A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[Nibleswick]

Well folks, I have drop out of the game, I'm sorta cutting myself off from the internet, I'll see you around, it's been fun.

[banjo1985]

Gaspode looks around angrily after poor Constable Dorfl's death.

He bounds up to Guess Who and nudges him with his nose.

"Eya, I wanna biscuit before I get killed...you got one? Errr....I mean, WOOF."

[Zar Peter]

Well folks, I have drop out of the game, I'm sorta cutting myself off from the internet, I'll see you around, it's been fun.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Nibleswick will get autolynched at the end of the day. His role will be randomly distributed to an other villager. If this villager was scried before I will tell the scrier the new role of the person.

[I'm da Rogue!]

Noooo, not my FoE!

..You guys will die.

[Mordokai]

((I'd watch out for her guys. She can be one mean cat when she's angry ))

[CurlyKitGirl]

((Once upon a time there was a little girl called Susan Sto Curly who just loved breaking the forth wall and meta-narrating as she meta-narrated. Now one day Susan Sto Curly was narrating herself in a post.
She was very angry.
For very very few players had bothered to send her their night actions. This made her worried. What is Zar Vetinari or Andre Vimes were ill? What if they were busy? What if Susan Sto CUrly felt vindictive and only allowed those actions PMd to all three narrators to count as actions when it was her turn?
Well; Susan Sto Curly reached the end of a very long tether. First Dr. Cruces forgot to send in his Night Action until literally four minutes before she posted the Day Two. And Ymper Trymon at least had sense to find another way to contact her. Ponder Stibbons/Rincewind was a very good person too.
But too many people were forgetting their Day/Night actions.
Such a terrible thing to waste.
So Susan Sto Curly made a decision. All three narrators or no actions whatsoever.
Susan STo Curly even debated about going on strike and being dull when posting. BNut she loves narrating too ,much to stop.
She shall just be a vindictive character until people learn their lesson. AND she will stop allowing roles to be switched too. If people can't be bothered to play the game then they shouldn't sign up right? Right. It also occured to Duchess Sto Curly that too many roles never bothered to play or post or indeed PM all the narrators.
Perhaps she'll start breaking the game. She probably won't but by the Gods and her grandfather she will smash the game board if people don't follow the rules!

Have a nice day. And be sensible. We're all far too nice. I'm clamping down.))

[Zar Peter]

((I'd watch out for her guys. She can be one mean cat when she's angry ))

((I think that counts for Curly, too ))

[Hexed]

((Makes me wish I had a night action, so I could send it in now and reduce Curly's wrath. But I'm only a humble tourist, so I haven't got one. ))

[Skippy]

((Makes me wish I had a night action, so I could send it in now and reduce Curly's wrath. But I'm only a humble tourist, so I haven't got one. ))

((You know, that's not a good thing to say...))

[Hexed]

((You know, that's not a good thing to say...))

((Why not? Twoflower is a tourist and a naive danger magnet, so it is in character, isn't it? Also, this is a Werewolf game, so no one will believe me anyway, won't they? ))

[CurlyKitGirl]

((Susan Sto Curly felt much happier now. She had instilled the true meaning of fear in those who chose to meddle in the smooth running of the universe she; Zar Vetinari and Andre Vimes and strove so hard hard to create and make perfect.
Perhaps now everything would be easier.

And I mean it too. Those threats stand and will become realities if people don't bother to follow the rules.))

[Zombie pixe]

twoflower?! what are you doing! come away from there, thats where the narators are! and i am not running away again!

*looks hesetently round for the ginger and blue furball*

now my good man, lets jsut go find Cohen and sort this out...

*points at The horde(Dr. Bath)*

[Skippy]

((Why not? Twoflower is a tourist and a naive danger magnet, so it is in character, isn't it? Also, this is a Werewolf game, so no one will believe me anyway, won't they? ))

Ah, reverse psychology...

*Takes note*

[Ominous]

Auditor one: The deranged woman with the scythe has nothing to worry about. We always follow the rules.
Auditor two: Except for the first rule of Fight Club.
Auditor four: We talk about Fight Club incessantly.
Auditor one: What's our plan for randomly pointing this time?
Auditor two: We think we should ask a random passerby who we should point at.
Auditor four: That is suitably random.
Auditor one gets the attention of a random passerby.
Auditor one: Excuse us, but would you please point at one of the people standing here?
The passerby points at The Bushranger, possibly because he was unnerved at a walking rat skeleton.
Auditor two: The Grim Squeaker it is.

[Skippy]

People...

I'm afraid it's still night time, so no voting!!!!

@V: Right you are. I am mistaken. I apologize, I missed that one. >.<

[Zombie pixe]

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

((no, its day time now ))

[Ominous]

EDIT - Auditor one: Radikalskippy, we are the rules; thus we know what we are doing.
Auditor two: Indeed, it is daytime. We recommend you get reading glasses.
Auditor four: When's the next Fight Club meeting?

