A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[topher]

No one has presented any compelling evidence yet (though the three consecutive votes for hexed is interesting) so I think I’ll go for The Bushranger. He voted for Lizard Lord and Demonking and didn’t vote for teapot (It’s not much, but I got nothing else yet).
Also, and more importantly, if no one else votes we have a four way tie for today’s lynching!

[Mordokai]

*points at GuessWho*

[PhantomFox]

Four way tie, eh?
*throws dart*
I'll have to go with Dr. Bath myself.

[Hexed]

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)*

"Good to see you! I was looking for you. Have you seen my luggage anywhere? I know he's supposed to follow me but he seems a bit lost.". As Rincewind suggests finding Cohen(Dr. Bath) he brightens up: "A hero! Great! I still need his autograph for my album! That reminds me, is there something going on? The innkeeper tried to tell me something this morning, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, he talked so fast. Something about lots of "Deafs" and "Vetinarians". Do you know anything about it?"

[Zar Peter]

A little vote summary:

{table]Dr. Bath|GuesssWho|Hexed|The Bushranger
GuesssWho|Banjo 1985|A Rainy Knight|Chunklets
Phantom Fox|Dr. Bath|Atreyu the masked Llama|Fleeing Coward
Zombie Pixie|EmeraldRose|blademaster42|lamech
|Hexed|DarkCorax|Ominous
|Kasz|I'm da Rogue|topher
|Malmagor Andrigal|radikalskippy|
|Mordokai|The Bushranger|
|Haruki-kun|Vampiric| [/table]

Not Voted:

Fin
Nibleswick
Raiser_B1ade
Travelling Angel
whitehelm
Zeratul

In danger of autolynch: NOBODY! (Thank you all for playing and pointing. Despite the fact that some night actions are a little late and not for all narrators I have no complaints about the day actions)

v sorry! You must have smued me.

[PhantomFox]

(I voted, I'm right above Hexed, two posts above yours)

[Shadow]

I forgot to vote, what with the crazy weekend I had.
I'll do so now.

*Shadow points at CurlyKitGirl*

[DarkCorax]

Lu-Tze Points at "Hexed".

((3 way tie ))

[Fleeing Coward]

Constable Visit points at The Bushranger.

((Purely for the novelty of a 4 way tie, might change later when I've read through everything.))

[A Rainy Knight]

The Bursar rambles on about the philo-co-sophical implications of the Mr. Jelly inside of everyone before confusedly pointing at Hexed.

[EmeraldRose]

This's ridiculous! How c'n I choose which ta point at, when they keep pointin' at each other! I c'nnae figure out who'll be tha next ta dieeee!

But Rob, we're deid already, so why's it matter?

Shut it! I need ta think.

*a sigh is heard from somewhere in a bush*

I'll just point a' that one. *a rock is thrown from the bush at GuesssWho*

((Since the Bath just died in H/H, I don't want him to go here too...))

[Lamech]

I'll go with the bushranger because he is the only person I have seen an argument for.

[Andre Fairchilde]

They came out of the Shadows.

He tried to flee.

He was drug to the gallows pole, in this case a tree.

The narrators lynched the Shadow and leave him hanging as a warning to all that point at the narrators three.

(Don't let this effect the day vote )

[Fleeing Coward]

Points at Andre Fairchilde

I've seen him before, he's one of the MCSC I tell you.

[Haruki-kun]

((Sorry, but real life has caught up with me. For now, I point at GuessWho.))

[Vampiric]

*Well, nothing will happen to Gaspode, so I change my point to Hexed*

[I'm da Rogue!]

*points at Hexed*

[The Bushranger]

The Grim Squeaker switches his glare from the walking bathtub, to Hexed. There are cats in that one's house, he just knows it...

[Kasz]

A random citizen watches the fire and it's resultant end.

Mumbling to himself he turns away to go home since there is nothing really exciting to watch.

"Alot of things seem to be happening now"

He however sees someone with light being reflected quite easily by a eye that is seemingly glass. Mr. Teatime (GuessWho)

[Hexed]

The tourist, in a untypical burst of perceptiveness, notices that a large number of people appear to be pointing at him. Must be a foreign custom. Quite picturesque, in a way. Good thing it took my camera from the luggage before he went off.. After grabbing his iconograph and a quick look in his booklet, he aims it a man with a weird eye(GuessWho) in the crowd with the words "To laugh!".
((Point doesn't really work narratively, but I don't have much choice. I can't really think of a way to demonstrate that I'm a villager, apart from mentioning that the villagers are still the largest group, AFAIK, so odds are I am one of them. Unless anything happens, you'll find out soon enough I guess. ))

[Dr. Bath]

The Grim Squeaker switches his glare from the walking bathtub, to Hexed. There are cats in that one's house, he just knows it...

