Mordokai

[Emperor Demonking]

Emperor Demonking looks as every one looks at Lipwig. "What's going on there."
"Well at least they're not trying to get me. I'm an emperor."

[Hexed]

The Discworld tourist is looking for Rincewind and the luggage when he spots a man with a pointy hat (the Bursar(A Rainy Knight)). Hey, a wizard! Hello mister wizard, do you know where Rincewind is?

[Zombie pixe]

*after patting myself down thourgly to discover I am indeed missing my wallet, i settle for a seat and begin fasioning a new pair of sandals*

[Madmal]

The luggage growls from the top of the wardrobe and drops a box a little too close to Banjo

((also people, Von lipwig is Phantom fox...)

[Haruki-kun]

The Bard nonchallantly stares at Zombie Pixie.

[Zar Peter]

Half day votings:

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{table]A Rainy Knight|Atreyu|Banjo|Emperor Demonking|Helgraf|Mordokai|Ominous|Zombie Pixie
Hexed|Fin|Atreyu the masked Llama|Banjo 1985|whitehelm|Kasz|Nibleswick|A Rainy Knight|
||blademaster42|Face of Evil||||EmeraldRose
||Helgraf|Fleeing Coward||||Emperor Demonking
||lamech|I'm da Rogue||||Haruki-kun
||Malmagor Andrigal|Ominous||||
||Raiser_B1ade|Phantom Fox||||
|||The Bushranger||||
|||Vampiric||||
|||Zombie Pixie||||[/table]

Hasn't voted yet:

Almighty Salmon
Altharis
Chunklets
DarkCorax
Dr. Bath
GuesssWho
Mordokai
radikalskippy
topher
Travelling Angel
Zeratul

[GuesssWho]

I did vote-I voted for Kasz. (Or is it against? Whatever.)

[The Bushranger]

((Note: I will be absent until Tuesday morning.))

[Zar Peter]

I did vote-I voted for Kasz. (Or is it against? Whatever.)

This was your vote yesterday:

{OOC: Whatever my vote was earlier--I think it was Kasz stands, for two reasons: one, Teatime is an unreliable b@$tard who doesn't care whose side anyone is on, and two, I haven't got Clue One what's going on here.}

Sorry, but votes are only valid the day they are posted. This is a new day so you have to point again. But I think now! you have pointed at Kasz, too.

[Mordokai]

((Totally out of ideas today, so I'll just make a point at Kasz. Returning the favour.))

[Dr. Bath]

Banjo1985

((The Horde will appear later. My brain is functioning at 10% capacity. Bath no think good is.))

[topher]

point at Ominous to avoid the auto!

[zeratul]

Zeratul gets up from a hole in the ground in just enough time to say "That demons king fellow looks suspicious!" He then promptly falls back over.

[DarkCorax]

((Don't have time to RP sorry, *Point at Haruki-kun*))

[Traveling_Angel]

Bandwagon Jumping! Yay!

Points at Demonking

[Andre Fairchilde]

Day Ends!

Holding spot for me to make my update.

I'm handling the night phase, but my PM box is rather full...

Hold off until I make my post for the night phase actions please...

Please stand by for narration and lynching...

[Andre Fairchilde]

Location: The Void.
Description: ….like a Void. As in not much to describe except a supreme absence of anything redeeming. Completely empty. Empty, so empty that…

AHEM.

Who said that?

ME. AS IN “I SAID THAT.”

But there’s nothing here but a void….?

I AM EVERYWHERE, ESPECIALLY IN VOID. BUT YOU MAY NOT AVOID ME. EVER.

Ok then, if you are Everywhere, and can be anywhere, why are you here?

I AM WAITING.


Location: Somewhere nearby in the Void… insofar as you can be nearby in a Void… more specifically in..

GET ON WITH IT. PEOPLE ARE WAITING. FOR THAT MATTER, I AM WAITING.

Uh, ok.

His Grace, The Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes is pacing back and forth in a small room while Lord Havelock Vetinari and Susan Death are quietly playing Thud.

Vimes takes three paces forward and halts. He turns left, and takes four and one half paces forward, and again stops. Another left, another three paces, another stop, another left, and another four and one half paces.

He has already looked in every room of the house, broken into all the locked cabinets, cooked all the bacon, and even counted all the brooms.

Sir Samuel was rather bored.

Susan and Havelock, of course, have a bit more patience.

Susan was taking a long time at her move, and while she was preoccupied with her move Vetinari took the time to advise “Samuel, sit down and have a bit of a read, you may expand your mind a bit.”

