By the time everyone was done with dinner, it was completely dark. While the BDers washed the dishes and prepared for bed,
Ka began packing her bags.
“What are you doing?” asked
Aganzir as she watched
Ka haul her backpack out of the tent.
“You know, we may have killed one wolf, but there’s still two left,”
Rikae told her.
“I know,”
Ka replied. “But all this lynch someone everyday business is rather repetitive, don’t you think? I’m bored with it, and there’s better things I could be doing.”
“Like what?”
Eomer asked.
“Like working….that’s much more useful than anything Barrow-Down related. And at least at work I won’t have the risk of getting killed each day and night.” The other BDers rolled their eyes at
Ka.
“How do we know you’re not a hacker?” asked
Kitanna.
“Because if were one, I wouldn’t be leaved,”
Ka answered simply. “Bye everyone! Good luck catching them werewolves!”
And the
Ka picked up her backpack and walked out of the camp.
Ka quickly cursed herself for forgetting to bring a flashlight. But she was too proud to go back, so she continued to stumble through the dark forest. Only moments after leaving, she came across a division in the path.
“
Which way do I go? Right or left?” she wondered to herself.
Ka couldn’t remember which way she had come from upon first arriving at the camp. That had been too many days ago and she had followed the others in front of her.
“
I think I came from….this way,” she decided and continued forward choosing the left path.
Unfortunately for poor
Ka, without a flashlight, she did not see the large signs in front of her. The sign with the arrow pointing right read “WAY OUT” while the one that pointed left read “CERTAIN DEATH.”
The camp finished cleaning up the camp for the night without
Ka in silence.
Several moments after she had left,
Sally finally spoke up: “
Ka does know
not to turn left…right?”
The other BDers stared at her, uncertain. Suddenly a loud “Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee” came from the distance followed by a SPLAT.
“I guess not,”
Nogrod replied.
The BDers ran towards the source of the sound to find themselves standing at the ledge of a cliff. They shone their flashlights at the bottom of the drop where they could vaguely see what remained of
Ka.
“Well at least we now know she was telling the truth,” said
Formendacil.
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The loss of their mate
Mithalwen was a rough blow to the werewolves, even if the extra death of an innocent sort of helped make things better. But they had to learn to go on without her, and so they would.
This night the wolves didn’t even have to seek out their next victim. She was already outside her tent, skipping around the camp while cheerfully humming to herself. The wolves approached her and as a twig snapped, she turned around only slightly surprised.
“Oh, hello guys,” she said to them happily. “Up to more mischief tonight? Who you gonna kill this time?”
“You,” the two wolves replied.
“Really?” Their victim was delighted. “It’s an honour to be your next meal, if I may say so myself. The others…they don’t even realize it.” The BDer lied down in the dirt and spread out her arms and legs. “So where do you want to begin? At my feet? Or maybe you want to take an arm? Pick anywhere….I just ask you save my eyes for last. I’d really like to watch you work, if you don’t mind.”
The wolves stared at each other, confused.
“Uhh…I think we’ll start at the middle,” one finally replied.
And so the wolves tore open their victim’s torso. The BDer watched with much excitement as they ate her liver and chewed on her intestines while she proceeded to mutter something incomprehensible.
But the wolves could understand her words as she took her last breath: “Special deals on Blackberry Pearl 8110….only $150…..comes in black or red…” And then she went still.
Suddenly the wolves realised what they had just done.
“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” said one wolf.
“Are you serious?” asked the other.
“Nah, I’m just kidding,” the wolf replied. “It’d be a waste of meat not to eat.”
And the wolves continued to tear apart their victim.
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The next morning the BDers found what little that remained of
Sally lying in the dirt. Her arms and legs were spread out and there was no sign of a struggle. At her feet, the BDers found a large can of
Spam.
Sally was the spammer.
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The Living:
Kitanna~
the self-righteous know-it-all
Aganzir~
non-anonymous neg-repper
Shastanis Althreduin~
chatspeak translator
Boromir88~
the one upper
Rikae~
the person who tries to fake knowledge of the books and fails miserably
Eomer of the Rohirrim~
easily-offended trendy
Nogrod~
the wanna-be moderator
Eönwë~
conspiracy theorist
Formendacil~
Tolkien Canonist
The Dead:
The Barrow-Wight~
took up permanent residence in a barrow (mod)
The Sixth Wizard~ grammar Nazi~
strung up in a tree (ordo)
McCaber~ does it 4 teh lulz~
made the narration much more amusing than it originally was (ordo)
The Elf-Warrior~nitpicker~
didn’t know how to float (ordo)
Nerwen~ rabid fangirl~
willingly traded her life for an autographed Legolas poster (hacker/werewolf)
Kath~artiste~
wrote her last poem (ordo)
Nilpaurion Felagund~ Ainulindalë Addict~
had a mouthful of dynamite (ordo)
Durelin~ Unreliable RPG Addict~
made a delicious s’more (moderator seer)
Mithalwen~ therapist~
provided a satisfying meal while keeping her BDers warm (hacker/wolf)
THE Ka~Artful Dodger~
took a wrong turn (ordo)
satansaloser2005~a fan of everything but Tolkien~
suffered from a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome (spammer/cobbler)
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Day 5 has begun.
Wolves stop PMing. Everyone may now discuss.