Werewolf LXXII: Now There's the Truth of It! (Game Thread)

[the phantom]

Fea- what does it say about your play when your primary conversation of the day is with one of the only people who doesn't have a vote?

Nerwen- you were "deeply confused" by a mistaken tally? I would understand a bit of confusion- but "deeply"? If that's all the confusion you're capable of handling, I'd say you're in the wrong place.

Oh, and on that subject, is it a comfort to you players that you aren't the only ones screwing things up? I see the co-mod can't even keep the tallies straight. Can this thing get any worse?

Originally Posted by Alona

I swear I'll get the hang of this thing by Day 2.

That's what your mom said.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by the phantom

Fea- what does it say about your play when your primary conversation of the day is with one of the only people who doesn't have a vote?

Veni, vidi, vici.

As the person tied for most votes, I daresay I needn't be concerned who I talk to, since it clearly doesn't seem to be an issue.

[satansaloser2005]

Silence! DL!

[satansaloser2005]

Gwath is dead. He was an ordo.


Fea is your Simon for Day Two.


Wolves, gifteds, blah blah blah, gimme a few minutes to clear out my PM box then fire away as you like.

[satansaloser2005]

I'll probably add in something more about Fea being Simon but wanted to get this up so there was at least something here for you folks to look at. Narration follows.




“Hi everybody!”

“Hi Gwath!”

“You wanna lynch someone toDay?”

“Yeah! You!”

“Not again!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

And with that everyone burst into song, the rest of the crowd inching closer to Gwath as they sang.

“I’m a normal guy, I just don’t know why
You always vote me, now you ignore me
I wish I’d survive just one until Day Five
So have fun loves, trying to catch werewolves”

“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”

“I’m a normal guy, I just don’t know why
You always vote me, now you ignore me
I wish I’d survive just one until Day Five
So have fun loves, trying to catch werewolves

I'm a plain helpful ord in the harsh Werewolf world
Try to post, never boast, but still fodder”

“He’s a lynch that’s a cinch, no one keeps him around
Even when he’s a role that’s not werewolf”

“You could vote, but you won’t
See if I help you again. Neener neener!

I’m a normal guy, I just don’t know why
You always vote me, now you ignore me
I wish I’d survive just one until Day Five
So have fun loves, trying to catch werewolves”

“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”

“Gwath’s my name, just want fame, wanna be like the mods
Guys I just wanna play! I guess this is the cost”

“Come on guys, let’s surprise, no one vote him this time
If he dies with no lies that’s just normal”

“You could vote, but you won’t
See if I help you again
You could vote, but you won’t
See if I help you again”

“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”

“I’m a normal guy, I just don’t know why
They always vote me, now they ignore me
I wish I’d survive just one until Day Five
So have fun loves, trying to catch werewolves

I’m a normal guy, I just don’t know why
They always vote me, now they ignore me
I wish I’d survive just one until Day Five
So have fun loves, trying to catch werewolves”

“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Oh come on, guys!”
“Come on, Gwath, it’s time for your lynch”
“Seriously?”

Gwath tried to convince everyone to change their minds but no one would listen to him. He saw people gathering into various groups and found himself alone. “What, no one likes me?”

“Well, Gwath, it is a popularity contest!”

Gwath walked off alone, only to trip over a brick and crack his head open on the wall. As he lay bleeding the rest of the group was chattering away amongst each other, most of them gathering around Fea as she told them what she had planned for the next Day.

“Screw you too, village....”




The Dead
Shasta, his last moment made last on Night Zero (Co-Mod)
Alona, died of a broken (well, eaten) heart on Night Zero (Vote Count Girl/Co-Co-Mod)
Phantom, went out of his British mind (and then his regular one) on Night Zero (Heckler/General Trouble Maker)
Sally, didn’t dance and died on Night Zero (High Moddess)
Gwath, was brick walled on Day One (ordo)

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Also, if you can't get through to Sally, shoot a PM my way. It's what I'm for, after all.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Also, if you can't get through to Sally, shoot a PM my way. It's what I'm for, after all.

