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Night 8
That night, one of the BDers awoke to the sound of sobbing outside. Concerned, he crawled out of his sleeping bag and stepped out of his tent. By the fire pit sat a figure burying her face and crying.
“What’s the matter?” the BDer asked the sobbing shape.
“Oh, like you would care,” she replied bitterly.
“Of course I do,” he said approaching her. “I just wanna help. Tell me-“ He stopped, suddenly noticing this crying figure was a lot furrier than normal. “Wait a minute,” he realised. “You’re the werewolf.”
“Yeah yeah, I’m wolf,” she said. “Now go ahead and run away, little man. That’s what you all do.”
“Well lucky for you, I’m not like everyone else.” The BDer sat down next to the wolf and put his arms around her. “Now tell me what is wrong.”
“It’s just…nobody likes me. Everyone wants me dead. I can’t help that I like to eat people….it’s just my nature. And now that all my mates are dead, I’m all alone and I have no one to talk to.” The wolf buried her head into the BDer’s lap and sobbed loudly. “I’m so lonely!”
“There, there,” the BDer said, stroking her fur. “Everything will be alright.” He cradled the sad wolf as though she were a small child.
They sat there for several minutes. As the BDer comforted the werewolf, her sobs slowly quieted until she was silent.
Then she finally spoke in almost a whisper: “I can’t believe you actually fell for that.”
“Huh?” replied the confused BDer.
Before he realised what was happening, the wolf suddenly turned around and shoved the BDer to the ground. She giggled delightfully as she ripped open his chest and tore out his organs. Unfortunately for him, the other two BDers never heard his screams as the werewolf ate his insides.
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The next morning, three BDers emerged from their tents to find the remains of Nogrod spread out throughout the camp. The three girls looked at each other realising they were the only ones left. Yet, one of them was the wolf responsible for this mess.
This was the last day. Today they would have to do this right. Anymore mistakes…and they were goners.
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The Living:
Kitanna~the self-righteous know-it-all
Aganzir~non-anonymous neg-repper
Rikae~the person who tries to fake knowledge of the books and fails miserably
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)
Shastanis Althreduin~ chatspeak translator~became an easy target (moderator ranger)
Formendacil~ Tolkien Canonist~wasn’t very good at hiding (ordo)
Boromir88~ the one upper~made excellent firewood (hacker/wolf)
Eomer of the Rohirrim~ easily-offended trendy~his ninja moves could not match kung fu werewolf (moderator hunter)
Eönwë~ conspiracy theorist~mosquitoes loved him a little too much (ordo)
Nogrod~ the wanna-be moderator~killed by kindness (ordo)
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The final day has begun.
The three remaining may now discuss.
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