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[WW] Simple Werewolville Mach 2 - Game Over, wolves win.
- Thread starter chrmjenkins
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Me too, but what do I know.
iBookG4User
You and I are on the same wavelength. There is something suspicious about this user.
I have a funny feeling I might be werewolf food tonight...
I just took a look back at the first vote from this thread. Of the remaining villagers, Mexbearpig, NathanMuir, and Intell are the only ones who voted for jav6454. With that in mind it seems fairly logical that those who did not vote for jav6454 to move the game along would normal villagers. The wolves would want the majority to be reached as quickly as possible and thus would fit right in to the mob mentality to blend in.
With this I am going to vote for Mexbearpig.
(I changed my vote to Intell)
With this I am going to vote for Mexbearpig.
(I changed my vote to Intell)
You are very analytical in your thinking. From you list Intell would be my first choice.
I find your cool, suave approach too precise. If you are a werewolf then you wouldn't purposely pick Mexbearpig which means NathanMuir, Intell and the others are possibilities of being a werewolf.
Im surprised you didnt vote for NathanMuir, actually, especially with everything that happened the other day. He was my second choice to be the WW.
If it would convince you, I wouldn't be adverse to switching my vote to any of the three listed. As those three are my current suspects for the werewolves.
Intell is my second guess choice. If you vote for him it will convince me enough that you're not a werewolf - I'll change my vote to Intell too.
-aggie- what say you?
I'm not set one way or the other on Intell. If this change goes down, I would be open to changing my vote for the reasoning above.
I was debating iBook or NathanMuir, so if iBookG4User votes off what I figured was his fellow WW, then Ill change my vote. Intell Id have to think about, since he made some pretty weird votes last round as well.
I'm going to change my vote to Intell for the reasons I stated above.
I voted for NathanMuir last round, but he never caught traction. I wouldn't be adverse to lynching him next time, however.
I voted for NathanMuir last round, but he never caught traction. I wouldn't be adverse to lynching him next time, however.
Make sure you unbold the previous vote so we dont have the confusion we had before, okay?
I’ll vote for intell.
Is that 4 for intell?
Edit: Looks like it:
intell: 4 (NathanMuir, iBookG4User, ShaunPriest, -aggie)
Is that 4 for intell?
Edit: Looks like it:
intell: 4 (NathanMuir, iBookG4User, ShaunPriest, -aggie)
It is indeed. You all have made a grave mistake.
Farewell world, hello iBlue's zombie cookies.
(I can only hope I get lynched nicely. How well do orange muppets lynch?)
iBookG4User came to the gallows with Intell in his custody.
"I've told you, this is a grave mistake. I fear we are lost." But Intell's pleads fell on deaf ears.
As iBookG4User brought him to the noose, -aggie- fitted it about his neck. NathanMuir kicked out the stool, leaving Intell's legs to kick and thrash through the empty air. After a long struggle, the life left his body and he was still. His form did not change. He is a villager.
Dejected, the villagers looked up and noticed that the village idiot had once again shown up. As they prepared to be mocked yet again, they noticed his stance was much more upright than his usual slinking self. As they were about to voice their confusion, he calmly raised a hand and allowed a small smile to grace his lips.
As he focused his gaze on them, his skin began to chip and flake away. It was slow at first, but it built into dark cloud, obscuring his form. The pieces began to coalesce and burn like red hot embers. They began spinning and burning more brightly as they formed a funnel cloud that terminated at nothingness. As the maelstrom of fire disappeared into blackness, the goofy, awkward form of the village idiot had been replaced by an ominous figured cloaked in black bearing a huge scythe.
Caught in a concoction of fear and pure astonishment, no villager had the power to speak. Instead, the figure spoke. His words were deep and bottomless, as if echoed through a thousand great halls. This was accompanied by a caustic undercurrent, like dry leaves against exposed stone.
"Idly have I sat by and watched you fools flounder in ignorance. Your petulance has been your own undoing. Capriciously have you changed your focus of accusation while paying no mind to the lives you affect. You made no effort to scrutinize others' accounts for themselves so long as it was not your own head being called for. I shall stay my hand no more."
With that, he turned his back to them and looked to the sky. As if by his command, the bright day quickly faded into night, and the full moon appeared out of nothingness. -aggie-, Mexbearpig and ShaunPriest began to howl with the pains of transformation. Their bodies contracted into sick postures as their features shifted and grew. -aggie- took his position at point with Mexbearpig close behind. ShaunPriest, still seemingly unsure of himself, partially hid his gangly form behind the two more confident wolves. -aggie- seemed to have a smile in his wolfish features. The seer had been eaten the first night, and NathanMuir, the hunter, had only succeeded in delaying their whims once.
After sitting expressionless as the wolves took on their new form. The figure spoke again and siphoned all hope that lingered in the air. "Now, my children shall bear the burden of delivering what remains of you."
His eyes burned red from the shadows of his cloak like the very fires of hell as the wolves took them.
Game over. Wolves win. See OP for roles not made clear by narration.
"I've told you, this is a grave mistake. I fear we are lost." But Intell's pleads fell on deaf ears.
As iBookG4User brought him to the noose, -aggie- fitted it about his neck. NathanMuir kicked out the stool, leaving Intell's legs to kick and thrash through the empty air. After a long struggle, the life left his body and he was still. His form did not change. He is a villager.
Dejected, the villagers looked up and noticed that the village idiot had once again shown up. As they prepared to be mocked yet again, they noticed his stance was much more upright than his usual slinking self. As they were about to voice their confusion, he calmly raised a hand and allowed a small smile to grace his lips.
As he focused his gaze on them, his skin began to chip and flake away. It was slow at first, but it built into dark cloud, obscuring his form. The pieces began to coalesce and burn like red hot embers. They began spinning and burning more brightly as they formed a funnel cloud that terminated at nothingness. As the maelstrom of fire disappeared into blackness, the goofy, awkward form of the village idiot had been replaced by an ominous figured cloaked in black bearing a huge scythe.
Caught in a concoction of fear and pure astonishment, no villager had the power to speak. Instead, the figure spoke. His words were deep and bottomless, as if echoed through a thousand great halls. This was accompanied by a caustic undercurrent, like dry leaves against exposed stone.
"Idly have I sat by and watched you fools flounder in ignorance. Your petulance has been your own undoing. Capriciously have you changed your focus of accusation while paying no mind to the lives you affect. You made no effort to scrutinize others' accounts for themselves so long as it was not your own head being called for. I shall stay my hand no more."
With that, he turned his back to them and looked to the sky. As if by his command, the bright day quickly faded into night, and the full moon appeared out of nothingness. -aggie-, Mexbearpig and ShaunPriest began to howl with the pains of transformation. Their bodies contracted into sick postures as their features shifted and grew. -aggie- took his position at point with Mexbearpig close behind. ShaunPriest, still seemingly unsure of himself, partially hid his gangly form behind the two more confident wolves. -aggie- seemed to have a smile in his wolfish features. The seer had been eaten the first night, and NathanMuir, the hunter, had only succeeded in delaying their whims once.
After sitting expressionless as the wolves took on their new form. The figure spoke again and siphoned all hope that lingered in the air. "Now, my children shall bear the burden of delivering what remains of you."
His eyes burned red from the shadows of his cloak like the very fires of hell as the wolves took them.
Game over. Wolves win. See OP for roles not made clear by narration.
Yet, you changed your vote.
Yep, I was going to either kill him or infect him.
I was infected today - and not happy with it!
So NathanMuir you were the hunter? You protected me?