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Wight of the Old Forest
Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall
Posts: 3,329
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So, to make it official:
++sally for MVP And here's my posthumous song (not quite up to date about Fea's and Nerwen's roles, but I'm too lazy to rewrite it now): Stairway to Werewolf Heaven There's a lady who's sure all that furry's a wolf And she's building a gallows for werewolves. She's the Simon we chose, and whate'er she says goes, With a word she can condemn or save you. Ooh, ooh, and she's building a gallows for werewolves. There are signs in the posts but she wants to be sure 'Cause she knows sometimes words have two meanings. In her dreams she has seen who is what, so it seems, While suspicion may still be misleading. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, That the hour is nigh for a lynching. And I read through the posts, who looks guilty the most And deserves to be killed without flinching. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. Though the wolves weave their lies, if we heed his advice Then the phantom will lead us to victory. And a new Day arrives for those who survive And the village will echo with theories. If there's a bustle in your PM box, don't you be shocked, It's just a message from the Mod queen. Yes, there are three wolves who've been worsted, but if you're Cursčd There's still time to change the role you're playin'. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The dead are calling you to join them. Dear ordos, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your lives are still on a razor's edge. And as you wind on down the road Your post-counts taller than your souls There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How being trusted turns to gold. And if you're thinking very hard The Truth will dawn on you at last When all are one and one is all To be the last one not to fall. And she's building a gallows for werewolves
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Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI |
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