The clamoring villagers assemble in the village square, where a hastily constructed memorial of
@AlliFlowers stands. This memorial happens to have a gallows attached. It's just for convenience, they say. It honors her, they swear. Alas.
"
@twietee we decided you're --!"
What they found in the square was not what they were expecting. At all.
"Hey folks!" the werewolf says with a sheepish smile. A piece of
@twietee is stuck between two of its teeth.
Beside him lies
@twietee, mauled beyond all recognition.
"You--!"
"Hey, you voted for it! What's the problem?" the werewolf says with feigned confusion.
A calm, wise-looking man steps forward. "You see, this is how it works; we vote for a person, and then hang that person. That's why we constructed the gallows, you see, that's what it is for. And then at night -- that's when the sun goes down, and the moon comes up, you see -- that's when you come and eat one of us. And tomorrow we rinse and repeat.
That's how it works. I understand you're confused, I would've been if I am not so wise. But hopefully you understand now? Off you go -- don't forget to eat just one of us tonight!"
"Ah, not a problem! I'm kind of full already, so we're all good!"
"Excellent!"
The werewolf bounds off. The villagers starts clamoring again, grabbing
@twietee's mangled body, tying the rope around his barely intact neck, and pulling him up. His feet only left the ground for a split second before the body falls back to the ground, completely severed from the head.
"Ah, this is unfortunate," the 'wise' man says as
@twietee's head lands in his hands. "
@twietee is not a werewolf after all."
"But -- but we just saw one right there! Why didn't you --" someone piped up.
But no one listened.
TWIETEE HAS BEEN KILLED AND IS A VILLAGER! IT IS NOW NIGHT! SPECIALS, YOUR MOVE!
