It is an early, cold winter morning in the town of Lupinsville, a small hamlet high in the Transylvanian alps. DungeonMaster77 and Joosbawx share stories of the good times, long ago, when they played games, and the fun they had. They were up earlier than any others; so early, in fact, that the sun had not yet risen, and the full moon was still shining near the horizon.
DungeonMaster77 put down his ale, and says, "Well, I guess we should get some sleep."
Joosbawx says, "Yeah, you're probably right. Hey," he stops. He looks around into the darkness outside of the torchlight by DungeonMaster77's porch. "Did you hear that?"
Dungeonmaster77 looked around. "Nah...just your imagination. We whiped that werewolf infestation out over a year ago. Heck, I don't even carry my silver dagger anymore."
Joosbawx stood up, streaching. "Right again. I haven't carried mine in months." He walked down the porch stairs, towards the road home and turned around. "Kind of makes you paranoid, though, having dealt with something that bad so close to...what? What are you looking at?" He said, looking at the horrified expression on DungeonMaster77's face.
Dungeonmaster77 was not looking at him, though. He was looking at the 10 hulking beasts and the infernal being that stood behind him. Joosbawx spun around.
"You didn't think that just because you know clerics that can raise the dead, that we'd stop tradition, did you?" said the devil, as the werewolves moved in. Joosbawx and Dungeonmaster77 didn't even get a chance to scream...
Morning comes, and as you all go about your morning business, somebody, nobody knows for sure, comes running into town, screaming.
"Joosbawx and DungeonMaster77 were slain on thier portch! There was a message written in blood on the front of DungeonMaster77's house! It read: 'Werewolves have access to raise dead too!' and it was signed by 'Your Local Spawn of Evil'. DungeonMaster77 was the only cleric in town that could bring back the dead! What do we do?"
Firstly, I want to thank Blood and Gnome Barbarian for giving me the idea that the Narrator and co-Narrator should die at the start of the game! I think that this is a tradition I will continue!
Now, all of you know the rules! It is day time after a night-time murder.
Here is the cast in alphabetical order:
[Insert Neat Username Here]
Akaziel
Alarra
Atreyu the Masked Llama
Bassetking
Blood
B-Man
Cabirus
Captain "Fluffy"
Castaras
Cathrindir
Cult of the Raven
DarkCorax
douglas
Eldritch Knight
Endeavourl
evnafets
Exachix
Flying Elephant
Gnome Barbarian
Helgraf
HyramGraff
Indurian
Ink
inky13112
Jontom Xire
janusnori
Kantur
Kirtie
Korith
Kyrian
Lord Magtok
Lucky
purple gelatinous cube o' doom
Raldor
Raistlin1040
Rason
Rumda
Selrahc
Shadow
Strategos
Thes Hunter
Vonriel
xcxcxc
Zar Peter
Zeb the Troll
ZombieRockStar
LET THE LYNCHING BEGIN!
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The Original Narrator for the SMBG "Werewolf" game WEREWOLF CENTRAL
Avatar by Sampi LET CHAOS RULE:Turquoise bicycle shoe fins actualize radishes greenly! It's not about making money, it's about taking money; destroying the status quo. Because the status...is not quo.
Um...can we get a list of players in that post somewhere?
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Dr. Cox: Newbie, if the next two words out of your mouth aren't 'See ya' then the third word will be 'Oh my god. My crotch. You've punched me in my crotch.'.
Part of II.I.
Legionary of Valor Inner Circle
OOC Mafioso
PM's for roles are on their way. I shouldn't expect that they should take too much longer to get out. Your patience is appreciated.
Edit: Kyrian, refresh your screen.
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The Original Narrator for the SMBG "Werewolf" game WEREWOLF CENTRAL
Avatar by Sampi LET CHAOS RULE:Turquoise bicycle shoe fins actualize radishes greenly! It's not about making money, it's about taking money; destroying the status quo. Because the status...is not quo.
All roles have been sent...some of them more than once. My apologies for that, as the forums became quite laggy right in the middle of the task. If you did not receive a PM then contact DM77 or Joosbawx (preferably both) as soon as possible.
"Werewolves are attacking? This can't be good!" Blood, a teenager this game, wrings his hands nervously and looks around at the village. He can't help but look at the "mess" on the porch, and has to cover his mouth to stop from vomiting.
