[Brinniel]

When the hacker arrived at the usual meeting place, her two companions were already there.
“You’re late,” said the larger one.
“so what im l8te,” she replied. “im hre now so lets strt pl@nning. who r we gonna kil?”
“Look,” the smaller hacker said. “The two of us were talking while waiting, and we’ve decided we would be better off if you were no longer part of the team.”
“What!!!111” the hacker was shocked. “thats stoopid.”
“Not really,” commented the first hacker. “I mean, you can’t even speak proper English. And how are we supposed to work with you when everyone can hardly understand you?”
“so what u gonna do? Kik me ut? Send me paking?”
“Err…not exactly. You see, due to the events of last night, the two of us are more than hungry. So instead of just one, we’d like to have two meals tonight.”
“OMG, what?!!!!” cried out the hacker. “u cant eat me!!!111”
“Sure we can,” her former teammates replied. “Just you watch.”
“Mut1ny!!! Mut1ny!!!” screamed the poor hacker as she backed away.
“Mutiny?” questioned the smaller hacker. “This isn’t mutiny. We don’t even have a designated leader. Do you even know what mutiny means?”
“no. I jst wantd to sund smart.” She continued to wiggle and squirm as the others attempted to grab hold of her.
“Now hold still so we can eat you,” said the larger hacker.
“Nevr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried.
“But don’t you understand? We’re just asking for a simple sacrifice. You wouldn’t want to see your fellow hackers starve, would you?”
“noo…but i wont let u eat me.”
“Not even for….a Legolas poster?”
The young hacker turned up her nose. “i alrdy have 100 of thse.”
“With an authentic autograph by Orlando Bloom?”
“lemme see!!”
The other hackers handed her the poster and she stared at admiringly.
“ZOMG Leggy is soo HAWT!!!111”
“So it’s a deal then?” asked the larger hacker. “Your flesh for the hot Legolas poster?”
“o k.”

So as the fangirl hacker stared at her poster, the other two hackers prepared a stew over the firepit. When the water was boiling, they chopped her into tiny bits and dumped her into a pot. Aside from the occasional mouthfuls of fur, it was one of the best meals they ever had.

Now with only two of them left, it suddenly seemed very lonely.
“Now this just won’t do,” said one hacker. “We should find someone to replace our last mate. And perhaps not eat them this time.”
“Good call,” replied the other. “And I have just the idea on which BDer to turn…”

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When the BDer woke, it was still dark. All that could be seen was blackness. So why had they awoken? Then suddenly…a noise. Before the BDer could move, a sharp pain shot through their arm as teeth sunk into flesh.
“Ow!” the BDer yelped. “Something bit me!”
The bitten BDer scurried for a flashlight and flipped the switch. Expecting to see some wild animal, they instead saw two familiar shapes.
“Hey, what are you guys doing in here?” the BDer wondered. “And what happened to your faces?” A pause. “Wait a minute….you can’t be….the hackers?!”
The BDer grabbed a can of bug spray and held it in front of the two hackers. “Stay back! I have pest repellent and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“No need to worry, friend,” one of the hackers finally spoke. “You’re one of us now.”
“What?”
“You see,” said the other hacker. “We didn’t bite you just for taste. It won’t be long before you’re just as furry as us. There’s no turning back.”
“You mean…I get to be evil now?” The thought of such a thrill made the BDer’s stomach flutter with excitement. Or maybe it was just growling with hunger…
“Yep.”
“So does that mean you’ll teach me how to create viruses?”
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” the first hacker replied. “You have to earn that. For now, we just need your help brutally slaughtering innocent campers.”
“I don’t see the harm in that,” said the newly turned hackers. “So who do we get to kill tonight?”

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The next morning the BDers woke to find a large gift wrapped box sitting in the middle of the camp. Nogrod picked it up and read the tag aloud: “Haha stoopid BDrs. Evin dead i can stil mes w/ ur minds. U wil nevr cach teh oders!!!111 ges how mny threr ar now!!!111 p.s. plz send my remans to Orli XOXOXO”
Shasta quickly translated for the puzzled others. Then the BDers opened the box to find it full of bones.
“Well by the chatspeak I’m guessing this must be Nerwen,” Sally observed.
“It makes sense considering how annoying she was with all that bad grammar,” said Mithalwen. “Though I wonder why she’s dead…is this some sort of trick?”
Meanwhile Aganzir raked through the bones. “My my Nerwen, what very large teeth you had,” she held up an abnormally large tooth.
“Hey,” Formendacil spoke up as he counted heads. “Someone else is missing.”

The BDers searched each tent until they came to the very last one. What they saw was what remained of the bloody mess that had once been Kath. Laying beside her was a piece of paper written in blood.
Eomer picked it up. “It’s a poem.”

It read:

Pain surrounds me
As teeth tear into my soft pale flesh
I am exposed
I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
It’s too late for that.
Why can no one hear my screams?
Bloodcurdling, they echo through my tent
But the others, they are all heavy sleepers
Blast them.
Blast them all.
All is cold.
I am fading quickly
As I watch them chew my heart.
Avenge me!
Lynch them!
Curse you werewolves.
Curse. You.

“Aww, poor Kath,” sighed Kitanna.
“Werewolves?” wondered Ka. “You mean, werewolves actually exist?”
“Of course they do,” Durelin replied. “Though…I thought it was hackers we were dealing with.”
“Well it seems our bad guys are much more than hackers,” Boromir stated.
“Oh dear,” muttered Eönwë.
“Looks like we’ve been caught in a real life version of a Werewolf game,” Rikae concluded.

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The Living:

Nilpaurion Felagund~Ainulindalë Addict
Kitanna~the self-righteous know-it-all
Aganzir~non-anonymous neg-repper
Shastanis Althreduin~chatspeak translator
Boromir88~the one upper
Rikae~the person who tries to fake knowledge of the books and fails miserably
Durelin~Unreliable RPG Addict
Eomer of the Rohirrim~easily-offended trendy
Nogrod~the wanna-be moderator
satansaloser2005~a fan of everything but Tolkien
THE Ka~Artful Dodger
Eönwë~conspiracy theorist
Formendacil~Tolkien Canonist
Mithalwen~therapist

The Dead:

The Barrow-Wight~took up permanent residence in a barrow (mod)
The Sixth Wizard~ grammar Nazi~strung up in a tree (ordo)
McCaber~ does it 4 teh lulz~made the narration much more amusing than it originally was (ordo)
The Elf-Warrior~nitpicker~didn’t know how to float (ordo)
Nerwen~ rabid fangirl~willingly traded her life for an autographed Legolas poster (hacker/werewolf)
Kath~artiste~wrote her last poem (ordo)

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Day 3 has begun.

Wolves stop PMing. Everyone be noisy.