The amount of information that was brought forth and analyzed on Day 4 was astounding. Day 4 compared to the other days the way an essay would compare to a
burrahobbit post.
But night was fast approaching, and a decision was necessary.
"I think we have enough analysis," said
Underhill.
"All right then, what are we going to do?" asked
Esty.
"Let's double lynch," said
morm.
"Let's not," agreed
Boro.
"Let's do both," added
Enca, helpfully.
"Or perhaps we should do neither," assented
Fea.
"See why I want to die?" mumbled
tgwbs, while trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hang himself on a cobweb.
"Well," said
Fea, "
Boro has been right every time and has provided us with lots of entertainment. Let's kill him."
"Um, I'm not quite following your logic," objected
morm.
"I'm with
Fea," said
Enca, as she accidentally fell off of her chair.
"I'm just going to do whatever
morm says," said
Underhill and
Esty in chorus.
"Would someone take that knife away from
tgwbs?" pleaded
morm, noticing that the dwarf had managed to pry his long knife out of the wall.
"Hey!" objected
tgwbs as
Boromir snatched his knife.
"Thanks
Boro," said
morm.
"No problem," said
Boro as he stabbed himself with
tgwbs's knife.
"Are villages always like this?" asked
Esty.
"Yes," answered
Enca, who then knocked over a candle and set her table on fire.
"Sheesh,
Enca, can you please stop screwing up?" cried a frustrated
Mister Underhill.
"Put it out! Put it out!" yelled
Fea and
Esty as they frantically ran circles around the flaming table.
Over in the corner,
tgwbs had his hands around his own neck and was attempting to strangle himself.
"Someone put the crazy cook out of his misery!" hollered
morm.
But there was no need.
tgwbs stumbled forward and fell on top of
Boromir. The long knife
Boromir had stabbed himself with was sticking out of his back, and
tgwbs's throat came down right on it.
Finally, the fire was put out and order restored.
"Um, they're both dead," said
morm.
"Yeah- and neither of them are wolves," said
Esty.
"Oops," said
Underhill,
Fea, and
Enca.
But
Boromir was not quite dead. Even with the dwarf on top of him, he raised himself up painfully and looked each of the villagers in the eye.
"You're all a bunch of knuckle heads!" he rasped, and after giving them all the bird, he slumped back to the floor, dead.
Living-
- mormegil (messenger)
- Encaitare (jewel smith)
- Feanor of the Peredhil (tavern wench)
- Estelyn Telcontar (seamstress)
- Mister Underhill (itinerant drúadan watch-stone maker)
Dead-
- the phantom (Moderator- captured by Sauron and slain by wolves on Night 1)
- Anguirel (Ordinary- beaten to death by villagers on Day 1)
- Eomer of the Rohirrim (Hunter- died bravely battling Werewolves on Night 2)
- Cailin (Werewolf- slain by Hunter on Night 2)
- Shelob (Ordinary- beheaded on Day 2)
- littlemanpoet (Ranger- ambushed by Werewolves on Night 3)
- Lhunardawen (Ordinary- killed by Werewolf on Day 3)
- Formendacil (Werewolf- taken down by villagers on Day 3)
- Firefoot (Seer- slashed, beaten, stabbed, and snapped in half by Werewolf on Night 4)
- Boromir88 (Ordinary- couldn't stand knuckle-headed villagers any longer and commited suicide on Day 4)
- the guy who be short (Ordinary- got fed up with accusations and defenses and commited suicide on Day 4)
Score: Villagers- 4, Werewolves- 1
It is now NIGHT 5. Anyone posting before the next day begins will be smacked with Phantom's Stick of Slaying.
Wolf- I need your pick by 12:30 AM EST