Werewolf: Classic XIII

[TsukikoJ]

And now we're back to random pointing? Fine, Reinholdt.

Voices from the grave!

(Sorry Firemeier, the wolves killed you this round.)

[Alarra]

I'm good with Tasroth.

[Zjoot]

I'm voting for Firemeier, because I never trusted those dead people, especially when they talk.

*goes back to being dead*

[GrlumpTheElder]

I'm voting for Firemeier, because I never trusted those dead people, especially when they talk.

*goes back to being dead*

ZOMBIES, EVERYWHERE WE LOOK!!!!

...brains....

[Ramsus]

*runs through a wall, covered in spectral flames screaming/laughing before vanishing through the wall on the other side*

[Rogue Nine]

*runs through a wall covered in spectral flames screaming/laughing before vanishing through the wall on the other side*

Where did you find a wall covered in spectral flames?

[Ramsus]

Don't know what you're talking about. Had a comma there the whole time. Yup.

As for where I would find one...half the place must have been on fire by now, it's more of a question of where I wouldn't have found one.

[Mustiado]

Are there really so few living people at this point that we're down to having ghost conversations?

[rakkoon]

tasroth then

I feel a Ghostbuster theme song coming up ....

[Mkhaiwati]

Tasroth
I admit I gave up analysis several days ago when y'all started picking out wolves better than I was doing.

[Murska]

Tasroth it shall be.

[cd4]

I will join this wagon and point at Tasroth

[Tasroth]

...Well that's an unsettling thing.

I'd like to know why almost half the remaining players are pointing at me. Nobody seems to have presented any logic on this, so it looks like random pointing. And why are we random pointing this late in the game?

[Firemeier]

Voices from the grave!

(Sorry Firemeier, the wolves killed you this round.)

Worth a try.

Seriously though, how did I not notice that? Overlooked the entire narration thingy...

[Lemonus]

I choose you, Tasroth!

[Bobby Archer]

...Well that's an unsettling thing.

I'd like to know why almost half the remaining players are pointing at me. Nobody seems to have presented any logic on this, so it looks like random pointing. And why are we random pointing this late in the game?

Because random points and "hunches" got us our last two or three wolves. I'm done trying to fight it, it seems effective. Sorry, Tasroth.

[calar]

Well, not seeing the bandwagon changing anytime soon. Tasroth.

[Duneyrr]

Tasroth!!!

[Mustiado]

I'm going to ignore the obvious wagon, and say Bobby Archer

[rakkoon]

Uhm, unanimous pointing is bad. Unless there are almost no wolves left, how many should be left?

[billtodamax]

Tasroth then.

[cd4]

Uhm, unanimous pointing is bad. Unless there are almost no wolves left, how many should be left?

This game had 46 players, with 20% wolves that is 9-10. We have killed 9 and the devil so that would mean only one wolf left.
With 25% wolves that would be 11-12 so we only have 2-3 wolves left.

When this wagon took off with people who had pointed the same way previously I believed it was the seer network which was eliminating anyone not in the network.

[Rules Lawyer #1]

The Sanctuary survivors picked through the burned out husk of the old apartment complex.
Banjo: "If we had a forensics team..."
Reinholdt: "We don't."
Thufir: "Anyone know the Overseer's security camera codes?"
*silence*
TsukikoJ: "Hey, I found the entrance to the basement. It looks like the stairs are still intact..."
*the ghost of Firemeier emerges*
Ghost of Firemeier: "You! You! Yoouu!!"
TsukikoJ: "The voices of the dead!"
Alarra: "Uh, what are ghosts doing in the Sanctuary?"
*the ghost of The Grimmace emerges*
Ghost of The Grimmace: "I have you now Firemeier!"
*the ghost of The Grimmace chases the ghost of Firemeier away*

The Sanctuary survivors stared at the opening that led to the basement.
Banjo: "+1, +1, +1 to our failing courage! - What? I'm trying to boost morale."

Slowly, the Sanctuary survivors descended the stone staircase into the bowels of the apartment complex…

Ahead, they saw a flickering light. Approaching closer, they saw a wall covered in spectral flames!

Mustiado: "Is the building still on fire?"
*the ghost of Ramsus runs through the flaming wall cackling madly*
voice of Rogue Nine crackling over the loud speaker: "How did you light the wall on fire?"
Ghost of Ramsus: "I - I don't know. Misplaced comma?"

