An overcast morning dawns on the tiny Bavarian hamlet of Bechteldorf. Bechteldorf consists - or rather, consisted - of just eight residents. Its chief exports are elaborately carved mugs, often depicting scenes of Dionysan merriment, and police dogs. Its main industries are manufacturing and police dog training. It is renowned for its beautiful green hills, dark forests, old-growth trees, and world-famous police dogs.
Each morning, the villagers assemble in the town square for a town meeting. However, on this gloomy day, one is missing.
Where is gsdgsd?
After a brief search, he is found still lying in his bed. Worm throws the covers off, shouting "Get u-" but is cut short by the sight he sees before him.
gsdgsd's arms have been torn off at the shoulders. They appear to have been used to bludgeon the life out of him, as evidenced by the smears and spatters of blood on his otherwise uninjured skull.
The villagers stand in shocked silence, until Draal notices a few drippings of blood soaking through the cot onto the floor. He turns gsdgsd over to find that his back has been brutally ripped open and his heart cut out.
Only now do the villagers notice the bloody letters smeared on the wall:
Well, I'd imagine the wolves are gonna kill someone that we're looking at to lynch as to cast doubt in the person. Unless they're doing it because we're looking to lynch the right guy.
I gotta vote for somebody, and I appear to have successfully deflected thought to myself. So I will go ahead and vote for Casual Observer. Nothing personal. If I could vote for myself I would.
So it was hardly unexpected that he shouted at the villagers building the pyre to "Go faster, goddammit!" and "Just get it over with!" They did not heed his cries, however, and so he got to watch the pile of brush get slowly higher until it reached his feet.
As AArdvark stepped forward with the torch, Worm threw out his arm. "Stop.
"Let's play with him for a bit first."
Skinning knives were brought from the butcher's, and Casual Observer sweated in fear as Worm moved slowly towards him. He bit his lip as the knife sliced into the flesh above his left ankle. Silent tears rolled down his face as the skin was slowly removed from his foot.
Worm giggled as he passed the knife to bruce, who proceeded to do the same with Casual Observer's right foot. Faint whimpers could be heard from Casual Observer, but the villagers ignored him as they watched bruce finish pulling the skin from the toes.
Vitriola and Draal took turns removing the skin from Casual Observer's hands. Draal held the bundle of bloody skin in his hands as Ice Cream Jonsey carved a hole in Casual Observer's abdomen. Casual Observer screamed in pain and Draal stuffed the skin into the hole that had just been created in Casual Observer's stomach.
AArdvark threw the torch onto the pile of brush and kindling surrounding Casual Observer's newly skinned feet. Casual Observer's screams increased tenfold as the flames licked at his legs.
As the flames grew higher, and Casual Observer's screams subsided, the villagers noticed a conspicuous absence of any kind of lycanthropic transformation.