A Dyscworlde WereWolfe: Dei In Machina

[Zar Peter]

End of the day!

The night begins. Darkness flows into the city. In fact the light is fleeing out of the city, complainig about the smell and the bad food, leaving the darkness behind but that’s just nit picking. Fact is: It’s night.

In the shades a group of 7 ghosts leaving the scene. They had no luck with their last victim, a couple of old man. One of them, a ghost named Aziraphale, is looking back, shaking his head. “They were so old man! How could this happen?”
Then the ghosts disappear.

A fight is going on in the Mended Drum. Partly because one of the customers politely indicated that another customer is standing on his foot, mostly because the other customers were drunk and bored.
In the middle of the fight there is a tiny, green figure standing on a cigarette packet, shouting and gesticulating.
“People! Friends! Lizards! Stand up for yourself! We don’t want this fighting all the time! We have the power to change the drum! We can make a proper restaurant out of this place! Come with me….”
A boot stepped on the figure, squishing it flat as the world.

In the Unseen University there’s a little click and Hex MK II (detrevninisisiht) is kicked out by the ants.

The day watch at the Onion Gate is closing the door. Suddenly they see a Llama approaching.
“What’s this?”
“Looks like some Klatchian animal.”
“A foreign animal? It wants to invade the city! Close the doors!”
“Come on, how does one animal invade a big city like this? I’m sure he does no harm. We let it in, it looks so cute.”

About a mile outside of the town a flock of sheep ended their cruel work. Lord Fullbladder lies in a stench of green blood, trampled by the sheep.
“Ha, he didn’t want to say where this Llama is! But we will find it! No one stops us!”

The night watch is beginning it’s duty.
Nobby Nobbs is strolling through the streets in civil clothing. He don’t want to attract attention, although it’s really hard with his face and body not to attract attention.
Suddnely he sees a corpse lying in the gutter. He turns the body to see his face and a little scream escapes!
“Searg… erm Mr. Colon! Look at this! That’s me! Dead!”
Colon comes closer, looks at the corpse and takes the mans mask away.
“Silly carnival costume. That’s Mr. Eidreff who lives in Shamlegger Street. Well, lived I should say better.”
Thoughtfully they walk away.

The Musicians guild. A large Troll with a drum is standing in front of the desk.
“No one says Pumic is bad drumer! NO ONE!” Then he leaves the guild.
Inside the guild leaders discussing:
“It was a mistake! I said it to him: Don’t upset the Troll”
“Yes, literally self murder I say.”
“But who will be or next secretary now?”
“Hey you, do you want to take Mr. Clete’s place?”

Summary:
Lizard Lord was lynched, he was a citizen
Aziraphale, detrivni****, eidreff and Lord Fullbladder were autolynched and also citizen
Atreyu has entered the game.
KerfuffleMach2 was autolynched, he was Mr. Clete, secretary of the musicians guild and member of the MCSC. His job was distributed to one of the left villagers.


Night should end in 24 hours, please send in your night actions to all three narrators.

[Zar Peter]

End of Night 2

Two dark cloaked figures climbing on the roofs high above Treacle Mine Road heading towards Misbegot Bridge.

Are you sure Dr. Cruces said this name?

Yes, yes! He also payed very well.

But… that’s disgusting! I can smell it here already! And we are three streets away from him.

Come on! That’s why we should do the job! We are the best with Crossbow in the whole guild! And without a crossbow you stand no chance.

I... don’t think I can do that. I’m already feeling sick.

See I thought about that, too! Here you have a clothes peg. Put it on your nose and let’s do it.

The two figures vanishing in an alley, sneaking to the bridge… two well aimed bolts whistling through the air… and Foul ol’ Ron is dead.

The Grim Squeaker, who is on his duty near the occasion, takes down his hood for a few seconds, then he goes on bringing the souls of some poor rats to their maker (or to the big cheese banquet).


Summary:
Freshmeat_ was killed by Assassins carrying out an order of the MCSC
He was Foul ol' Ron, one of the Canting Crew.

Day begins and should last 48 hours minimum.

[Freshmeat]

(Too bad. I was really enjoying this game. )

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Points at Shadow

Okay, he's tried to distract us with his point at the narrator plan. I say we lynch him and lynch him good, so he can't pester us anymore.

[Madmal]

((Is Shadow even playing?))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(nope. It probably wouldn't be wise to lynch someone not playing, but I've always wanted to. I was sooooooo close with Tormsskull.)

[Madmal]

((... ... ...Llama...don't make me take out the Werecougar...))

The Luggage lurks climbs on top of a wardrobe. Maybe he likes the moths there, maybe he's going to sleep, who knows.

[Andre Fairchilde]

(New day! Non-players - please stop pointing in game.

Players, please stop pointing at narrators, yourselves, and non-players. The votes don't count and are confusing. Especially to me. I'm easily confused. )

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(okay..okay...I'll be good. Say...does anyone play as Gaspode yet?)