What he said. In case of absolute emergency Alona's also lurking about the place.


Now get off the game thread (and go to bed, you silly thing)!

[satansaloser2005]

“I’ve come home to find you waiting?”

Thriller shrugged. “These things do happen,” she said simply.

“Never depressed for a dramatical entrance,” Chiller added with a roll of its eyes.

Killer looked at them all expectantly. “My friends?”

Diller grinned. “A heinous crime, a show of force.” It paused. “A murder would be nice of course.”

The others nodded and Killer smiled, showing Chiller and Diller a small photograph. Thriller didn’t get a chance to see it, instead looking down to answer her phone. The others ignored her and began to discuss plans. Finally Killer borrowed her phone, blocked her number, and typed a text, taking special care to remove the ‘Miss Mira’ signature as it sent the message.

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Elsewhere Nienna was watching a movie. Her phone beeped and she looked down.

“Splendors you never have dreamed all your days will be yours.”

Nienna frowned and showed the rest of the text to the person sitting beside her. “It’s your birthday soon,” she suggested with a shrug. “Maybe it’s Lari or Shasta and they’re using someone else’s phone. I’ll check it out and talk to you later.”

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Nienna walked into the deserted warehouse, pulling out her phone to see in the dark. There was nothing in the building but dust and a few cockroaches that looked very upset at having their darkness disturbed. “Hello?” Nienna called. “Is anyone in here?”

Mira dashed in and grabbed Nienna’s arm, pulling her toward the door.

“What the- let me go! Mira, what are you doing?”

“I can’t go back there,” Mira hissed. Nienna started to say something but Mira glared at her. “His eyes will find us there,” she mumbled cryptically, tugging on Nienna’s arm again. They had made it halfway down the deserted hallway when three strange figures appeared before them. Mira stopped in her tracks, quickly letting go of Nienna’s arm. “I can’t escape,” Mira said under her breath. “I never will.” Mira fell in line beside them, her hands shaking.

Killer stared at Nienna and sighed in disgust. “We’ll take the customers that we can get,” it said with a shrug, and smiled at its compatriots.

Mira just shook her head and finally stepped toward her. “We have all been blind,” she said, putting herself between the others and Nienna.

Nienna swallowed. “Mira, what’s going on?”

“Everybody get down now,” Chiller said. “Stand up, don’t be shy.”

“Mira?” Nienna’s mouth dropped open as she saw Mira pull up her sweater to reveal a bit of sparkling fabric. Mira looked utterly miserable, while her three companions looked gleeful, all of them wearing matching jumpsuits and covered in strange fur. “Mira, what’s going on?”

“These are my friends,” said Killer. “See how they glisten. See this one shine, how he smiles in the light. My friend?”

“Tonight I set the stage,” Chiller continued when Mira remained silent. It glanced at her and sighed. “Bloodbath,” it said flatly. “It’s going to be a bloodbath.”

“But I didn’t do anything,” Nienna persisted. “Why did you trick me? Mira?”

They looked at Mira strangely and she turned to Nienna. “Can you even bear to look at me?”

Chiller slapped Mira across the face and glared at her. “Remember who you are,” it cautioned.

“Gossip’s worth its weight in gold,” Mira said, turning toward Chiller and Killer. She pointed to Nienna, stepping away from them further. “Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?”

Finally Killer stepped up to the both of them. “We all deserve to die,” it said, and thrust one of its claws into Nienna’s chest, blood beginning to pour from her almost immediately. It pulled a shot glass from its pocket, ignoring the looks from the others. “The work waits,” it said with a shrug. It smiled. “Seems an awful waste.”

Diller reached into its own pocket and produced a large bottle of vodka. “It’s not a perfect metaphor,” it admitted, grinning as it looked at Nienna, but handed the bottle to Mira anyway.

