Fun House! (A Werewolf Game - Now Playing)

[Dirk Kris]

"Hey kid, how 'bouts you be's ythe fishman fer today, an I'll throws rocks at youse. Sound fun? Fun fer me. Teehee."

The freakishly webbed hand of the Fish-man grabs Dirk Kris' shoulder. The tourquoise-scaled freak then guzzles some more of his beer. Seconds later the beer splashes out the gills slits on the sides of his bare chest, of course, but hey, it's the thought that counts. The fins on his head wobble as his head sways.

The kid's eyes go wide at the sight of an ACTUAL fishman. His display with the beer leaves him in a stunned stupor, his eyes following the liquid from the gill slits to the ground and back again. His head turns slowly, of its own accord, to see the scaly hand on his shoulder. Uttering a high-pitched scream, the kid jerks away. He trips over his own feet and sprawls out on the dusty ground. Collecting his (few) wits, he gets up and runs towards the games section of the fair.
OHMYGODIT'SFREAKINREAL!

[UncleWolf]

*Gives cookies to*

Truce? Or should I put away the antidote to the arsenic?

Truce.
Besides, I've built up a resistance to arsenic.

[Alarra]

The carnival is a buzz all day with people trying to figure out what happened to Zeb. People bustle here and there and the possibility of a mystery doesn't seem to put any of them off of the festivities.

At one point, man comes shuffling through the crowd, mumbling to himself, "shot, hand, severed hand, shot, heard shot... Initially people think he's just weird, but after awhile, they begin to think that maybe he knows something.

Zeb musta been shot!

Yeah! Someone shot her!...him!....her?

The rest of the crowd heartily agrees and they turn in unison to look at the one member of the crowd toting around a gun.

"What?"

"Get im!

"Crap."

Reinholdt takes off at a run, the rest of the carnival goers following quickly behind. A comical chase ensues, but alas, the poor kitten was eventually captured.

"I'm innocent! I swear!"

And, as it turns out, he was. Reinholdt was a simple village cat and had nothing to do with the poor dwarf's disappearance.

Summary: Reinholdt was lynched. He was a carnival goer (villager).

Night 1 begins. Please send all actions to Zeb The Troll and Alarra. Night will end in ~ 24 hours.

[Reinholdt]

((But...but... aww man. I was really enjoying this one. Finally get back into RPing with this game and *grumble*))
Reinholdt gets Sheelah to his tent before hearing the crowd outside. "Hide here until you're able to run from this place. I'll go draw them off so you'll be safe. I'll just make a nuisance of myself until they want reparations for property damage. Don't look at me like that. I'm a cat, I'll be fine. I doubt they'll catch me. Besides I have nine lives. I'll be back soon." He didn't bother telling her he had already used up eight of them just getting to where he was today.

Reinholdt steps outside his tent and moves toward the growing crowd, unsure of what exactly was going on.

The rest of the crowd heartily agrees and they turn in unison to look at the one member of the crowd toting around a gun.

"What?"

"Get im!

"Crap."

Reinholdt takes off at a run, the rest of the carnival goers following quickly behind. A comical chase ensues, but alas, the poor kitten was eventually captured.

"I'm innocent! I swear!"

And, as it turns out, he was. Reinholdt was a simple village cat and had nothing to do with the poor dwarf's disappearance.

[Fawkes]

Poor widdle kitty.

[Raiser Blade]

Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!



:D

[Shadow]

Last chance to take me up on my offer!

I'll be PMing the list to the lucky winner one that I decide to trust the most shortly.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Last chance to take me up on my offer!

I'll be PMing the list to the lucky winner one that I decide to trust the most shortly.

ooooh, oooh, pick me. I was almost killed. That means I'm good!!

[Xykon_Fan]

((Pick me on no basis whatsoever! w00t!))
So, Wolfsbane, who shall we terrorize next?
XF wanders into a tent and gets caught and put on display for an exhibit.

Content inside his moderately-sized cage, he curls up to go to sleep.

[Fawkes]

Pick me! I probably won't sell the information for a root beer float!

[Lex-Kat]

OMG!!! Why can't I ever get a good RP in these games. Couldn't you guys wait a few days before you kill off the RPers??

((But...but... aww man. I was really enjoying this one. Finally get back into RPing with this game and *grumble*))
Reinholdt gets Sheelah to his tent before hearing the crowd outside. "Hide here until you're able to run from this place. I'll go draw them off so you'll be safe. I'll just make a nuisance of myself until they want reparations for property damage. Don't look at me like that. I'm a cat, I'll be fine. I doubt they'll catch me. Besides I have nine lives. I'll be back soon." He didn't bother telling her he had already used up eight of them just getting to where he was today.