...Who can I trust?
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Reason: Typos galore!
A young teenage girl in jeans and t-shirt comes out of her house.
Eh? What's happening? Oooo, wolves. Going to eat me? Ahh!
She runs back into her home, and comes back out a few moments later with a massive greatsword.
We need to find them! Who are they?! Who?!
In a wild panic, she swings round to point at Darkcorax.
You! Wasn't it you who did it?!
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"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."
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"You're like Pinkie Pie powered by a nuclear reactor."
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"Werewolves? Again? This isn't good." Douglas takes out his magic 8 ball and asks it who is a werewolf. "Signs point to..." [roll0] "Aha! Who's with me?" *Douglas points at Akaziel*
TheRabidWalnut promptly commits suicide, on the grounds DungeonMaster77 and Joosbawx didnt notice my post in the recruiting thread, so even if I was granted asylum in Lupinsville, it'd be obvious to all I'd be a villager.
Happy hunting y'all.
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The captain strolls out of his house deep in conversation with his familiar, Phil the mouse.
Look, all I'm saying is that maybe we should've stayed at the last town.
*Squeak?*
No, it's not that at all. It's just that...well look at the place. Out in the middle of Nowhere. Less than 50 people. No bustling streets, no one of importance. And don't get me started about the lack of a decent tavern around here.
*Squeak?*
Because you got us kicked out! I seem to remember an armed mob chasing us out the gates.
*Squeak*
I don't care if you were framed. *Sigh* Look I'm just saying that maybe we could've picked...a...better...place.
At this point the Captain comes to the scene of DM77 and Joosbaux's death.
...Well this can't be good...
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The hotel is a dingy place. The Zombie had only been staying there temporarily as he continued his tour...a couple of showdates in the village and then to move on. Stickers on his guitar case proclaiming that he had been many a place, including here.
He'd risen to grab a quick breakfast when he heard the commotion. Blood on the steps to a porch. Dripping from the wood into the ground
Now, he stares and can't help but imagine how well this terrible seen would fit a new song. He stands staring at the carnage and then glances at his fellow villagers.
I guess I might be here a bit longer than I planned...
So so far we have...Me, Exachix, DarkCorax, Akaziel, B-man and Kirtie pointed at...No sense adding further division to it...I'll go for...B-Man unless anyone has any better ideas...
(SWEET! Cas is a teenager! The role of cute fluffy kitten is open!)
A cute fluffy kitten wanders over to the llama. "Mew?"
It sees it pointing at Exachix and decides to as well. After all, llama's are cute.
The kitten rubs against the llama's leg and purrs.
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Alarra ate all my awesome and now she's always acknowledged as awe-inspiring awesome. Alliteration aside, Alarra is awesome.
The mute that hangs out in front of the bakery all the time stands up.
He holds one finger in the air for a moment.
He then mimes a *point* and then holds one finger in the air again before slicing his forefinger across his throat before pointing at Bassetking.
You gather this to mean "first to point... first to die."
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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.
"It seems that most of the animals are against Exachix..."Dr. Doolittle, the village veterinarian ponders as he sits in his office.
"Well that animals have brought me this far, I should believe them! They tend to have excellent intuition. After all, my cherished bird flew the coop just yesterday right before those horrible murders"
You're sure you had nothing to do with this?
*Squeak!*
Fine. *Sigh* I guess this means we have a pack of werewolves to deal with.
The Captain looks around, wondering who the wolves could be.
Hmm...Well if it is wolves, we're going to need more information. Phil, what evidence were you able to find?
*Squeak*
Nothing at all? Well then, what about suspects? Mysterious persons and all that?
*Squeak*
Everyone? Well that doesn't help much.
The Captain gives an exasperated sigh at the ineptitude of his familiar.
Well, with lack of any true direction, I suppose we'll just follow the bandwagon. I point at Exachix
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The white-haired man looks out the window to see the crowd gather around the dead bodies. He walks outside to see what was going on. "-cough- -cough- What's all the hubbub?" He looks around to see Exachix. "Hmm... that one seems suspicious."
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I'm VERY busy due to real life and whatnot, so I'm taking a break from all WWs and SGs. I should have warned y'all beforehand, and I apologize if I've inconvenienced any of you due to my many autolynches. I really should have stated how busy my life is.