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**The Saucepan Man** · 05-23-2005, 02:48 AM

The village was decided. The sheep-shearer would die. After all, the killings had started with sheep and cattle and his hut was nearest to the fields. And sheap-shearing was similar to chicken plucking, wasn’t it? Well, near enough as to make no difference. He had to be one of them. Didn’t he?

Fordim Hedgethistle faced the angry mob, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. As they advanced on him, he drew forth his great shears and brandished them at all who dared approach.

“I am no Werewolf!” he cried. “I am an innocent man!”

“What about Oddwen?” shouted one of the Villagers, “Why don’t you tell her about it?”

“Yes, we’ve suspected you for the longest time,” said another.

“Aye. We didn’t start the fire. You did!” added a third.

“Er - yes - I never liked him. Ever since he - um - married that uptown girl,” muttered a fourth, weakly.

“Enough Joel-ity,” cried the first. “Let’s lynch him!”

As the mob flew at Fordim, he swung his shears about wildly. Several villagers were injured in the ensuing tussle, but their numbers were too great for the suspected Werewolf. Eventually, he was overwhelmed and subdued. Caught up in the frenzy and angered by the wounds inflicted by Fordim, it did not occur to the Villagers that, were he a Werewolf, he might have transformed into a beast the better to defend himself.

In no time, the tall sheep-shearer was bound and led to the sturdy gallows built by the sturdy stonemason. Calm once more, he stared at the crowd impassively.

“Soon my innocence will be proved,” he said. “And you will see that I acted only with the Village’s best interests at heart.”

The noose was placed around his neck and the lever pulled. The Villagers crowded forward, eager to have their suspicions proved right. But there was only a brief struggle and a dreadful crack as Fordim’s neck snapped.

It seemed that Fordim Hedgethistle was nothing more than an innocent Villager after all …

Living:
Anguirel
Feanor of the Peredhil
Holbytlas
Eomer of the Rohirrim
The Barrow-Wight
the phantom
Encaitare
Ainaserkewen
dancing spawn of ungoliant
Son of Númenor
Nimrodel_9

Dead:
Oddwen (Villager) - slaughtered, plucked and trussed like a chicken on Night 1
Fordim Hedgethistle (Villager) – lynched and hung in a flurry of bad Billy Joel puns on Day 1

Score:
Werewolves: 3
Villagers: 8

NIGHT 2 has now started. It will end in 24 hours’ time (10.30AM GMT tomorrow), or earlier if all night-time notifications are received by me before then.

05-23-2005, 02:48 AM	#59
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Shear lunacy ... The village was decided. The sheep-shearer would die. After all, the killings had started with sheep and cattle and his hut was nearest to the fields. And sheap-shearing was similar to chicken plucking, wasn’t it? Well, near enough as to make no difference. He had to be one of them. Didn’t he? Fordim Hedgethistle faced the angry mob, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. As they advanced on him, he drew forth his great shears and brandished them at all who dared approach. “I am no Werewolf!” he cried. “I am an innocent man!” “What about Oddwen?” shouted one of the Villagers, “Why don’t you tell her about it?” “Yes, we’ve suspected you for the longest time,” said another. “Aye. We didn’t start the fire. You did!” added a third. “Er - yes - I never liked him. Ever since he - um - married that uptown girl,” muttered a fourth, weakly. “Enough Joel-ity,” cried the first. “Let’s lynch him!” As the mob flew at Fordim, he swung his shears about wildly. Several villagers were injured in the ensuing tussle, but their numbers were too great for the suspected Werewolf. Eventually, he was overwhelmed and subdued. Caught up in the frenzy and angered by the wounds inflicted by Fordim, it did not occur to the Villagers that, were he a Werewolf, he might have transformed into a beast the better to defend himself. In no time, the tall sheep-shearer was bound and led to the sturdy gallows built by the sturdy stonemason. Calm once more, he stared at the crowd impassively. “Soon my innocence will be proved,” he said. “And you will see that I acted only with the Village’s best interests at heart.” The noose was placed around his neck and the lever pulled. The Villagers crowded forward, eager to have their suspicions proved right. But there was only a brief struggle and a dreadful crack as Fordim’s neck snapped. It seemed that Fordim Hedgethistle was nothing more than an innocent Villager after all … Living: Anguirel Feanor of the Peredhil Holbytlas Eomer of the Rohirrim The Barrow-Wight the phantom Encaitare Ainaserkewen dancing spawn of ungoliant Son of Númenor Nimrodel_9 Dead: Oddwen (Villager) - slaughtered, plucked and trussed like a chicken on Night 1 Fordim Hedgethistle (Villager) – lynched and hung in a flurry of bad Billy Joel puns on Day 1 Score: Werewolves: 3 Villagers: 8 NIGHT 2 has now started. It will end in 24 hours’ time (10.30AM GMT tomorrow), or earlier if all night-time notifications are received by me before then. __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind! Last edited by The Saucepan Man; 05-23-2005 at 03:33 AM.