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"Well, now that we know that Cailin was a wolf, it's obvious that morm, Firefoot, and lmp aren't wolves," stated one villager.
"We don't know that!" objected another villager. "One of them could very well be a wolf trying to look innocent." "As a matter of fact, two of them could be wolves," pointed out a third villager. "Or maybe even all three of them!" added a rather stupid villager. "Why are you all assuming Cailin is a wolf, anyway?" asked a clueless villager. "Because the phantom said so," answered a very wise villager who knew that particular answer took care of about every question in the world. "Okay, so who are we going to kill today?" questioned a villager who liked to get things done and over with. "We still need to decide," answered several unsure villagers. "Shelob!" answered several villagers who didn't want to see the phantom's narrative drag on any longer. The villagers decided to use Anguirel's sword for the execution. Shelob, the beggar, was tied face down to a table to await her death. Because everyone knew there was a chance they were wrong and Shelob was innocent, no one particularly wanted to step forward and be the executioner. So the villagers gathered in a circle around another table and spun a bottle to determine who would get to lop off Shelob's head. littlemanpoet gave the bottle a good twirl. After several seconds it came to a stop. "Well- it's pointing to you, Enca," said Fea. "Me! No way- it is so pointing to you, Fea!" "What are you talking about? The end is pointed right at you!" returned Fea while giving Enca's skirt a sly tug that made her lean closer in front of the bottle. "I think it was pointing to Fea," whispered Esty to mormegil. "Me too," added Lhuna. "Hey Fea- Esty and Lhuna think it was pointing to you!" exclaimed mormegil. "Shut up, morm!" snapped Fea. "Hey, don't kill the messenger!" countered mormegil. "That's probably what he'll say if we try to lynch him," muttered the guy who be short. "This is the most annoying village I've ever been in!" shouted the ever insulting Boromir88. Suddenly there was a loud THUNK!! The villagers turned towards Shelob in time to see her head roll off the table and onto the floor (then out of the door, through the garden, and under a bush, and was then nothing but moosh). littlemanpoet released his hand from the sword that was embedded in the table and walked off towards his quarters. "Sorry guys, but you were taking way too long. I have to get up early tomorrow to brew some more ale. G'night." After lmp was gone, Firefoot spoke up and asked, "Well, how do we tell if she was a wolf? Do wolves change after their heads are off?" "Probably not," answered Mister Underhill, "but it's quite obvious she isn't, or wasn't, a wolf." "Why is that?" everyone asked. "Because we wouldn't have been able to keep a wolf tied to a table for ten minutes while we decided who would kill it." Living-
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Score: Villagers- 9, Werewolves- 2 It is now night. Only the great and mighty Phantom may post. Wolves, Seer, Ranger- I need your picks by 12:30 AM EST.
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