[Brinniel]

The BDer awoke in his dark tent to hear heavy breathing coming from both sides of him. He began to shout for help, but a furry paw covered his mouth, allowing no sound to escape.

“Best you stay quiet,” said the wolf.
“Why should I?” the BDer whispered back. “I mean, you’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”
“Well….maybe, but not necessarily,” the other wolf replied.
“All this nightly killing business has gotten a tad boring,” the first wolf said. “There used to be a time when our victims would actually run away from us. Now they won’t even try….they just let us eat them.”
“So here’s the deal,” explained the second wolf. “We want to play a game. Do you know hide-and-seek?”
“Of course…” answered the BDer.
“Good. We’ll count to 100. If we don’t find you by dawn, we’ll let you live.”
“And what if you find me?”
“Well then, sucks for you,” said the first wolf. “So you better find a good hiding spot.”

The BDer scampered out of his tent, still dressed in his pajamas. Coming from inside the tent, he could hear the werewolves counting: “1….2….3….4….” The BDer hurried through the camp, trying to find the perfect hiding place. Unfortunately for him, he had never been good at these childhood games. He didn’t understand why, but he always managed to lose. As he circled the camp a seventh time, he could hear the wolves again: “89….90…91…”
“Eeps!” squealed the BDer, and he scurried to the first hiding place he spotted.

“Ready or not, here we come!” announced the wolves.
As they stepped out of the tent, they could hear a whimper coming from the trees at the edge of the camp. Behind the smallest trees, they could see a figure shaking.
“Oh man….now that’s just pathetic,” sighed the first wolf.
“Of all the BDers we could’ve chosen, we just had to choose the one who was rubbish at hide-and-seek,” the second wolf complained.
“You better start running,” the called out to their found victim.

The frightened BDer immediately took off, but he had not gone twenty meters when he tripped over a tree root. The werewolves caught up to him, but since all the BDers were heavy sleepers, no one could hear him scream.

The wolves took turns stirring the pot as it cooked over the fire pit.
“I think I’ve had more fun chasing rabbits,” one commented.
“Oh who cares….a meal’s a meal, and that’s all that matters,” replied the second wolf.
“And I must admit, this is a mighty good one,” said the first wolf as they sampled a spoonful. “It’d be rather selfish not to share…”

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The next day, the BDers sat down around the fire pit to discover their breakfast had already been fixed. They did not bother to question who had gone to the trouble, but simply passed the pot around as each camper splattered a large spoonfuls of oatmeal onto their plates.
“Mmmm….this is really good,” said Nogrod as he took the first bite.
“It’s amazing,” Eönwë added. “The best oatmeal I’ve ever had.”
The other BDers dug into their breakfast and agreed with full mouths.
“I can’t believe it actually came from a box,” commented Aganzir. She picked up an empty cardboard box labeled Lupine Oatmeal.
“Ooh, can you tell us what the ingredients are?” asked Rikae. “There’s just this curious taste that I can’t identify.”
“Let’s see…” Aganzir replied scanning the box. “Main Ingredients: Formendacil.”

The BDers froze, then spat into their plates. One by one, they slowly dumped the remainder of their breakfast into the garbage sack without saying another word.

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The Living:

Kitanna~the self-righteous know-it-all
Aganzir~non-anonymous neg-repper
Boromir88~the one upper
Rikae~the person who tries to fake knowledge of the books and fails miserably
Eomer of the Rohirrim~easily-offended trendy
Nogrod~the wanna-be moderator
Eönwë~conspiracy theorist

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)
Nilpaurion Felagund~ Ainulindalë Addict~had a mouthful of dynamite (ordo)
Durelin~ Unreliable RPG Addict~made a delicious s’more (moderator seer)
Mithalwen~ therapist~provided a satisfying meal while keeping her BDers warm (hacker/wolf)
THE Ka~Artful Dodger~took a wrong turn (ordo)
satansaloser2005~a fan of everything but Tolkien~suffered from a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome (spammer/cobbler)
Shastanis Althreduin~ chatspeak translator~became an easy target (moderator ranger)
Formendacil~ Tolkien Canonist~wasn’t very good at hiding (ordo)

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Day 6 has begun.

Wolves stop PMing. Everyone may post.