WWCIII is starting! Please do not post here unless you are signed up for the game. The registration thread was here, and we have 44 players. I will be narrating, and Goblin Music is the co-narrator. The introduction to the game and The Rules are in the registration thread, for those who wish to read them.
If you are on the registration list and have not received your role, PM me ASAP.
Another normal afternoon in Howlmoon Village for all those there. Daily business proceeds as normal; merchants sell their products, farmers tend to their fields and sell their crops, fishermen fish and hunters hunt, and Old Man Goblin Music tells his usual stories to the little ones, his back against a tree and the children sitting around him.
He tells a story of a village only a couple miles from Howlmoon, where werewolves sabotaged the villagers and conned them into hanging each other out of suspicion while killing them in the night one by one. The children stop and stare in awe as they listen, and even Blood, a merchant specializing in selling warm and fuzzy winter clothing, stops during his daily walk to listen to the terrifying story. The kids plead for more after Goblin Music reads his intro, and he grins and continues, going into detail and talking for over an hour as he talks the children and the merchant through everything that had happened. When he finished, it began to grow dark, and he ushered the children back to their respective homes.
Blood grins at Goblin Music as night falls around them. "That was some great storytelling, but where did you find that fantasy tale? Surely you didn't make it up on the spot, that would-" He suddenly stops short, a glinting metal object protruding from his throat. The old man stops and looks at Blood for a second or two, gaping with his mouth half-open in confusion, and then the object comes out the back of the throat. Blood falls to the ground, to show a pack of werewolves behind him, one with a bloody claw. Goblin Music stands there in shock, and one of the wolves remarks, "Fantasy tale? I'm insulted."
The next morning, the villagers awake to find Blood lying on the ground in front of the tree, with pools of blood all around him. Goblin Music is pinned to the tree by the arms and legs, which are tied all the way around the tree. His eyes are gouged out, and remnants of his very respected brain seem to be scattered around on the ground.
Blood and Goblin Music, the narrators, have been killed by Werewolves. Day 1 begins and will end Saturday at 4 PM EST (-5 GMT).
And we're off. You all know the rules, or, if you don't, you can check the other thread. Good luck, all! From now on, each Day will be updated every other day at 4 PM EST (-5 GMT), and each Night will be updated at the same time, but every day rather than every other day (Days have more activity than Nights). If anyone has objections, please PM me.
After being alerted to the rules of WWClassic, here are my number lists: we had 9 Werewolves (including the Devil) at the beginning of the game, and 6 Masons. Then there's the Seer, the Baner, the Fool, and everyone else is a Villager (around 25 or so Villagers).
Dead (37, including narrators): Blood, a narrator, was killed by Wolves on Day/Night 0. Goblin Music, a narrator, was killed by Wolves on Day/Night 0. Tormsskull, a Villager, was lynched on Day 1. Supagoof, a Villager, was killed by Wolves on Night 1. Endeavourl, a Wolf, was lynched on Day 2. Weebl, a Mason, was auto-lynched on Day 2. EloquentRune, a Mason, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Purple gelatinous cube o' doom, a Mason, was auto-lynched on Day 2. DarkLightDragon, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Xylric, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Captain van der Decken, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Thevorpalbunny, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Frigs, a Wolf, was auto-lynched on Day 2. Eldritch Knight, a Villager, was killed by Wolves on Night 2. Zar Peter, a Wolf, was lynched on Day 3.
No one was killed on Night 3, thanks to the Baner. Joosbawx, a Villager, was lynched on Day 4. Zeb the Troll, a Villager, was killed by Wolves on Night 4. Rumda, a Villager, was lynched on Day 5. B-man, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 5. Lucky, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 5. Selrahc, a Villager, was auto-lynched on Day 5. Inky13112, a Wolf, was auto-lynched on Day 5. Helgraf, a Villager, was killed by Wolves on Night 5. Shadow, a Wolf, was lynched on Day 6.
No one was killed on Night 6, thanks to the Baner. Thes Hunter, the Devil, was lynched on Day 7. Jontom Xire, a Villager, was killed by Wolves on Night 7. Cult_of_the_Raven, a Wolf, was lynched on Day 8. Exachix, the Baner, was killed by Wolves on Night 8. Gezina, a Villager, was auto-killed on Night 8. Krursk, a Villager, was auto-killed on Night 8. Vespe Ratavo, a Villager, was auto-killed on Night 8. Miatog, a Mason, was auto-killed on Night 8. Raldor, a Wolf, was lynched on Day 9. Atreyu the Masked Llama, the Seer, was killed by Wolves (Wolf) on Night 9. Raistlin1040, a Villager, was lynched on Day 10. [Insert Neat Username Here], the Fool, was killed by Wolves on Night 10. Kyrian, a (the last) Wolf, was lynched on Day 11. Villagers win!
