Werewolf XLVIII: When Virtual Becomes Reality

[Eönwë]

ooooh! Only 10 minutes.

edit: make that 7

[Formendacil]

We're in the final minutes of the game there are 5 votes cast, with a Mith/Shasta tie...

I'll stick to my guns, though the hints (suspicious as they are) of a Nogrod bandwaggon has its appeal.

++Mithalwen

[Aganzir]

++ Form

I've grown so suspicious of him in these last few minutes.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

This speaks of oddness to me; When the possibility of a Form-wagon rears its ugly head, suddenly both Nogrod and Form become decisive.

Hmm.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Oh heck.

++ Form

....did I just create another tie?

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Oh heck.

++ Form

....did I just create another tie?

I believe so. You're a terrible person.

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

did I just create another tie?

Yes you did, you naughty boy! Tut tut tut!

edit: sorry Brinniel

[Brinniel]

Much of the day was spent speculating who Durelin could’ve possibly dreamt of.

“Well, Durelin’s attitude towards Kitanna has changed over the days so it seems there’s a good chance she dreamt her as innocent,” thought Shasta.
“Hey, we shouldn’t clear Kitanna of all wolfishness just because of that,” warned Nogrod.
“Meanwhile, you seem rather suspicious yourself, Shasta,” said Eomer.
“I think Mithalwen seems the most likely wolf here,” said Kitanna. “Even if Durelin didn’t dream of her, her suspicions could’ve added some pressure.”
“I think Durelin might’ve dreamt Formendacil as innocent on Night 1,” stated Boromir.
“That’s just silly,” replied Aganzir. “Look how strange Formendacil’s been acting in these last moments. He can’t be innocent!”
"I can't turn off the italics!" cried Rikae.

By the end of the day, while a few insisted on killing Shasta, it became a split tie between Mithalwen and Formendacil.
“How should we decide?” asked Aganzir.
“I know,” answered Shasta, reaching into his pocketsess. “I randomly have this die with me. Why don’t we roll it to see who we should lynch?”
“Sounds good,” Sally agreed. “Mithalwen will be odds and Formendacil will be evens. Two out of three rolls wins…or errr… loses.”

So Shasta rolled the die. The first roll landed on four. The Formendacil voters cheered. The second roll landed on five. The Mithalwen voters cheered. Then came the third roll. All the BDers leaned forward anxiously. The die landed on another five.
“Looks like we’ll be killing Mithalwen!” Eönwë cheered.
“Thank goodness,” said Formendacil, relieved. “I really didn’t feel like dying today.”
“I demand a re-roll!” Mithalwen shouted. “I think Shasta cheated…it’s probably a trick die.”
“But Shasta didn’t even vote for you,” spoke up Nogrod. “He wanted to lynch Formendacil.”

“C’mon, let’s kill her already,” said Kitanna as she threw a rock at Mithalwen.
She handed more rocks to other BDers and they proceeded to do the same.
“Ow! Ouch!” cried Mithalwen as each rock struck her.
Soon all eleven BDers were throwing rocks at Mithalwen.
“Harder!” ordered Eönwë. “She’s not dying fast enough!”
“I am getting VERY angry!” yelled Mithalwen with her teeth clenched.
“You think she’s gonna turn green any second now?” Sally asked Ka, who remained silent.

But instead of turning green, Mithalwen sprouted fur and teeth. She growled at her attackers. Now as a revealed werewolf, the BDers continued to throw rocks at her even faster and harder.
Finally, Formendacil threw the decisive blow when his rock hit a soft spot on her wolfish head. Mithalwen stumbled, then making a noise similar to a dying walrus, she collapsed in slow motion.

“Aha! At last we’ve lynched a werewolf,” Nogrod proclaimed.
“But what should we do with the body?” wondered Boromir.
“I’ve never eaten wolf before, but I’ve always imagined it would make quite a tasty meal,” spoke Eomer.
“I agree,” said Aganzir. “And it’s not like we have anything planned for supper anyway.”

So the BDers skinned the dead werewolf and cooked her for supper.
“Well it would be a shame not to use her soft fur,” Rikae noted.
And she went right to work at making a large blanket out of Mithalwen’s fur coat.
Once everything was ready, the eleven remaining BDers sat down to enjoy a filling supper as they took turns sharing the fur blanket while night fell upon them.

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The Living:

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
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

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)

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Night 5 has begun.

Wolves may start talking. Gifteds do your thing. Everyone else remain silent.

[Brinniel]

By the time everyone was done with dinner, it was completely dark. While the BDers washed the dishes and prepared for bed, Ka began packing her bags.