Reinholdt steps outside his tent and moves toward the growing crowd, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Sheelah watches her savior walk out, then watches as the crowd gathers around him. When he takes off running, she leaps out of the tent to save him, but her legs are still too weak, and she falls into the mud. She can do nothing but watch with horror as they finally catch him, and take him away.

She crawls back into the tent, and cries herself to sleep. Knowing that no one will RP with her player anymore, because RPers seem to get killed very quickly in these games.

[UncleWolf]

OMG!!! Why can't I ever get a good RP in these games. Couldn't you guys wait a few days before you kill off the RPers??

Sheelah watches her savior walk out, then watches as the crowd gathers around him. When he takes off running, she leaps out of the tent to save him, but her legs are still too weak, and she falls into the mud. She can do nothing but watch with horror as they finally catch him, and take him away.

She crawls back into the tent, and cries herself to sleep. Knowing that no one will RP with her player anymore, because RPers seem to get killed very quickly in these games.

Hey, I RP and I'm not dead...yet

@Shadow: I really don't see the point in begging for the list, but I hope you do give it to me.

[Fawkes]

Little Jimmy watches sadly as they kitty goes away. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a little splash of mud.

That way, Llama!

[Supagoof]

Of course, the game would also have been more balanced if you all would learn not to trust Shadow no matter what game he's in or role he has.

I'm coming after you Shadow. Your up to something again, and I'm going to make sure it won't work.

[Fawkes]

The llama trots over to where Jimmy saw the splash of mud. Jimmy hops off and looks into the mud. Nothing's there, but a trail of mud leads into the tent. Jimmy peeks into the tent and looks around.

"Hellooooo? Is someone here?

[Hyozo]

((But...but... aww man. I was really enjoying this one. Finally get back into RPing with this game and *grumble*))

Technically it never said you were dead. You can (probably) still RP, you just can't vote or give any relevant information.

Also, I guess this leaves me as the person Aether is going to go to for help. I'll probably make a post where I meet him in a few hours, but I have to go to class soon.

[Aether]

((Who exactly is the guy in charge of the carnival? Do we have someone who's going to, or has and I just haven't noticed, take up that role, or would Alarra want to pick that part?))

Aether can only stare in disbelief at the mob in action. Oh, you have got to be freaking kidding me. I wanted to get to Reinholdt first because despite being a *shudder* cat with a gun, he seemed reliable.. did I say something to alarm the killer? Did somebody manipulate the mob to lynch him because I wanted to contact him, or because s/he also decided to go after one of the few people here with a gun?

Christ, this is BS.. Ugh, I'm going to head back to where I last saw him.. starting with where Lex-Kat's, ugh, exhibit. I might want to consider recovering my juggling and throwing knives while I'm here... Yes, I think "Aether, the Heroic 10-Fingered Blind Knife Thrower and Juggler!!" might just make an early appearance. Aether slips the brass knuckles off his fist as well as the switchknife, and places his mace can within easy reach again. He sits back for a moment to rest and collect his thoughts.

Alright, so far I've not done much besides ramble on paranoidally.. I need to figure out what to do besides get my knives back. There are quite a few "freakish" and odd people in our carnival... but there are also people who are genuinely "freakish" beyond the normal human limit. Well, it's going to be late soon, so... Should I urge everybody to go home? Or just quite them down so the cops can get everybody's statements? I'm really the only one who knows anything, but whomever did the deed might still be hanging around... but where to place every-- "Wait, of course... The, ugh, the... goddamit, the biggest pavilion that'll have the clowns, tumblers and gymnasts performing starting tomorrow. We got it up early today along with pretty much every other tent, grumblegrumblecheapskate .. so we could fit just about everybody in there."

I just need to make sure nobody leaves the tent to go to the bathroom in groups of less than 3, and that the cops watch to make sure no one gets in or out... or manages to wreck the tent. No way am I having it collapse or be set on fire. If I am an Evil Overlord, I will have my minions patrol in threes--and they will treat every alarm as a full blown invasion, and they will have clear plexiglass helmets and costumized uniforms specialized to fit them only! The cops should probably be arriving by now... I'm going to go and try to calm people down and gather them up with ice cream and inform the cops.


