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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:55 pm
by Jack Straw
bruce wrote:
You will get a PM from me if you are a seer or a werewolf, and, what the hell, I will also send you one if you are a peasant.
I got a PM!
Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:27 pm
by bruce
The blackness of night lies like a scratchy woolen blanket over the tiny hamlet of Zahnburg, a town of only nine souls, nestled in the deep forests in the northern mountains of the Duchy of Hundenstein.
Hundenstein's principal exports are decorative beer mugs, intricately carved cuckoo clocks, and police dogs. Its primary industries are tourism and police dog training. It is renowned for its jagged peaks, its dark evergreen forests, its relative inaccessibility in the Internet Age, and its world-famous police dogs.
And tonight in Zahnburg, nine people sleep snuggled in their houses under the cold, clear skies, the actinic stars, and the uncaring moon.
Only eight will awake.
Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:40 pm
by hygraed
Couldn't the townsfolk just use the police dogs to find the werewolves?
Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:46 pm
by bruce
hygraed wrote:Couldn't the townsfolk just use the police dogs to find the werewolves?
If some of the police dogs weren't on the werewolves' side, or indeed werewolves themselves, sure.
I mean, seriously: what better cover for a werewolf than a police dog? You get to eat all the people you want, and the humans give you
medals for it.
Bruce
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:09 am
by Ice Cream Jonsey
Police dog seems like a good gig.
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:18 am
by AArdvark
Maybe they are wooden coo-coo police dogs. And right now it's Oktoberfest! Whoo-Hoo! If M. Night Shamalama shows up I'minna kick him.
THE
LEATHER SHORTS
AARDVARK
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:35 am
by Vitriola
Could you all shut up? I'm trying to masturbate over here.
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:11 am
by Worm
What time zone is this village on?
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:23 am
by Jack Straw
stop talking over the masturbation already, i'm trying to listen
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:21 pm
by bruce
The sun rises over Zahnburg.
Sleepily, the inhabitants begin to go about their daily rituals: the trip through the freezing cold to the outhouses, stoking their hearth fires back to life, selecting and choking the day's chicken.
Soon, the daily life of the village is in full swing.
Well, almost full swing.
With mounting horror, the villagers realize that the blind cuckoo-clock carver, Lysander, never opened his shop this morning. With trepidation, they open the door to the ramshackle apartment he keeps above his shop. They behold a terrible sight.
Lysander lies sprawled on the floor, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. This would not generally be too unusual, as Lysander often drank himself into a stupor and then found himself too hung over for intricate clock-carving the next morning.
However, in this case, his eyes are sightless not merely because he is blind, but because he is dead. One leg is missing at the knee, and one arm at the shoulder. His throat has been torn open, and blood splatters cover the walls, floor, and ceiling. Even more horrifyingly, Lysander has been eviscerated. His liver and heart have been eaten, the villagers notice amid their mounting nausea, while his intestines gaily festoon the room like macabre multicolored party streamers.
It would appear that the tiny hamlet of Zahnburg harbors a werewolf. With mounting resolve, three brooms, and a bucket, the villagers sweep as much of Lysander as they can find down the stairs and into a wheelbarrow, which they trundle to the churchyard for a quick burial.
That taken care of and the ordinary business of the day forgotten, the remaining eight inhabitants gather around the town gallows. Only one question remains to be decided:
Who's it going to be?
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:36 pm
by Vitriola
Kinky!
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:40 pm
by Vitriola
It's gotta be that foreign guy, Hygraeieaid. They eat things like livers and eyes where he comes from, to improve their size. Not that it's helped. HANG THE FOREIGN-SOUNDING GUY.
Who's with me????
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:59 pm
by Ice Cream Jonsey
Lysander is dead LOL.!
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:02 pm
by Ice Cream Jonsey
Vitriola wrote:Who's with me????
You seem awful... worked up about killing hygraed. I'd be interested in his opinion....
of you.
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:13 pm
by AArdvark
She seems just worked up in general...I never knew werewolf games were so arousing. Hmmm
THE
HAND TOWEL
AARDVARK
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:15 pm
by AArdvark
Crap, I shoulda voted...Ur.... ChaingangGuy
THE
WHERE'S THE ROPE
AARDVARK
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:36 pm
by Jack Straw
I'm still pissed I never got my CGG retribution in the The Thing game.
so.. ChainGangGuy!
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:42 pm
by ChainGangGuy
I think there's a Jack Stwerewolf in our midst. Hang him! Hang Jack Straw!
Back me up here, ICJ. ... You do believe me, right Jonsey?
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:49 pm
by Ice Cream Jonsey
I am a bit wary of dogpiling people this early on because ... dead is dead. And one of you may be the seer.
Presuming the seer wasn't Lysander.... oh no!
I cannot vote for Chain Gang Guy. I cannot really vote for anyone at this point, the difference is that I am never more than 50 minutes away from this BBS so I can chime in right before a vote. Is this pathetic? Of course. Is this the way? I guess. I suppose. You could say it just... it...
it is what it is.
Anyway, I do NOT vote for ChainGang Guy!
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:55 pm
by AArdvark
Somehow I don't think Lysander can qualify as a seer. Oops, could have qualified, that is.
THE
DEAD MEN SEE
NO TAILS
AARDVARK