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malkatoj · 10-20-2005, 07:34 PM

The villagers gathered in the square yet again, hoping tonight that they would kill a wolf and not lose one of their own. After some discussion, they settled on Rune Son of Bjarne. His traveling ways made them suspicious.

“But how to kill a traveling cheese juggler?” they all wondered. They sat for a long time, pondering their dilemma—not whom to kill, but how. Until finally…

“Well, bombs are fairly accurate,” ventured Wilwarin. “We could build a bomb and then drop it on him. So he’d die.” The rest of the village agreed and turned to look at Wayne, who stared back at them, wondering about his task.

“Wayne, you must bring us…a Tactical Nuke!” they told him, in unison.

“But that’ll kill us all!” he protested.

“Well, then, Mr Scientist, you’ll have to find a way to keep us alive.”

“We could…ummmm…lie on the floor. With paper bags over our heads. If we do that, then a bomb won’t kill us.” The villagers agreed and Wayne set off to complete his mission. Just then, Sotty stepped forward.

“Well, excuse me, villagers, but it seems that we’d like to have him in the right place. We’ll need some kind of an attraction for him. I was just thinking, well, I could have my students hold a cheese-juggling contest. It would be sure to draw him,” she said. After they consented, she added another part to her plan. “I just realized, wouldn’t it make sense for the bomb to be made of cheese? It could at least look like it is. My younger students could make a giant cheese to go around it,” she volunteered. The villagers applauded the ideas and the children set to work immediately on the cheese contest and costume.

Meanwhile, Wayne was finishing up with the bomb. When the students came with the cheese costume for it, they applied it and prepared for the death.

Rune was winning the cheese-juggling contest by far, as none of the students had any experience in juggling cheese. When he was announced the winner, the Tactical Cheese Nuke was rolled down the hill to him under the guise of a trophy. The rest of the villagers ran away and put paper bags on their heads, but they heard the explosion.

They stood up one by one and went to look for remains of Rune’s body. Nobody found anything, until finally…

“A tail,” said Tar-ancalime. “People don’t have tails.”

The villagers, at this point, knew that they had indeed killed a wolf. They all went home and lived happily ever after…until TOMORROW.

ALIVE:
Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.'
Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly
WaynetheGoblin. Scientist.
Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield.
Sotty. School teacher
Tar-ancalime. Crone.
Eonwe. Friendly undertaker.
Holbytlass, f. tanner.
Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects.
THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher.
Kitanna. Historian.

DEAD:
Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1
Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one.
Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one.
Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two.
Rune Son of Bjarne (wolf) Blasted to shreds by a Tactical Cheese Nuke, DAY two.

**please note that names mentioned in the deaths have nothing to do with anything unless they're the names of the people who died**

IT IS NOW NIGHT. I need a name from the wolves, seer, hunter and ranger by 9:00 GMT-5 tomorrow (That's 1 AM GMT).

10-20-2005, 07:34 PM	#122
malkatoj Wight Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A hovel in Florin Posts: 173	Good night, and thank you The villagers gathered in the square yet again, hoping tonight that they would kill a wolf and not lose one of their own. After some discussion, they settled on Rune Son of Bjarne. His traveling ways made them suspicious. “But how to kill a traveling cheese juggler?” they all wondered. They sat for a long time, pondering their dilemma—not whom to kill, but how. Until finally… “Well, bombs are fairly accurate,” ventured Wilwarin. “We could build a bomb and then drop it on him. So he’d die.” The rest of the village agreed and turned to look at Wayne, who stared back at them, wondering about his task. “Wayne, you must bring us…a Tactical Nuke!” they told him, in unison. “But that’ll kill us all!” he protested. “Well, then, Mr Scientist, you’ll have to find a way to keep us alive.” “We could…ummmm…lie on the floor. With paper bags over our heads. If we do that, then a bomb won’t kill us.” The villagers agreed and Wayne set off to complete his mission. Just then, Sotty stepped forward. “Well, excuse me, villagers, but it seems that we’d like to have him in the right place. We’ll need some kind of an attraction for him. I was just thinking, well, I could have my students hold a cheese-juggling contest. It would be sure to draw him,” she said. After they consented, she added another part to her plan. “I just realized, wouldn’t it make sense for the bomb to be made of cheese? It could at least look like it is. My younger students could make a giant cheese to go around it,” she volunteered. The villagers applauded the ideas and the children set to work immediately on the cheese contest and costume. Meanwhile, Wayne was finishing up with the bomb. When the students came with the cheese costume for it, they applied it and prepared for the death. Rune was winning the cheese-juggling contest by far, as none of the students had any experience in juggling cheese. When he was announced the winner, the Tactical Cheese Nuke was rolled down the hill to him under the guise of a trophy. The rest of the villagers ran away and put paper bags on their heads, but they heard the explosion. They stood up one by one and went to look for remains of Rune’s body. Nobody found anything, until finally… “A tail,” said Tar-ancalime. “People don’t have tails.” The villagers, at this point, knew that they had indeed killed a wolf. They all went home and lived happily ever after…until TOMORROW. ALIVE: Bergil, m. A 'Superstitious Guy.' Wilwarin538, f. that crazy girl who wants to be a butterfly WaynetheGoblin. Scientist. Sleepy Ranger. Explorer from out of town who gets stuck in Lower Tadfield. Sotty. School teacher Tar-ancalime. Crone. Eonwe. Friendly undertaker. Holbytlass, f. tanner. Hiriel. Connoisseur of pointy objects. THE Ka. Ophelious Philosopher. Kitanna. Historian. DEAD: Malkatoj (mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 AbercrombieOfRohan (backup mod) Eaten by one-winged Balrog or Wolf or Something, Night 1 Glirdan (ordinary) Shot with a 24-carat gold bullet on DAY one. Márcolië Lamen (Shelob/Mytho) Vanished from ever having existed in Lower Tadfield on DAY one. Gurthang (ordinary) Mauled by werewolves on NIGHT two. Rune Son of Bjarne (wolf) Blasted to shreds by a Tactical Cheese Nuke, DAY two. please note that names mentioned in the deaths have nothing to do with anything unless they're the names of the people who died IT IS NOW NIGHT. I need a name from the wolves, seer, hunter and ranger by 9:00 GMT-5 tomorrow (That's 1 AM GMT). __________________ Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do--Go through his clothes and look for loose change.