|
The sun rose much as it had ever since it was first ordained to by the all-mighty mod. Today's dawn was no different than any other. Every morning in this quiet little village with no apparent name or location, the villagers woke up to a dead body. Sometimes a villager would accidentally remove a body part that should really stay attached and the poor brainless corpse would be found near a hatchet in the early hours. Sometimes an alien ship would appear mysteriously from the clouds and take a poor young girl away with them, to live the adventurous life in far off galaxy. Sometimes the aliens just killed her. Occasionally the daily death was so awful that it was immediately labelled S.E.P. and duly ignored.
This day, the body of Feanor of the Peredhil was discovered. Well... not so much her body was discovered as portions of it were found laid out in a most curious fashion in the park. Interestingly enough, it was only identifiable as the lovely lass by the large number of devoted admirers surrounding was was left of her and dolefully singing songs to bemoan her fate in a somewhat melodramatic and mostly off-key fashion.
As the villagers made their way to the village park to clean up today's gory mess, they were immediately made aware that this was most definately not somebody else's problem. In a highly imporbable fashion, Feanor of the Peredhil had arranged her own brutally torn off strips of flesh to spell three words.
With a gasp, one of the more considerate villagers read her final message aloud: "We've got wolves."
"Well I knew that!" one villager cried, receiving a number of very suspicious glances in return. "They's a'been a'killin' my sheep!"
"I think," a young girl whispered frightenedly, "that she meant werewolves."
"Oh." With that, quite the astounding number of obscenities could be heard throughout the village as the people rushed off to their homes to prepare themselves for the coming troubles. Almost immediately, they had returned to the park, and ignoring the physical evidence of the last words of Fea, they began their debates.
----------------------------------------------
DAY has begun. It will end 24 hours from now. Werewolves stop PMing, Sherriffs start.
Votes are irretractable and should be posted on a seperate line like this:
++FEANOR
Every player should by now be invisible. Good luck, and enjoy killing each other. I hope several of you die so that I can use the deaths I've cooked up for you.
Mod's Note: After having been corrected about times, and then recorrected, the mod has stopped caring. If you want to figure out time, add 24 hours to my post, and that's when each segment ends. Sherriffs are spelled the way I spell them due to artistic license. Supreme rule: Fea is always right. Should this rule be questioned, an early death will ensue.
|