Werewolf XLVIII: When Virtual Becomes Reality

[Boromir88]

They'll know my reason tomorrow. I'm sorry Shasta for any pain and suffering I have caused (seriously I know how frustrating it is when you're not believed). You just took my last defense left and it had to be this way.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Originally Posted by Boromir88

They'll know my reason tomorrow. I'm sorry Shasta for any pain and suffering I have caused (seriously I know how frustrating it is when you're not believed). You just took my last defense left and it had to be this way.

Of course it did.

I fully expect you to attempt to claim ordo tomorrow when the narration reveals that I am who I claim to be. And at the moment, they'll probably believe you.

Edit: Sorry Brinn. Can I storm off in disgust instead of dying, do you think?

[Brinniel]

Though the BDers had managed to lynch a wolf yesterday, they still had to sort out the mess that created such a risky tie which left them pointing fingers.

When Shasta felt the increasing pressure put on him, he felt it was time he say something. “Wait guys!” he cried out. “Don’t lynch me….I’m the ranger!”
“Really?” Nogrod replied. “Well then, I will believe you…..as long as no one else claims rangership.”
“In that case, I’m the ranger!” Boromir shouted out.
“That complicates things,” said Formendacil. “But if Boromir were a wolf, what reason would he have to contest Shasta now? Therefore, he must be the truthful and Shasta is the lying wolf.”
“No! No! Boromir is lying!” Shasta yelled. “I really am the ranger! I even have proof!”

Shasta ran to his tent and returned with a piece of paper clenched in his fist.
“See….let me show you,” he told the others.
“We don’t need to see,” Eomer responded. “I’m sure a clever wolf like you would’ve pre-planned this sort of thing by planting some sort of ‘evidence.’ What are we waiting for? Let’s kill this wolf already!”
“Please don’t!” cried Shasta. “Killing me would be a mistake.”
“I sort of doubt that,” Nogrod said. “But if you are telling the truth, I swear we will avenge your death.”
“But why should I have to die at all?” Shasta sobbed. “Okay fine…I give up. Don’t believe me. I’m leaving this place.”

Shasta started to walk away, but the BDers picked up their pitchforks and torches.
“We can’t just let you go,” said Rikae. “How will we ever know whether you are a wolf or not?”
“Let’s just get this done with,” said Aganzir.
“I will do the deed,” spoke up Boromir. He held a large crossbow and aimed it at Shasta.
“Hey, that’s my bow!” Shasta shouted. “It’s mi-“
He grunted loudly as the first arrow hit his chest.
“Oh c’mon guys, don’t do this-“ Another arrow landed in his stomach. “Can’t you see that Boromir’s evil?” A third arrow hit him.
“Oh please,” Shasta continued. “Just give me a chance-“
Boromir fired a fourth arrow.
“I’ll show you-“ A fifth arrow hit Shasta. “I have proof…”

Shasta continued to plead his innocence while Boromir shot more arrows. Meanwhile the others watched, making bets on how many arrows it would take to kill Shasta. After a good twenty minutes, Shasta finally slumped over and said no more.
“Ooh, that makes twenty-six arrows. I win!” Eomer cheered as he collected his winnings. But his smile quickly dropped when he looked over to the dead Shasta realising no change had occurred.

Eönwë pulled the paper from Shasta’s clenched fist and started to read it aloud: “Dear Shasta, I have chosen you to be one of the three new moderators. Your job is to protect-“ Eönwë stopped reading. “Uh oh…”
Boromir shrugged, still holding the crossbow. “So? How do we know Shasta didn’t write the letter himself?”
“Hey…lemme see that,” Kitanna demanded, grabbing the bow from Boromir.
The others surrounded Kitanna examining the crossbow. Then they found it. Carved out neatly into the stock was Property of Shastanis Althreduin.

The BDers had killed their ranger.

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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
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)
Shastanis Althreduin~ chatspeak translator~became an easy target (moderator ranger)

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Night 6 has begun.

The wolves may choose a kill. The hunter may hunt. Everyone else should remain quiet.

[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.

[Nogrod]

We lynch Boro toDay. We owe it to Shasta - and we need to do it for ourselves.

Secondly - I hate to sound like that evil Borowolf a little while ago - we should also try to do something constructive as well even if our lynch is clear; to discuss, to ponder about things, to reveal our thoughts... I will personally hold those very suspicious who don't toDay come forwards with their ideas without a really heavy RL-reason.

It's 5-2 toDay.

After we lynch Borowolf and the remaining wolf kills one of us it's 4-1 the next Day (and 2-1 if we miss then the next Day).

So we have three Days to go. But we shouldn't lose this one with more of us around.

I need to write some football results to Arda soccer tournament but I will be checking every once in a while for an hour or something before going to sleep. I hope to see you around.

I mean after I post my thoughts on Boro's actions yesterDay first...
(It takes a moment...)

[Rikae]

I don't understand why Boro would sacrifice himself like this. He wasn't under any pressure, after all... my first thought was that the remaining wolf must be under even less pressure than Boro, and the kill last night looks as though it might be designed to get me or Aganzir lynched toDay, making Aganzir innocent. But I suppose it's possible that it's a double bluff, and Agan is a wolf...
And who is under even less pressure than Boro was? Only Eomer is in a really secure position, and if he is a wolf, why doesn't the real hunter come forward?
Sorry I'm not being much help at the moment.

[Rikae]

Ooops, I guess that wouldn't be me or Aganzir lynched toDAY, but rather toMorrow.

[Nogrod]

So why Boro thought it a good idea to make a fake-revealment?

The strongest reason for me to believe him over Shasta yesterDay was the fact that there was no gain or at least no gain big enough for him and his mate that it would be wise for him to come forwards and get himself killed on the next Day with that show-off... It just looked totally insane.

Any gains they could have then?

I had started suspecting Boro openly earlier yesterDay but it was more probing on my suspicions and quite far from me going after him with a full crusade (I really thought I had better suspects at that time) - not to speak of the probability of you others taking my points and going forcefully against him. So it wasn't that he was afraid of a certain death and thence trying to minimize the casualties taking Shasta with him as a last possibility of harming us.

With the ranger away they certainly had a free kill last Night - and lynching the ranger would be the preferable option to the wolves against the need to try and kill him during the Night because of the self-defence -option (and yes, I had totally ignored the ruling and only realised - and checked - it after Boro himself started talking about that option not being used by him yet... oh, that cunning bastard... )

So, had Shasta been there they would have to have gambled whether he had defended himself already or not. That's 50-50 and they had already been denied once by Shasta - and if they tried others the ratio of ranger-defence vs. possible kills would go worse for them Night after Night. Would that be the psychological / logical factor that made Boro do his trick? Is that worth losing one of the two remaining wolves in a situation where there still are enough villagers to overpower a lonely wolf? I just can't bring myself to believe it so easily while I at the same time think that is the answer (and I was right then yesterDay on the self-defence -possibility being the clue!).

Or was it a panic reaction as Boro saw that his mate Aganzir was going to the gallows and he was getting suspected and that there were two known gifteds, and...? *pressure-pressure-pressure*

Somehow I think Boro is cool enough player not to act in panicky ways in that manner but that option should not be forgotten either.

[Nogrod]

This is ridiculous...

Let the wolves roam then.

Okay. I'll come back soon myself and try to do something but it's getting very late here (4.12 AM right now), I just need to finish the Arda 2008 post first... and maybe go to sleep at an hour or another...