Mira stared at them all in shock. “If I agree, what horrors wait for me?”

“Mira....” Nienna fell to the ground and Mira knelt beside her. “Mira, help me....”

Instead Mira sighed. “Let me see it,” she said, gesturing toward Nienna’s chest. When Nienna pulled her hand away Mira sighed and held the shot glass up to it, waiting for it to be partly full before she pulled it away.

An hour later Mira was standing between Killer and Diller; the bottle nearly empty and her hands shaking every time she bent beside Nienna’s body.

The others watched but after a while Mira couldn’t get back up any more so Chiller took to refilling her glass for her. “It’s a thankless job, but somebody’s got to do it,” it said. Mira just glared at it. “You can never trust a monster,” it admitted, and handed her the glass.

“Think of me fondly?” Mira asked quietly. She gulped down another shot glass full of dark liquid and stumbled. She pointed to her face and smiled sadly. “This mask of death?”

“You break my friggin’ heart,” said Chiller, and turned away. The others glanced at each other then shrugged and followed Chiller out into the night.

Mira sobbed and fell to the ground beside Nienna’s corpse, watching as her old friends walked away from her. “It’s over now, the music of the night,” she whispered.

Nienna sat up suddenly, causing Mira to slide away. “No good deed goes unpunished,” she murmured, then she pulled a lighter out of her pocket, turned it on, and threw it into Mira’s hair. Mira screamed and the rest of the building began to burn as Nienna finally passed out.

Outside Killer, Diller, and Chiller watched the structure collapse. Diller giggled, doing a little dance of his own. “Smells like cumin,” he said brightly.

“Rest now my friends,” said Killer, and his two remaining companions smiled darkly at each other as they went their separate ways for the Night. As Killer walked away he frowned. “I think we shall not meet again,” he murmured, and stormed off into the night.


The Dead
Shasta, his last moment made last on Night Zero (Co-Mod)
Alona, died of a broken (well, eaten) heart on Night Zero (Vote Count Girl/Co-Co-Mod)
Phantom, went out of his British mind (and then his regular one) on Night Zero (Heckler/General Trouble Maker)
Sally, didn’t dance and died on Night Zero (High Moddess)
Gwath, was brick walled on Day One (ordo)
Nienna, brought the house down on Night One (Hunter)
Mira, died of blood alcohol poisoning on Night One (Thriller)

[Isabellkya]

Glirdan and Loslote, why would Nienna talking/agreeing with Nog make him more innocent? She may be a proven innocent, but that doesn't mean that proven innocents only trust/agree with other innocents. She didn't have seer powers, so...

Inziladun, Fea voted for Mira. but I believe she said "stick" and I believe that is Mira. #152


Pitch. When I voted.. I believe there were a bunch of people with no votes, or one vote. So instead if adding to those whom had multiple votes, I wanted to place mine with those whom had n/one so as to avoid a mass tie. I'd have to check the actual numbers, since my tally is now undecipherable as to which votes were where when I voted. lol.

That is true Nog. I've no personal connections to Nienna, nor a Hunter. I would prefer the Hunter/Nienna still be around - because then it would make the wolves sweat just a lil' more while making their kill decisions. Now, they don't have to worry about hitting the hunter, whom could be aimed at them.

If there was wolf-save-wolf voting going on, would they perhaps try to do it earlier in the Day; so as to maybe try and direct other votes that way? Or at least not hold on to all of their votes until the deadline?

With people saying they trust X person, perhaps you can elaborate on it. Why do you trust them? Instead of saying "player x: Just because".


As I said at the end of the day, yesterDay. Actually, those were my parting words, as I'd thought I was going. Yes, this is a popularity themed contest game, but don't lose sight that our goal is to catch the wolves. So trusting people just because they are your friends, or because you think they sing songs nicely. Wolves can't sing? Haven't you read The Three Little pigs story, from the POV of the wolf? (If I remember correctly, the wolf sang in it, or read a poem.)