((I'm not a walking bathtub. I'm a gang of angry old men. There's a difference y'know. ))

[CurlyKitGirl]

((Day extended due to the tie in votes. Susan Sto Curly will be updating. You have been warned. She will try to update at 1pm GMT give or take))

[whitehelm]

I point at GuessWho, because I flipped a coin.

[Fleeing Coward]

Points at Hexed to even out the bandwagons again.

[GuesssWho]

What did I do?

[Vampiric]

We don't know yet We'll find out soon enough, though.

[Raiser Blade]

Point at guess who

[CurlyKitGirl]

Day FOUR ends.

Evening flickered over the uneven rooftops of Ankh-Morpork as Day gratefully left the pungeunt streets and headed for safer climes. Teatime giggled as he finished playing with a little cat. Flicking its eye off the wall a final time before he heard the mob screaming for his name.
"Why, what a happy day for me. First a little cat friend; and now a lot more friends want to come play with me. This is a surprise." Slipping his knife into a recess in his clothes he strolls up to the front of the mob, smiles, bows and waves.
The famous Ankh-Morporkian mob; known for its unstoppability, stopped. The creatuure that is the mob was startled by such a . . . happy person looking at them.
Teatime tilted his head to the right and pouted. "Don't you want to play with me any more?" The tougher, more streetwise members of the mob began to edge away from Teatime. This man had a broken mind. Not even the demons would egg this one on. The smart mobsters fled. But always at the back were the yes-men.
They thrust the unwilling participants into the street after Teatime screaming for his blood. "Get the murderer! Get the Assassin!" A young Lancrian - Neville Ogg - the man responsible for remoing all the lead from Ankh-Morpork's Opera House stumbled into Teatime as he stood unafraid in the centre of Short Street.
Teatime kicked young Neville into a wall and threw his knife at the unconcious man. Neville died.
And Teatime said, "You're it!" and ran straight into the Shades. The mob ran after him but as they got deeper into the Shades the mob petered out. Only the people in the Shades, a few Assassins (angry at what Teatime did to the proud name of the Assassins Guild) and a very few die hard justice lovers carried on the pursuit.
As ight finally sidled into the city Teatime ran out of Shades. Fearlessly he plunged into the Ankh. Then screamed as he remembered what the Ankh was. He hit the river with a cruch and a glop.
The mob stared at the hole left by his body.
It slowly closed over and the crowd sighed. Then Teatime somehow leapt out of the turgid waters; grabbed hold of Nibleswick and pulled him under with one last gloop! The crowd left. Surprised but satisfied. One more danger was gone.
Susan and Death walked out onto the Ankh. "That was an idiotic way to go. He was a native Ankh-Morporkian."
YES; IT WAS.
"Archibald Te-ah-ti-me; you had another chance at life. Your life is now over." She poked the crumpled soul-body with the scythe. "Stop playing dead Te-ah-ti -me." He bounced at and smiled slightly. "You know; I thought they might have given me a chance this time. I was protecting them this time."
I KNOW MR. TEATIME. I KNOW. Susan swung the scythe of Death and Teatime left the DIscworld, ready to walk through the desert with a peaceful conscience.
"Who's winning Eclusive Possession at the moment Grandfather?"
AT THE MOMENT? IT'S FATE.
"I hope the Lady will win this one. Fate's a nasty bugger."
Susan and Death walk over to Mr. Slant's offices and into his main office. Death pokes the recumbent zombie. STRANGE TO THINK HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING YET. PERHAPS WE'LL COLLECT HIM SOON.
"His life-timer is running backwards and running full too. Unless the Trousers of Time split again I'm sure it'll be in less than a month."

• Guesswho was lynched. She was Arnold SIdeways. A Baner.
• Nibleswick was auto-lynched upon request. He was a Villager.

Guesswho was given Nibleswick's role and Nibleswick receive Guesswho's role after he announced he was dropping out.

Night FOUR begins now. ALL Night Actions are to be sent to ALL THREE narrators.

((Oh, and I'm doing this Night phase too. Get them in now and early addressed to ALL THREE narrators or else I won't count the action as real.))

[Zar Peter]

I must say that the dice rolled shortly before the pointings began. We didn't wanted the baner to die... the people wanted!

[Madmal]

I must say that the dice rolled shortly before the pointings began. We didn't wanted the baner to die... the people wanted!

((actually, the dice wanted the banner to die... wait, since when do we have a baner here? wasn't it supposed to be a "canting crow" or something? ))