[Vampiric]

Grimma, who 'borrowed' the minutes from the Auditors' last Fight Club meeting, has noticed that Gaspode (Banjo) is doing quite well for a beginner fighter, and scrawls a message at the bottom of the parchment:

We Could Of Kiled You. LEAV US ALONE

[blademaster42]

Detritus is rather confused* with everything that's going on in Ankh-Morpork since The dissapearance of Commander Vimes. Oh, and Lord Vetinari. and the woman from the Sto Plains. Whoever she was.
So, Detritus headed for one of the coldest places** he knew in the city,the pork futures warehouse, to do what most basically good coppers do when faced with a mystery.
Think.


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* Well, more than normal.
**Troll brains operate better in cooler environments because their brains are made of impure silicon. This was why he was heading to the pork futures warehouse+, and incidentally why the other watchmen refused to play poker with Detritus in the winter months.
+ He had nearly caught terminal intelligence there once.



((I think I went nuts with the footnotes there...))

[zeratul]

Zeratul walks by humming ' I love The Nightlife', thens says quickly. "Rule breakers will be bound by the ears to a giant Ape for the rest of eternity!.......or until people forget to keep tabs on them..."

[Madmal]

The Luggage drops a box near Guessswho.

[GuesssWho]

((I think I went nuts with the footnotes there...))

Who cares about the footnotes?*
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*Half of Pratchett's humor is in the bloody** footnotes!
**I'm not really British, but when I'm talking about English*** people I start using the accent spontaneously. I'm not sure why.
***As in 'from England', not 'English-speaking'.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llama sat down and "hmmm"ed. Lots of accusations, little logic to back it up. Odds are that someone knew something, but didn't want to say it. The secret was to pick the someone and run with it. He wanted to kill Banjo, but that was for personal reasons and deep down, he knew that he was allowed to play Fluffy in Hogwarts, so Banjo should have the opportunity to play this dog.

Hmmmmm.......I'm gonna point at Hexed because i don't believe he's really just a tourist.

[Helgraf]

Yt wys tyme for consydyrytyns of whym ty lynche.

Lamentably, yt wys ylso tyme for sysyge-ynna-byn.

Fyct: Yne cynnyt pyint whylst cynsumyng sysyge-ynna-byn.

Myke note yf ys whyt ye wyll...

[Skippy]

*Points at Hexed*

[blademaster42]

Some time later, Detritus left the warehouse. Despite the amazing intelligence he had had at the time (and which was now wearing off), the only conclusion he could make was that something had gone horribly wrong with magic, and that meant even wizards weren't a very good bet on how to find anything out.
Still, any port in a storm. on his way to the Unseen University, he spots Hexed, and mentally marks him down as 'suspicious'.

[The Bushranger]

The Grim Squeaker gives the Auditors a nasty look, which Dr. Bath happens to pass in the way of.

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Due to an unfortunate but unnamed circumstance today's happy exercise in an electoral process is being delayed.

Votes will be talleyed in one additonal 24 hour period. Autolynches, if any, will be celebrated in the normal manner - namely by autolynching anybody that had better things to do than vote here.


1. Unnamed in this particular post. The circumstance does have a name, as it has happend and/or is currently happening in the sense it is delaying the voting process. But in this sense it is unnamed because it is not named here, so it is actually a named unnamed delaying circumstance that is in effect delaying the circumstances of the vote.)

[Dr. Bath]

The Horde have been watching the show with interest.

"You remember that army of mudmen we saw in D'jellibebbi?" says Boy Willie
"Yeah. They were a bugger t' kill." replies Truckle
"Yeah them. Those golems seem kinda like 'em don't ya think?"
"Hmmm, I can see that. But golems are annoying. Always with the 'I Am Working. No I Won't Give You The Keys. You Are Obviously Not An Elderly Washerwoman.' They don't get The Code at all..."

***

"Cohen. Can you talk t' Hamish? He's gettin' restless." says Caleb
"All right, fine." says Cohen, walking over to Hamish's wheelchair, "Hamish, what's wrong? Missin' yer nap?"
"Whut?"
"ARE YE GROUCHY ABOUT MISSIN' YER NAP!"
"Aye. An' those buggers are lookin' at me funny!"
Cohen looks round at the crowd and notices the angry looking faces, Te-a-te-me (GuessWho) in particular.
"What?! We didn't burn it down! We're bein' civ-e-lised. What more do you want?"

[Chunklets]

Willikins, who has been so busy the last few days that he's been reduced to eating sausage-inn-bun (((and ichiban soup, I might add))) for lunch, takes a break from his butling to point frantically at Bushranger.