X'd with Pitch.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Originally Posted by Isabellkya

As I said at the end of the day, yesterDay. Actually, those were my parting words, as I'd thought I was going. Yes, this is a popularity themed contest game, but don't lose sight that our goal is to catch the wolves. So trusting people just because they are your friends, or because you think they sing songs nicely. Wolves can't sing? Haven't you read The Three Little pigs story, from the POV of the wolf? (If I remember correctly, the wolf sang in it, or read a poem.)


X'd with Pitch.

We do seem to have lost sight of our goal. . . Some people are doing some very nice analyzing, but it seems to be used for finding Simons and not for hunting wolves.

As it looks right now we will probably end up lynching alot of innocent not-extremely vocal players, so Nogrod should be thrilled. A vocal player who attracts alot of suspicion, will always have a few supporters. . . and that is all you need to survive.

I think our succes in this game will rely on having active leaders (simons), unless we can come up with some other system of voting.

[satansaloser2005]

DL (and a bit of change).

Do you really need me to tell you who Lottie was? Really?


Oh, all right, fine, ruin my fun. She was Candy the Cursed Cobbler. (Aka wolf.)

[satansaloser2005]

Lottie walked in just as Fea was telling the rest of the group that she was evil. She sighed but after a moment she shrugged. “Now it’s time to die,” she said. “Death is a-”

“Yeah, she’s totally evil,” Fea was saying. “I mean really, how obvious can you get?”

“Dream or not, I could tell,” said Rune. “Soooo obvious.”

Finally Lottie had had enough and she burst into loud and obnoxious song.

Look who's evil
Look who's evil
Look who's evil now

I know you all were dreaming of or discussing me last Night
I bet you won’t be laughing when I skewer you all alive!
I'll kill your lovers I'll take your gifteds too
Then I'll take Simon and make them take votes from all of you!

Just try and get me lynched
I'll give you your own barrow
If being evil's cool
Consider me a beloved shadow
Now I'll ask you a question. No I don’t want a vote count!
Guess who?
Look who's evil now

Lottie struck a pose, her arms sticking out at her sides and her chewed-on nails ready to slash out at the nearest competitor. But no one was looking. She frowned and burst into song again.

Look who's evil
Look who's evil
Look who's evil now

I said look who's evil
Look who's evil
Look who's evil now

Izzy turned around and smiled. “Sorry, dear, did you say something?”

Lottie sighed and from above a spot light descended. She trudged into the middle of the group and the light followed her, illuminating her hand-me-down jumpsuit. Everyone turned to watch, finally paying attention to her.

I'm the girl that plays in every Werewolf game
I know I may be pretty new but I want to earn my fame

I’m rarely picked as Night kill, I never thought that I’d get turned
If the village kills off the whole wolf team they’d just all wander off looking stern

‘Cause I'm a minor werewolf, an amateur villain
I'd rip the flesh from your bones but I don’t even have claws
I haven’t killed anyone, the other players make fun...

Wilwa rolled her eyes and stomped away. “You smell!”

....Of me. Little Lottie. Oooo....The minor werewolf

Fea cleared her throat to avoid laughing and stepped up to Lottie. “But don't you see, Lottie? We've been reading your posts for the last few hours. You've parodied a whole lot just now. Just you!”

Ghostly voices chorused, “You’re telling me....”

Fea just glared at them. “Aw, you're not a minor werewolf anymore,” she said, turning back to Lottie. “You're a real baddie. And we’re going to lynch you!” Lottie smiled and the lights around them all lit up as she began to dance.

You're right! Now I see that I’m a real-life baddie
I've posted a few times and stirred up some activity
I'm a cobbler no more! My alignment’s on the slide
And now its time for this werewolf to die, die, die! Ahhhh....

And then Dun shot her in the face.

[Eönwë]

So, the hunter takes his revenge early. Most impressive, especially after only 1 Day.

It also gives us an extra Day which we are allowed to make a mistake in.