WW LXXX: It's About Time!

[satansaloser2005]

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

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That was misleading, wasn't it?


ETA: Huzzah! x'd with our modly one. To you, oh mod of modness, we kneel and humbly say, "Neener neener". <3

[Inziladun]

Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

ETA: Huzzah! x'd with our modly one. To you, oh mod of modness, we kneel and humbly say, "Neener neener". <3

Neener, yourself.

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When the five remaining out of the original party of thirteen had found skip's body that morning, he'd scrawled the words "dreams" on the floor in what could only have been his own blood. That, coupled with things the group remembered him saying, led them to the conclusion he'd had a special gift, a gift that had told him which among the party were, or were not, the killers. Since he hadn't outright told them anything of the sort, they spent most of the day analysing his words, and who he'd wanted to send into the machine.
Accusations had flown, and the discussions became heated. Both the good and evil-hearted among them saw the light at the end of the tunnel now, and all fought hard for what they wished to achieve.

The decision at the end of the day was that Aganzir would be the next, and hopefully, the last one they'd have to put into the chamber.

"Why should I?" she said defiantly.

"Because three of us want you to," replied Nerwen.

"Go," said Lottie. "There are enough of us to make you, you know."

"You'll be sorry!" yelled Agan.

"Get in there!" said Sally, picking up a spray bottle filled with a clear liquid
that had been sitting on the console. She pointed it at Agan.

"You're kidding me!" she laughed. "Fine! Whatever! I'm going!".

Agan entered the chamber, and Sally quickly shut the door behind her.

"Do it, Lottie!" said Sally. "Make it 1666! Big fire and all in London!"

"You've got it!" said Lottie. She entered the year, and pressed the middle button.

"I did it for yooouuuu!" Agan wailed. "I tried to help you....Get them! Get them all!"

"GHHHKKTTT!" went the machine, and Agan had disappeared.

"What's in that bottle anyway?", Nerwen asked Sally. "Windex?"

Sally sniffed it. "Sure is!" she giggled.


The Living
Nerwen
Pitch
Sally
Lottie


The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4
skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5
Agan (Cobbler)- Became a firefighter Day 5

IT IS NIGHT 6 Wolf, do your thing.

[Inziladun]

Nerwen woke in her bed, puzzled. What had awakened her? Nothing appeared to be put of place.
The bedroom doors did not lock, but she had moved a chair under the doorknob to brace it. She lay there, listening. Then she heard it.

"Help.....meee," said a soft voice. It sounded like it was coming from the hall. She knew then that was what had disturbed her sleep.

Who is that? she wondered to herself. She couldn't tell. It could be a trick, she knew. Or it could be one of her friends lying wounded in the hall.

She struggled with herself, knowing it could be death to go out there, but also wondering how she could live with herself if someone was hurt and she hadn't helped them because she was frightened.

"Help...please....."

Nerwen made up her mind. Quietly she moved out of bed and tiptoed to the door to listen. She thought she heard soft movements outside. She silently removed the chair, and slowly opened the door.

Looking out of the doorway, she looked right, but saw nothing. To the left, by the stairs, she saw a form huddled on the floor.

"Help.....meee....."

She walked over to them, and began to reach out to see who it was. As she did so, with a gesture quick as lightening, a hand shot out and grabbed her throat with a viselike grip.

"Gotcha!" came a whisper from the floor.

The being on the floor held onto Nerwen too tightly for her to make a sound. It got to its feet.

"The good guys always take the chance to be a hero," the robot whispered.

Nerwen struck out at it many times, landing blows on its body and head, but they seemed to have no effect.

"We'll just make this easy, shall we?" it said.

They were at the edge of the stairs. The mechanoid picked Nerwen up and threw her over the balustrade, twenty feet to the marble floor below.

With Nerwen's last sight, she looked at the door to the dining room and hoped the others would make it.

The Living
Pitch
Sally
Lottie


The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4
skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5
Agan (Cobbler)- Became a firefighter Day 5
Nerwen (ordo)- Flying lessons were a failure Night 6

IT IS NOW DAY 6

[Loslote]

Well, it's Pitchie, of course. After Agan turned out to be the cobbler, I can't see any possible reason why it wouldn't be - and don't say because Sally's ebil. She very clearly is not, and I am not, either.

Sorry, Pitchie, but death approcheth, waving its arms and yelling boo.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Loslote

Well, it's Pitchie, of course. After Agan turned out to be the cobbler, I can't see any possible reason why it wouldn't be - and don't say because Sally's ebil. She very clearly is not, and I am not, either.

Sorry, Pitchie, but death approcheth, waving its arms and yelling boo.

And if you are, I'll kill you. I'm just sayin'.



We could at least let him come out and play though. *pets him* One last hurrah, if you will.

[Pitchwife]

Shall we go through the motions, then?

All right. With Agan revealed as the cobbler by death, it's obvious that my theory about you two as a cobbler-wolf duo was wrong and one of you must be an innocent who has been cunningly buttered up and manipulated by the wolf.
Looking at it from this angle, I'm forced to reconsider my suspicion of sally yesterDay. It's not conclusive at this point, but Lottie looks more like the manipulator than the manipulated from the way she's pushed sally's innocence.

[satansaloser2005]

Actually....


You know, at a time like this, a body has to ask herself certain questions. Namely, why wasn't I killed last Night? I mean sure, I'm not going to complain, but I'm basically a known innocent here. There is no reason for the wolf to keep me around....unless they thought I'd be useful to them. Pitchie certainly doesn't want to keep me around. He knows I'd kill him in a heart(s)beat. If Nerwen was alive, I could see her keeping me around to make an ally against Pitch, and the same is true for Lottie. So....where does that leave me exactly? Nowhere, except to say that I'm very confused as to why Pitch would kill Nerwen (who seemed a lot less certain of his guilt and in fact swayed the lynch away from him yesterDay) rather than me. It just doesn't make sense, unless he knew he was screwed and is just being a gentleman and letting me keep my streak intact. Lottie, however, would have reasons to keep me alive. Namely, I've acted like I trust her up until now.

I'm just sayin'. This is an interesting conundrum I've got going on here.