The sun rises, burning off the morning mist around the town of (pick a town name people). As the people begin to exit their homes and head off to work or start their morning chores, they hear an ear-shattering scream. Running off in that direction they come across a gruesome scene. The doors of Lucky and Tormsskull's Olde Wine Shoppe have been decimated, and blood trails stain the floor.
Tormsskull is found first, torn completely in two, his red cape covering the worst of the horror. And then Lucky can be seen, his little chest pushing up in down in an attempt to hold onto life. With his last breath, he says "Werewolves!" Then he is no more.
The villagers all begin to look at one another uneasily.
*The masked llucha llama trots out of the stable, stretching his neck and then doing an quick rep of 30 push-ups to invigorate himself as he prepares to head out and continue his journey to try out for the latest Mortal Kombat tournament.*
"Alright. That was a good rest. Now to get on with the trip. I'm supposed to meet with a He pulls out a schedule and looks it over. Johnny Cage, to get a bit of training in a couple of days. You know how those Hollywood types hate to be kept waiting.
WAIT! I got big news, big plans, big ideas, bigger than Johnny Cage. I've found the perfect training right here.
comes running up to the wrestler.
This is big, its fate, its destiny!! Its opportunity! Its a one in a million chance.
That's great, but what is it? says the slightly annoyed masked ungulate. We are going to train and try to protect Earthrealm from Shao Kahn, remember.
Kid, as your manager, I feel it is my duty to be completely honest with you whenever it suits my best interests. You weren't going to win Mortal Kombat, but that's okay, because I have a better fight; one you might not die in. You don't even have to travel. This place is beset, besieged, and being attacked by werewolves. Now all we have to do is get one to fight you. Just think, Rey LLamasteryio vs the Fanged Fury. It'll be classic, it'll be big, it'll be perfection, it'll throw you into the spotlight so fast you get motion sickness.
*The manager hums happily and works out promotion details in his head while the wrestler stands there looking stunned and a little nervous.*
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I love my Ceikatars!
Vonriel walks over and picks up the cat. No, no, they was killed by werewolves, they was. Stay away from them, little kitty, just in case they carry the infection on them. He begins scratching her a little, behind the ears and around the neck. We wouldn't want you becoming a werecat, now would we?
There is a tree on the edge of the woods around the town. One tree hears the news of the dead humans and focuses its awareness on the town and its living inhabitents.
As the wind rustles through its leaves a voice is almost heard, poised on the halfway mark between comprehension and nothingness. It sounds like "Gossshhhhh. Whhhatt'ssss thisssss ttthhheeeen?"
A book hops out of a building.
Werewolf(Lupis Lycanthropus):a person who shapeshifts into a wolf or wolflike creature, either purposely, by using magic, or after being placed under a curse. They are sometimes said to be immortal.
Vonriel looks at the pathetic look the kitty is giving him and sighs. Ok, let's get you back to my house, I have some milk and some dried meat you might enjoy.. Still scratching at the kitty, he sets off for the house next door. What? Why're you looking at me like that? Hey, they set up shop next to me, I didn't move in next to them! Nevermind the fact that I knew where they were planning on setting it up..
Vonriel sets the kitty down on his front porch, assuring her he'll be right back. He goes in his house, and comes back out carrying a bottle of milk and a bowl. Setting the bowl on the porch, he fills it up with the cold milk, before returning it inside. There you go. He looks out and sees everyone pointing, and tosses his point toward the llucha llama. Crazy masked llama, nothing but trouble.
(( Yeah, douglas, die rolls are disabled in almost all the forums ))
A man dressed in a feather robe and whose forehead radiates with the light within wanders through town. His travels have brought him far, but this is truly one of the more strange places he's been to, and never has he encountered a scene of devastation like this, which moves him to speak. As he does, you realize that all his speech is in poetry.
I come upon a village, the trees themselves are crying.
A scene of death; the lycanthropes have left two good men lying
In their blood, a scene not soon dismissed, no forgetting or denying.
Some of us are mad with rage, and some of us are sighing
That this tragedy has struck our home and left two good men dying.
No evidence have we today to tell us who has lied
About their own identity, about their sinful pride.
Just raw suspicion have we here for the man who must be tried.
My point: it's Zar Peter who must pay for these two good men who've died.
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon to right of them...wait...wrong poem...
He trails off and mumbles something about screwing up his lines.
Pwenet, the owner of a small weapons shop in the Town, named simply Pwenet Morgans Weapons and Supplies, pushes out a sign indicating a sale in front of his store, indicating that everything is on sale due to the werewolves attack.
"There, that should get some more business here. Us villagers need to defend ourselves!"
Polishing one of his own personal weapons, a weapon known as "My Boomstick!", he experimentally aims it at Zar Peter as he walks by, trying to defend himself. He pulls the trigger, but the "Boomstick" clicks, for he never loaded it.
"Hmm, might need to adjust the sights a bit.
Whistling he goes back inside to check his supply of silver based weapons.
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Originally Posted by Inspectre
I'm good at making you fear the unknown. Pwenet is good at making you fear the known, which had been the unknown five minutes before he pushed you off screaming into the abyss.
Originally Posted by Kalirren
I'm feeling this real hard now.
Curse you, Pwenet. Curse you.... You had my hopes up there...
In this game it is to our advantage to stay in bandwagons. If we all vote for different people, those who are leaders will be easily identified by the were wolves and subsequently eaten. It is to the werewolves advantage to promote voting for different people despite the fact that bandwagons are normal.
Therefore I am now suspicious of Malmagor, Khaldan, douglas, and Vonriel, because they voted for different people in short order instead of one of the two people already voted for. This is only a small suspicion right now, and I think its not worth starting yet another voting line.
I point at Zar Peter. It's partly random (among those who have been voted for), and partly because he was the last passenger in Pirates.