Not much of a reader, Samuel remembered a great library where there were indeed many many books.

Making a game of it, Samuel closed his eyes and retraced his steps to the library. Opening the door, he saw hundreds – no, thousands – no, more than thousands… he saw a room that seemed to be thousands of feet by thousands of feet filled with shelves stacked higher and higher with hundreds of millions of books.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

This library had no librarian – or wizards – to help Sir Samuel find his books though.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

“I suppose it doesn’t matter which books I read…" and he picked several books at random and walked over to a table.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, Vimes sheepishly moved to the back of the book to read the ending first…

“Where’s Sir Samuel?”

“I suggesed he read a couple of books.”

“What!!!!? NO! Those are lives! If a mortal reads those lives, the subject is likely to die!”

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

…skipping to the end of the first book, Vimes read about a man breaking apart two sausages and then abruptly dying.

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Altharis was autolynched. Altharis was a Villager.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

“That was a weird ending.”

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Reaching for another book, Vimes was stunned to see this book was about a Salmon. What was a Salmon doing in Ankh Morpork? Wouldn’t it die in the river?

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Paging to the end of the book, he did indeed see that the Salmon couldn’t live in the water, and the poor fish died as well.

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Almighty Salmon was autolynched. Almighty Salmon was a villager.

Out in the hall, fast moving footsteps approached but Vimes was getting the hang of this reading stuff!

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Maybe the next book would be better.

As he reached for the final book, the tip of a cane held his hand in place.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

“That’s not for us to choose Samuel.”

“What are you talking about?”

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Very calmly, Susan gathered the books and placed them on the shelf. “These are lives, and if you or Havelock open them up you may in fact cause their deaths.”

“What?! Don’t be ridiculous. That’s the most asinine thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Asinine? Reading is good for you Samuel. It’s already expanding your vocabulary.”

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

Vimes reached for one of the books and opened it up…

“Your saying that this king dies just because I opend up the book?”

He looked into the face of a very stern Susan Death. She grabbed the book back and began to place it on the shelf.

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

“Yes. You just caused the natural death of some person named…”

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Emperor Demonking was lynched. Emperor Demonking was a Villager.

“Don’t worry though – everyone in here is going to die.” She looked Sir Samuel in the eyes. “Even your book is here. That’s what all the scritching sounds are… it’s the sounds of everyone’s life story being written. Everyone from all of time has their book in here.”

*scritch scritch scritch scritch*

She walked them back out of the library, but grabbed several other books first.

“Samuel, if you value your sanity, please don’t come back in here. But, here are some other reading materials more suited for your reading level.”

Looking down, he realized she’d handed him a copy of “Where’s My Cow?”

His eyes teared up. This was his son’s copy!

“How! How did you get this?”

“Samuel, focus on getting out of here to return to what’s important. Isn’t it time for you to read to your son? He’ll hear you, just look through the hour glass… the thing about being in here, there’s always time for you to read to your son.”

Susan patted Samuel on the shoulder and returned to her game of Thud with the Patrician.
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As mentioned, Day 3 ends, and NIGHT 3 begins.
Night 3 will end in 24 hours - 8 PM Eastern Standard Time
Sunday Jan 27

[Shadow]

Here we go....
Night three....
Time to kill Shadow....

[CurlyKitGirl]

((Must . . . resist . . . temptation . . .))

[Zar Peter]

Lord Vetinari looks up from the board.

Interesting books. Gives one the power over live and death. I have something similar here.

He pulls out a dark book with silver letters on it:

“Thee guidlinees of silent murder in the darknesss”

What’s that? Susan Sto Helit asks.

Oh it’s one of the textbooks of the Assassins guild. We called it “The rules of Shadow” for fun back in these times. If you use them thoughtfully you also have the power over live and death.

He smiles a little, then takes one of the Trolls and moves it to another place.

Your turn Mrs. Sto-Helit.

[Andre Fairchilde]

Night Ends!!!

Post holding position while update is finished .

Day 4 Begins

Day 4 Will end in 72 (?) hours on Wednesday, January 30th at 8 PM Eastern Standard Time (which is -5 Greenwich Mean Time). In other words, you now have 72 hours to vote.

Update narrative coming shortly. I promise.

[Andre Fairchilde]

“Now that is a challenge! I accept!”

“Of course you accept. You have no choice to accept. Your belief that you have a choice is a fallacy. You have your mission for the good of the city, now go accomplish it.”