Who takes a stage name like "10-Fingered"? Somebody who looks like they should have eleven fingers.. I love that 6-fingered glove; the look on peoples' faces is priceless...

((Heh, maybe future lynchings will be arrests for suspicion... of course if too many are arrested, nobody'll manage to round up the ACTUAL bad guys...
... I can't wait to hear how despite my precautions people'll end up dying during the night as well. "GodDAMMIT! If people are being killed off anyway is it too much to ask that they NOT MAKE IT EASY for the killers? GENTLEMEN! There will be no fooling around here---this is the... carnival...*facepalm*"))

[Haruki-kun]

((ACK! I hadn't realized this game had started!))

[Lex-Kat]

The llama trots over to where Jimmy saw the splash of mud. Jimmy hops off and looks into the mud. Nothing's there, but a trail of mud leads into the tent. Jimmy peeks into the tent and looks around.

"Hellooooo? Is someone here?

In one corner, Jimmy will see two yellow eyes glowing back at him. Ko jūs gribat? It is a growly feminine voice. He may detect a hint of fear in the voice.

[Dirk Kris]

The emo-looking teenage boy, exhausted from his mad flight away from the fishman, stumbles over a rock as he looks over his shoulder to see if he's being chased. He makes a mad, sprawling leap and skids across the ground so that he ends up half inside a tent. Shaking his head and looking around, he sees a little boy and some yellow eyes. Then he hears a soft growly noise.
"Aw, man, what did I do now?!"

((I'll RP with you, Lex-kat!))

[Alarra]

Dawn breaks. It's time to get started again trying to figure out what has happened and unravel the mystery.

Everyone heads to the food court for some breakfast and coffee to get their minds working, and maybe overhear some clues.

From the petting zoo area there comes a very LOUD, unearthly noise which causes quite a stir amongst the other animals.

BLEAT! BLEEEEEAT!!!

The crowd runs to see what's going on and sees the llama running in circles in his pen. In the center of the pen the they notice tracks that are decidedly not llama tracks.

But wait, there's a third set? And what's that shining thing over there? Closer inspection reveals what appears to be an empty container of pepper spray.

Summary: No one died.
Day 2 begins.

[Emperor Demonking]

Dallas Dakota - Same reason as yesterday.

[banjo1985]

The really bad chainsaw juggler is starting to feel Tired 'n' Drowsy from blood loss.

[UncleWolf]

@Alarra: I will not be able to log onto the Internet for a little over a week come this Friday. Could I have immunity from being autolynched? If not, that's okay, just make my death funny.

[Fawkes]

Dawn breaks. It's time to get started again trying to figure out what has happened and unravel the mystery.

Everyone heads to the food court for some breakfast and coffee to get their minds working, and maybe overhear some clues.

From the petting zoo area there comes a very LOUD, unearthly noise which causes quite a stir amongst the other animals.

BLEAT! BLEEEEEAT!!!

The crowd runs to see what's going on and sees the llama running in circles in his pen. In the center of the pen the they notice tracks that are decidedly not llama tracks.

But wait, there's a third set? And what's that shining thing over there? Closer inspection reveals what appears to be an empty container of pepper spray.

Summary: No one died.
Day 2 begins.

Wait, no one died? How is that possible?

Also, the llama jumped the petting zoo fence.

[Shadowcaller]

Wait, no one died? How is that possible?

Also, the llama jumped the petting zoo fence.

Some narrators write that when the baner succesfully protects a player or when the voider in this case voids the killer.

That seems quite likely in this game, or we just got a non-active killer on our hands, remember that this is a blind game and the killer is the only player that must keep in check of night kills.

[Fawkes]

Oh, we don't get to see if someone was targeted but baned? Laaame.

Man, how lucky would that be if the killer keeps forgetting to night kill?

[Emperor Demonking]

Narrators - What will we see if the wolves are voided? If the baner protects?

[Supagoof]

Well, let's get this day started right.

I'll assume Llama was attacked. I'm also going to assume baned since pepper spray was used, as pepper spray is neither yummy or goopy and something a soccer mom would more then likely carry.

So, given that Shadow has collected a large amount of information openly, and wasn't the one targeted....

Supagoof points at Shadow!

You've been trying to put llama's blood on his own hooves since Mafia 4!

[Fawkes]

I'll assume Llama was attacked. I'm also going to assume baned since pepper spray was used, as pepper spray is neither yummy or goopy and something a soccer mom would more then likely carry.

Ohhhh, I get it now. Thanks, goof.