Castaras goes sickly green and runs behind one of the bushes. Retching sounds can be heard, loud and clear.
__________________ "I'm just going on motive and opportunity here and the fact that if the earth got swallowed by a black hole, I'd look suspiciously in your direction first."
~ Timberwolf
"After the first day we universally agreed that she was banned from fire thereafter. The second day she ended up with the power to create 5 extra copies of herself."
~ Heliomance
"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
~ Lix Lorn
At the sound of the commotion Thes stops pulling up her crab cages and comes over to see the horrifying scene.
Since her retirement from the army she has stopped wearing her sword and platemail, when she settled here in this sleepy little village. Only her military training keeps her from hitting the bushes like Castaras.
She looks around for clues on who might have caused this.
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I am currently concentrating on RL stuffs. If you need me PM me.
Castaras staggers out from the bushes, looking less green yet feeling very green. She tries not to retch again as she staggers over to the back of the crowd. To get the game going, she rolls for a person to question.
[roll0]
The dice land, and Castaras raises a finger and points to Supagoof.
Eh, who are you? Did you do this?
__________________ "I'm just going on motive and opportunity here and the fact that if the earth got swallowed by a black hole, I'd look suspiciously in your direction first."
~ Timberwolf
"After the first day we universally agreed that she was banned from fire thereafter. The second day she ended up with the power to create 5 extra copies of herself."
~ Heliomance
"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
~ Lix Lorn
Zar Peter happily opens the door of his little hut, steps out and, with a little song on his lips, is heading to work.
[sing] I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK, I sleep all night and I work all day...[/sing]
When he arrives at the tree and see the two bodies his face frowns.
What... what happened here? Who's that? I so liked the stories of the old man.
He takes a deep breath.
Whoever is responsible for this will taste the flavour of my axe, I swear!
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Avatar by the great Lord Herman. Many, many thanks!
Empress Catherine by Dr. Bath!
Castaras made the PiratZarrrrr. Thank you very much!
Father T observes the grotesque scene with a face of stone. "Worry not my children, for they have passed into a better place. As the Orange Book says and so do I quoth 'Life is but a fleeting thing, carrying no more weight than a feather. Be true to Orange and thou shall recieve life everlasting'."
With that Father T's eyes fall upon Castaras. "You have no evidence upon which to make such an accusation, yet still you seek to condem this poor man to the fate of death? Games of chance are the work of the evil Purple. You aren't a follower of Purple are you?"
Tormsskull points at Castaras.
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Castaras grumbles, still feeling sick and a bit green. She mutters something about first to vote first to die.
__________________ "I'm just going on motive and opportunity here and the fact that if the earth got swallowed by a black hole, I'd look suspiciously in your direction first."
~ Timberwolf
"After the first day we universally agreed that she was banned from fire thereafter. The second day she ended up with the power to create 5 extra copies of herself."
~ Heliomance
"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
~ Lix Lorn
*From the nearby woods comes something crashing through the bushes. Everyone who hears it tenses, expecting some horrible creature, what they see may very well be a horrible creature. Its a strange horse-like creature with yellow fur and a bizarre tail. Its dragging the body of a boy about 13 years old who looks like he has been clawed and gnawed on by wild animals. The boy is obviously dead. The creature nuzzles the boy and looks to the crowd yelling "CHU! CHU! LLAMACHU!" *Its tone seems to be worried and frantic*
__________________ inner circle Legionary of Resiliance
I love my Ceikatars!
A pokemon?!?! KILL! THOSE THINGS ARE EVIL SADISTIC -
Foam appears round her mouth as she rages. The men and women in white coats carefully redirect her finger back to the one she was pointing at before. She slowly calms down.
__________________ "I'm just going on motive and opportunity here and the fact that if the earth got swallowed by a black hole, I'd look suspiciously in your direction first."
~ Timberwolf
"After the first day we universally agreed that she was banned from fire thereafter. The second day she ended up with the power to create 5 extra copies of herself."
~ Heliomance
"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
~ Lix Lorn
Shadow, as he's known by the village because of the usual hours of his work, comes out of his shed at Korith's call for an undertaker. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he makes his way to the gruesome sight.
"What could have caused this? I haven't seen anything like this since I was in....
Oh, no....
Let me take a closer look....
Oh.... No....