The figure turns back to his desk.

“Ahem.” Pause. “Ahem.”

“Are you still here? Why?”

“Are there any constraints to the mission?”

The leaders eyes narrow.

“Constraints? Yes. Kill the target, and don’t destroy the city.”

“How about a little bit of the city?”

Annoyed, the leader replies “If you destroy the target, you may destroy part of the city. But only in the Shades. Now go accomplish your mission.”

The figure dressed smartly in black departs, with a smirk on his face.

He smiles “I get to destroy part of the city! I love this job!”

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Fire.

The city was burning. Almost at once, three store fronts erupted in flames. These store fronts were all on the same city block, and were at the first floor of three separate apartment buildings. Each of these three apartment buildings rose five or more floors, and each building was the home to over a hundred families. Families with children. Families with grandparents. Families with belongings and lives. Families with hope.

The fires began in the morning while everyone was home. At least the streets were empty.

The empty streets allowed the fire brigades to arrive. The brigades are fairly disorganized, but do an adequate job of keeping the looters at bay while the buildings are evacuated.

Then the real help arrives.

The golems.

The golems were created thousands of years ago to help mankind, and even though their kingdoms have been erased the golems continue their own missions as the few free golems buy back the freedom of the many.

“Please Leave The Building. There Is Danger.”

Wordlessly the split into groups, one group to stamp out the fires, one group to escort the residents to safety.

Unfortunately, firebombs continue to strategically explode creating a firestorm. As more residents escape, the flames continue to grow higher and higher.

One of the golems notices a figure in the flames, seemingly stroking the fires higher. “My Duty Is To Serve The Public Trust, Protect The Innocent, And Seriously Prod Buttock.” Amidst the chaos of the firestorm, the golem moved to pursue the figure.

Surprised, the figure throws a fire bomb at the golem, and flees further up into the apartments. As he dashes up the stairs, the stairs begin to give way.

“Even The Criminal Must Be Protected. Freedom Is Only A Word Without Those That Protect The Guilty As Well As The Innocent.” As the stairs collapsed, the golem began to punch holes in the wall, and then through the ceiling to climb to the next level.

In shock, the arsonist throws three more firebombs onto the golem and flees to the top level.

In the center vortex of the fire, oxygen flows down to feed the hungry beast that is fire. The fire, almost alive, feeds both on the oxygen and the fuel of the lives of the residents. Pictures burn. Letters burn. Life savings burn. Stamps burn. Memories burn. But not one person is hurt. The golems get out all the residents, and then methodically begin to protect the other buildings in the neighborhood. This city block is lost. The residents, in shock, console themselves. They will rebuild.

Inside the hell of the burning building, the golem is red hot. He sees the final figure standing at the top of the stairway to the roof. The figure waves, but the golem feels no emotion.

The top floor was an attic, empty now except for smoke… and steam. Steam from the water used to put out the fires. Steam from the hundreds of metal buckets of water in this attic. The entire attic is filled with hundreds and hundreds of not only buckets, but water barrels – anything that can contain water.

The golem continues up the stairs to the very weak roof, each step shattering with his half ton weight.

As he arrives to the sunlight of the morning, the figure waves, dashes over to the edge of the building, and scrambles across a rope tied to the next building. With a wave he loses himself in the throng of onlookers.

The roof begins to collapse, and the golem looks up into the sky – his last moments of existence. The building collapses, the roof cannot sustain his weight. The golem is dropped into the attic, and the attic floor collapses. The golem whose body has heated to hundreds of degrees centigrade is immediately cooled by the thousands of gallons of water. Even though he is in the middle of a raging inferno, the golem shatters.

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Face of Evil was assassinated. Face of Evil was Dorfl, a Mason. Not one person is hurt, but one Watchman is lost.

DAY 4 HAS BEGUN.
DAY 4 WILL END IN 72 HOURS, ON WEDNESDAY JAN 30
8 PM Eastern Standard Time (U.S) or when a narrator makes the update

[GuesssWho]

Teatime watches the fire-from an almost-but-not-quite-safe distance. He shakes his head. "A shame-and most inefficient, as well."
He notices some of the members of the Horde (Dr. Bath) are hanging around staring and rolls his eyes.

[FoE]

((And Dorfl is no more. I'll miss you, golem friend. We didn't really get to spend enough time together. ))

((Yes, that was very nice, Andre. Thank you.))

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Dorfl, best seen in "Feet of Clay"; other golems may also be seen in "Going Postal." Death scene influenced by "Going Postal.")