The surviving Sanctuary members looked at each other.
Rakkoon: "Um... Who Ya Gonna Call?"
GrlumpThe Elder said, "The next thing you know zombies will be walking around." The sanctuary stared at Grlump. "What? What's wrong? Oh. Right.... Braaaiiinns...?"

The nerves of the Sanctuary shattered and they began to move away from the twisted mangled form of GrlumpTheElder. They took the nearest available escape... down a staircase into the complex's subbasement…

The fireproofed doors parted automatically as the Sanctuary survivors poured into a room decorated with occult objects, human skulls, and tapestries of various devils of the Nine Hells of Baator.
Tasroth: "With this act I call upon thee. I summon thee..."
Mkhaiwati: "What is the meaning of this?!"
Murska: "I know what it looks like to me..."
Tasroth: " - Oh, uh, hi guys!"
cd4: "Hi to you too.. Care to explain?"
Lemonus: "I have got to hear this."
Tasroth: "Um. This doesn't look like what it looks like. Uh... honest?"
Bobby Archer: "Oh I think it does..."
Calar: "You can't really explain your way out of this one."
Tasroth: "Isn't it a bit late for random pointing..."
Duneyrr: "I don't think so."
billtodamax: "You have to admit the evidence is compelling."

Summary: Tasroth was Lynched. He was a Werewolf.
Player names borrowed for flavor.

Night 15 begins now and ends in about 24 hours.
Please PM all night actions to Qwaz, Lex-kat & Rules Lawyer #1

[calar]

Friggen hell, we still haven't won yet? We gotta be getting close...

[rakkoon]

Yay unanimous wagons (well almost)

[Qwaz]

Reinholdt strolled along the street fairly lazily. It was well past curfew but no one was checking. 7 wolves dead in the last 6 days…Maybe he had cause to be cocky. The sniper rifle he held onto might have had something to do with it too though. I’ll bag us another tonight. Watch me.

Stopping beside the lift to red level he checked over Beatrice.

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Every piece was perfect. The weapon had been mass-produced but he’d honed her until she was the most exquisite symphony of flawless precision. A small filing here. An adjustment to the rifling there. Redistributing the weight of the stock and the trigger load. A lengthening of the barrel…He loved her – His Beatrice. He knew of no better marksman than himself and she was recalibrated after every use. What could go wrong?

A small growl came from an ally to his left. Wheeling he brought B up to his shoulder and sighted through the light-amplification scope he’d chosen for tonight…nothing. He slowly lower her and headed for higher ground. As he left he heard the growl again. Maybe the wolf had found another meal and was digging in. If so, perfect. He’d have it as it left the ally. The lift door shut behind him.

On red level he found a spot on the balcony and sighted toward the ally again. He couldn’t hear anything up here but he could make out a hulking shape. He focused, slowed his breathing. Waited. A piece of newspaper gentle fluttered along the road. Waited. A final flutter and it lay still. Pffft! A small silenced shot sailed straight into the hulking shape…nothing. No movement. No reaction. No howl?

Missed. Came a guttural snarl from behind him.

Shocked, Reinholdt lost his grip on Beatrice and she tumbled over the balcony. Even knowing what was behind him he couldn’t resist watching her go. A piece of him was on the way down with her. He winced as she landed muzzle first and bent her barrel a good 20^o from horizontal.

Finally turning round Reinoldt saw a fearsomely large wolf with what he couldn’t help thinking were sad, sad eyes. How? He asked flatly. I’m the best.

If you weren’t, you might have suspected you were being trapped. Now you are and I have to eat you. The wolf replied simply. Not gloatingly or gleefully. Just as if it were unavoidable.

I think I’d rather go with my love. Reinholdt spat back springing onto the balcony’s ledge. The wolf took one step forward and reinholdt flung himself towards Beatice. His spine bent by significantly more than 20^o.

The wolf turned away from the balcony and slowly transformed into a humanoid form as it stretched up to operate the “Lift Call” button. Really? The proud guy falling? How cliché

Summary: Reinholdt was Killed. He was a Mason.
Day 16 begins now and ends in around 48 hours.

[Reinholdt]

Awwwwwwww....

[Mustiado]

Lame. Sorry buddy. I guess I'll just wait to see who the unanimous wagon starts against today.

[Alarra]

How about Billtodamax?

[banjo1985]

Yep, Billtodamax sounds good to me, certainly a wolfish type I think.