I'm afraid that I won't be protecting the graveyard from midnight looters much in the coming days. I've seen this before. In Freeport."
The gravedigger and cemetary caretaker that the children call Shadow solemnly goes off to his shed for his shovel.
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Spoiler
LLama says: 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. Duos says: I've read the archives... and Shadow frankly scares the bejeesus outta me. It's like playing with a
hypothetical cross of Lex Luthor and professor Moriarty.
If he was made of SPIDERS.
Castaras looks up, insanity now gone. Carefully avoiding the pokemonllama she turns to Tormsskull.
Anti purple eh? And pointing at the first to point as well...
Points at Tormsskull.
__________________ "I'm just going on motive and opportunity here and the fact that if the earth got swallowed by a black hole, I'd look suspiciously in your direction first."
~ Timberwolf
"After the first day we universally agreed that she was banned from fire thereafter. The second day she ended up with the power to create 5 extra copies of herself."
~ Heliomance
"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
~ Lix Lorn
It seems like Tormsskull got the right idea, but he thinks too small we need to strike at the source instead of his delusional followers. Purple must die! Rumda points at purple (gelatinous cube o' doom)
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Quote:
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad
Spiderman ((Just to completly screw with the Van Helsing theme)) comes out.
Blood and Goblin Music are dead? They went like heros like my Uncle Ben. Just like he used to say, with great power comes great responsibility. Now, my spider senses are tingling! Let's get Tormsskull.
(sigh...okay, I've got guests coming into town tonight then I'm heading out for the weekend. Not sure if I'll get to post, so I'm posting now and that'll be it for me for a bit.)
*The pokemon starts dragging the body of its trainer into the town, bleating for some help. Whenever Castaras hollers evil things at it, it starts to spark, but soon stops as it doesn't have the energy. It continues to drag the body to the building it thinks may be a hospital, as it passes (ummmm....)Korith it bleats in an angry tone*
__________________ inner circle Legionary of Resiliance
I love my Ceikatars!
Raldor lurches to the side and vomits towards a shrub.
Yech, but at least it does help fertilize the shrubs.
Raldor turns to Tormsskull.
You dare to insult the almighty Purple? Death to the orange worshiper!
Raldor points a twig at Tormsskull
He then begins pruning a shrub far away from the gore.
(( I hate day 1, but maybe this is the game we get a wolf/pirate/mafia/Paladin/alien on day 1 and then there will be much rejoicing! It's gotta happen sometime! ))
First Vampires. Now Werewolves. Why me? Oh well..... I may be just a friar, but even I know wolves hunt in packs... And he seems as much of a threat as anybody.
EK points at Tormskull
(Most main characters are still available, if you want in on the Van Helsing theme)
Vespe teleports into the town square. Hmm... it appears my spells are on the fritz again. I said 5995.583583, not 5995.583584... ah well. Saves the trouble from walking all three feet from my house. He starts eating some potato soup and bread. You all are making far too many accusations far too quickly. Now, here are the qualities of a Werewolf. *pulls out chart*
*They're hairy, so we should point at people with long hair.
*They're always hungry, so we should point at people who eat.
*They're wolves, so we should point at nature loving types, like elves.... wait a minute...
*hurriedly packs away chart*
Er.. disregard everything I just said. He runs back into his house.
From roads a stranger with a brimmed hat with long hair coming out of the back and a long trenchcoat walks in taking a quick survey of the surrounding area. He has a chain with a cross around his neck, a crossbow by his side and a sword sheathed on his back.
"It seems to me that you have a werewolf problem. I'm something you might call an expert in those areas."
With that he looks around the dead bodies for clues.
Endeavourl sets off for the marketplace, his cart full of fresh picked vegetables to sell at his humble veggie stall.
As he approaches the center of town, he sees the crowd of villagers gathered around, some with faces painted with horror, others pointing and shouting.
raven, a cheese salesman this time, pops out of her shop. Noticing that her good friend, goblin music, is dead, she quickly bursts into tears. If only i wasn't fresh out of wensleydale! He would still be alive! she notices people jumping on a bandwagon. she points her finger. Kantur! you are suspicious! you joined the bandwagon right at prime werewolf-voting position! I know this from my good friend - the storyteller who is now dead. what do you have to say in your defense?
(sigh...okay, I've got guests coming into town tonight then I'm heading out for the weekend. Not sure if I'll get to post, so I'm posting now and that'll be it for me for a bit.)
((Muuuhaaaa, if you only knew the power of being able to get yourself lynched when you know you are going to be going out of town :P See ya tomorrow sometime :P))
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