“What are you doing?” asked Aganzir as she watched Ka haul her backpack out of the tent.
“You know, we may have killed one wolf, but there’s still two left,” Rikae told her.
“I know,” Ka replied. “But all this lynch someone everyday business is rather repetitive, don’t you think? I’m bored with it, and there’s better things I could be doing.”
“Like what?” Eomer asked.
“Like working….that’s much more useful than anything Barrow-Down related. And at least at work I won’t have the risk of getting killed each day and night.” The other BDers rolled their eyes at Ka.
“How do we know you’re not a hacker?” asked Kitanna.
“Because if were one, I wouldn’t be leaved,” Ka answered simply. “Bye everyone! Good luck catching them werewolves!”
And the Ka picked up her backpack and walked out of the camp.

Ka quickly cursed herself for forgetting to bring a flashlight. But she was too proud to go back, so she continued to stumble through the dark forest. Only moments after leaving, she came across a division in the path.
“Which way do I go? Right or left?” she wondered to herself.
Ka couldn’t remember which way she had come from upon first arriving at the camp. That had been too many days ago and she had followed the others in front of her.
“I think I came from….this way,” she decided and continued forward choosing the left path.
Unfortunately for poor Ka, without a flashlight, she did not see the large signs in front of her. The sign with the arrow pointing right read “WAY OUT” while the one that pointed left read “CERTAIN DEATH.”

The camp finished cleaning up the camp for the night without Ka in silence.
Several moments after she had left, Sally finally spoke up: “Ka does know not to turn left…right?”
The other BDers stared at her, uncertain. Suddenly a loud “Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee” came from the distance followed by a SPLAT.
“I guess not,” Nogrod replied.

The BDers ran towards the source of the sound to find themselves standing at the ledge of a cliff. They shone their flashlights at the bottom of the drop where they could vaguely see what remained of Ka.
“Well at least we now know she was telling the truth,” said Formendacil.

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The loss of their mate Mithalwen was a rough blow to the werewolves, even if the extra death of an innocent sort of helped make things better. But they had to learn to go on without her, and so they would.

This night the wolves didn’t even have to seek out their next victim. She was already outside her tent, skipping around the camp while cheerfully humming to herself. The wolves approached her and as a twig snapped, she turned around only slightly surprised.

“Oh, hello guys,” she said to them happily. “Up to more mischief tonight? Who you gonna kill this time?”
“You,” the two wolves replied.
“Really?” Their victim was delighted. “It’s an honour to be your next meal, if I may say so myself. The others…they don’t even realize it.” The BDer lied down in the dirt and spread out her arms and legs. “So where do you want to begin? At my feet? Or maybe you want to take an arm? Pick anywhere….I just ask you save my eyes for last. I’d really like to watch you work, if you don’t mind.”
The wolves stared at each other, confused.
“Uhh…I think we’ll start at the middle,” one finally replied.

And so the wolves tore open their victim’s torso. The BDer watched with much excitement as they ate her liver and chewed on her intestines while she proceeded to mutter something incomprehensible.
But the wolves could understand her words as she took her last breath: “Special deals on Blackberry Pearl 8110….only $150…..comes in black or red…” And then she went still.

Suddenly the wolves realised what they had just done.
“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” said one wolf.
“Are you serious?” asked the other.
“Nah, I’m just kidding,” the wolf replied. “It’d be a waste of meat not to eat.”
And the wolves continued to tear apart their victim.

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The next morning the BDers found what little that remained of Sally lying in the dirt. Her arms and legs were spread out and there was no sign of a struggle. At her feet, the BDers found a large can of Spam.

Sally was the spammer.

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The Living:

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
Eomer of the Rohirrim~easily-offended trendy
Nogrod~the wanna-be moderator
Eönwë~conspiracy theorist
Formendacil~Tolkien Canonist

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)

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Day 5 has begun.

Wolves stop PMing. Everyone may now discuss.

[Aganzir]

Even if Mith dies, it's going to reveal a lot about Nog.

[Aganzir]

*just waiting for someone to vote for Shasta so three people are tied *

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Originally Posted by Aganzir

*just waiting for someone to vote for Shasta so three people are tied *

[Brinniel]

Deadline! Silence everyone!

It's a tie. Either Formendacil or Mithalwen will die.

[Formendacil]

Well, given where it seems I was headed, I'm doubly glad I voted Mith--both because I've no desire to die yet, and secondly because the only confirmed Innocent (at least in this skull) is me, thus bad repercussions for the village if I die.

Still suspicious of both Rikae and Sally, but I'm just fair-minded enough to admit that I could be allowing their votes to cloud my vision. Of the two, Rikae remains vastly the more suspicious, as Sally has given more, better reasoning throughout.