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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-15-2005, 03:00 PM

Glirdan was the one to gather the most votes that day, and the villagers didn't bother to hide their content as they cracked their knuckles and surrounded him. But the villagers' cheerfulness dropped away soon, when they faced a knotty problem: how do you kill an undead, especially one with Michael Jackson's nose? Was it possible to kill an undead with physical pain? "And my goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance", Glirdan smiled blissfully. "But then again, I'm already dead", he muttered.

"Let's taunt him to death!"

This easy (and clean) way received instant approval and Glirdan was trussed up with a rope and placed in the middle of the Village Square. "Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation", Glirdan philosophized, but the villagers didn't listen. Horrible curses started echoing in the twilight.

"You... you blockhead!"

"Scoundrel!"

"Ni!"

Glirdan rolled his eyes (clearly in horrible agony).

"You dried neat's-tongue!"

"Thou unmuzzled milk-livered hugger-mugger!"

All of the sudden, Glirdan's body fell limp on the ground. The affronts had finally worked! Or maybe the credit should have gone to a throwing axe that had cracked the back of his head, when some frustrated villager had decided to speed things up. In any case, the dead body that laid in front of the lot was a body of an innocent for it had not transformed.

Living:
Anguirel - jester
Eonwe - militiaman
Firefoot - traveller who has a dog
Lalaith - goosegirl
littlemanpoet - village undertaker
tar-ancalime - charlatan

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2
Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2
Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3
WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3
Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4
Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4
Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5
Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5

Score:
Villagers: 6
Wolves: 1

It is now night 6. You know what to do. The Night ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.

11-15-2005, 03:00 PM	#353
dancing spawn of ungoliant Mischievous Candle Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: So near to Russia, so far from Japan, quite a long way from Cairo, lots of miles from Vietnam. Posts: 1,234	Glirdan was the one to gather the most votes that day, and the villagers didn't bother to hide their content as they cracked their knuckles and surrounded him. But the villagers' cheerfulness dropped away soon, when they faced a knotty problem: how do you kill an undead, especially one with Michael Jackson's nose? Was it possible to kill an undead with physical pain? "And my goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance", Glirdan smiled blissfully. "But then again, I'm already dead", he muttered. "Let's taunt him to death!" This easy (and clean) way received instant approval and Glirdan was trussed up with a rope and placed in the middle of the Village Square. "Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation", Glirdan philosophized, but the villagers didn't listen. Horrible curses started echoing in the twilight. "You... you blockhead!" "Scoundrel!" "Ni!" Glirdan rolled his eyes (clearly in horrible agony). "You dried neat's-tongue!" "Thou unmuzzled milk-livered hugger-mugger!" All of the sudden, Glirdan's body fell limp on the ground. The affronts had finally worked! Or maybe the credit should have gone to a throwing axe that had cracked the back of his head, when some frustrated villager had decided to speed things up. In any case, the dead body that laid in front of the lot was a body of an innocent for it had not transformed. Living: Anguirel - jester Eonwe - militiaman Firefoot - traveller who has a dog Lalaith - goosegirl littlemanpoet - village undertaker tar-ancalime - charlatan Dead: dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1 Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1 Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2 Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2 Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3 WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3 Celuien(ranger) - mauled with musical instruments on Night 4 Kitanna(wolf) - stoned, battered and decapitated on Day 4 Wilwarin538(seer) - eyes plucked out and made into a scarecrow on Night 5 Glirdan(ord) - taunted to death on Day 5 Score: Villagers: 6 Wolves: 1 It is now night 6. You know what to do. The Night ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT.