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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-16-2006, 04:08 AM

Two of the villagers, the guy who be short and Garin, honoured the memory of the dead Prophet by voting for themselves. the guy who be short went so far as to campaign for votes.

'Tch, politicians,' muttered Gurthang.

'Look at my sign!' said daga'y. 'It says "Flow!" I'm a Wolf! Lynch me!'

'He's trying to divert suspicion from himself,' Lalaith said. 'He's a Wolf! Lynch him!'

'Since he's taken the place of Nilp,' said Naria, 'and I always vote for Nilp on DAY 1, I shall vote for him.'

'Yes, yes!' cried the Nilp fan, stalker, and impersonator even more fervently. 'Lynch me!'

He had almost succeeded, but Garin stole his limelight with a more effective suicide technique, practised by generations of his kin and never having failed him once:

'I'm not a wolf, but I'll vote for myself in the memory of Nilp! But alas! what has come upon me! I hate suicidals, but I have always wanted to die. But I'm innocent! Alas! Nilp fever has come upon me!'

'Maybe I can help,' said the psychiatrist Celuien. 'But no. Let's lynch you.'

'But who shall perform caesarean for me now?!' cried the midwife.

'Don't look at me, I'm Caligula, not Julius!' answered Garin. Turning to the village, he exulted over his impending death:

'Oh, yeah! I'm batting a thousand, baby!'

And with that, the village threw lances at him, trying to pop him like the boil that they thought he was. But after his death no transformation took place. The village had killed one of their own.

The scroll of the census was changed:

Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.

Those alive are:

dancing spawn of ungoliant, a laundress
Kath, a turtle-farmer
Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally)
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories
Anguirel, a wood-madman
Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
Eonwe, a wayfaring stranger
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager

03-16-2006, 04:08 AM	#135
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	The second NIGHT comes. Two of the villagers, the guy who be short and Garin, honoured the memory of the dead Prophet by voting for themselves. the guy who be short went so far as to campaign for votes. 'Tch, politicians,' muttered Gurthang. 'Look at my sign!' said daga'y. 'It says "Flow!" I'm a Wolf! Lynch me!' 'He's trying to divert suspicion from himself,' Lalaith said. 'He's a Wolf! Lynch him!' 'Since he's taken the place of Nilp,' said Naria, 'and I always vote for Nilp on DAY 1, I shall vote for him.' 'Yes, yes!' cried the Nilp fan, stalker, and impersonator even more fervently. 'Lynch me!' He had almost succeeded, but Garin stole his limelight with a more effective suicide technique, practised by generations of his kin and never having failed him once: 'I'm not a wolf, but I'll vote for myself in the memory of Nilp! But alas! what has come upon me! I hate suicidals, but I have always wanted to die. But I'm innocent! Alas! Nilp fever has come upon me!' 'Maybe I can help,' said the psychiatrist Celuien. 'But no. Let's lynch you.' 'But who shall perform caesarean for me now?!' cried the midwife. 'Don't look at me, I'm Caligula, not Julius!' answered Garin. Turning to the village, he exulted over his impending death: 'Oh, yeah! I'm batting a thousand, baby!' And with that, the village threw lances at him, trying to pop him like the boil that they thought he was. But after his death no transformation took place. The village had killed one of their own. The scroll of the census was changed: Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT. Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY. Those alive are: dancing spawn of ungoliant, a laundress Kath, a turtle-farmer Lhunardawen, a Dark Elf (literally) Caranlondien, a lumberjack tar-ancalime, a witch Cailín, the town gossip Celuien, a psychiatrist Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer Lalaith, a rich young widow Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker Formendacil, an unemployed person littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter Glirdan, an unemployed person Farael, an escaped mental asylum internee who suffers from chronic suicidal tendency and conspiracy theories Anguirel, a wood-madman Eomer of the Rohirrim, the royal musician Gurthang, an arrowsmith the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman Eonwe, a wayfaring stranger SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good... Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 03-17-2006 at 03:40 AM.