[Madmal]

((yeah, Banjo.))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(hmmmmmmm)

* The llama points at Banjo!* ONce he's dead, I CAN BE GASPODE!!

[Helgraf]

Viva ys reyvylytyn! *poynyts yt Banjo*

[Emperor Demonking]

"Zombie pixie, they have zombies and pixies. What sort of place is this for one such as myself. They have Bnjos as well, I hate banjos"

[Zombie pixe]

*points at Emperor Demonking*


just because im a bloody wizzard!!

[A Rainy Knight]

The Bursar somehow managed to find his way back to UU, and he's back to roaming the halls again, when he bumps into Zombie Pixe. He looks down, picks a stray pebble off the floor, and says, Drop the teapot, pick up the goldfish, that's how it ought to go, eh? Too many shoes these days. And with that, he continues on his way.

[blademaster42]

As Detritus wanders along, he nearly steps on Gaspode (banjo). He then heads to the watchhouse, put off his shale and coke lunch.

[Lamech]

Hmm... I'll go with Banjo.

[Zombie pixe]

but im wearing sandals...?

[Fin]

Strangely most people in the area had an abnormally large amount of tree bark and as a result Fin had created a small tree bark mansion. From the top of which he called...

Lo! Citizens let it be known that I still have far too few buttons to prevent the end of the wprld by re fastening the fabric of time... Atreyu The Masked Llama do you have the buttons I seek to prevent our screaming temporal doom!!!

[Ominous]

Auditor one: We understand how this works now.
Auditor two: Do we?
Auditor four: Yes, we do.
Auditor one: We want to know why we have to point at all?
Auditor four: A good question.
Auditor one: They will kill themsleves whether we vote or not, therefore, we should refrain from pointing and let them kill themselves. We do not want to draw attention to ourselves.
Auditor two: We agree with this plan.
Auditor four: We would be violating the auto-lynch rule, which requires us to vote or be removed from the game.
Auditor two: We bring up a good point. We cannot violate the rules.
Auditor one: We are the rules, just rewrite them.
Auditor four: This isn't something simple like gravity or nuclear reactions. These are rules created by the living. Also, altering them will bring undo attention to us and get us pointed at.
Auditor two: We have affectively ruled out changing the rules.
Auditor one: We see the error in trying to change the game rules.
Auditor four: Now that that is settled, who do we want lynched.
Auditor two: The rules say we're trying to lynch those belonging to or wanting to join the MCSC, so we should point at one of them.
Auditor one: Well the members of the MCSC and those wanting to join the MCSC are...
Auditor four: We can't use our knowledge of all of reality to influence who we point at.
Auditor two: But we know what everyone's role is already, how can we not use that knowledge to determine who to point at?
Auditor four: We could randomly determine who to point at.
Auditor one: We should know better than that. Nothing is random. The number a die shows is determined by the position of the die when thrown, the velocity of the die, the distance from a surface the die is, what the composition of the surface is, and a multitude of other factors that we all know, and can use to make the die choose one of the MCSC.
Auditor four: What if we use the other players to determine who we point at?
Auditor two: That should be sufficiently random.
Auditor one: What method do we use?
Auditor four: We think that we should vote for whoever the majority is currently voting for.
Auditor one: So we're back to the bandwagon idea?
Auditor four: Do we have any better ideas?
Auditor two: We do not have any better idea.
Auditor one: Are we sure we don't have any better ideas?
Auditor two: We are sure.
Auditor one: Very well, we will attempt to lynch Banjo.

Auditor four creates a sheet of notebook paper held onto Banjo's back by a piece of tape. The notebook paper has "Lynch Me!" written on it.

Auditor two: That should do nicely.

[FoE]

The special-investigative golem interrupts the conversation and finger-pointing. He scribbles quickly on his chalkboard and reveals it to the audience.

"I'm Sorry, But I Cannot Believe That Banjo Is Guilty. Also, He Owes Me Money And I Need To Collect It Before He Dies. Free Golems."

He then erases the writing, which unbelievably managed to fit on the chalkboard despite it is not more than a foot wide. He then writes, "I Believe The Butler Did It. And By That I Mean I Suspect Emperor Demonking, Even Though I Have No Proof. Well, Proof That Would Stand Up In Court. Cough."

Instantly, everyone is mystified as to why he ended his message with the word "Cough." A commission is quickly formed to investigate this mystery, but they come up with no conclusions.

[EmeraldRose]

A small dustcloud is kicked up in circles around the citizens being pointed at. There appear to be noises of fighting, as well as several "BAAAA"s.

Git it over wi' Rob! The ships're gettin' restless!

Right! Just let me heed stop spinnin' an' I'll point!

The dustcloud spins around Rincewind/Zombie Pixe as he runs from the scene, and he finds himself light of his coin purse in the process. A voice is heard from the cloud...

This one dinnae look like a real wizard! An' his topper is spelled wrong!

How d'you know, Rob? You cannae spell!

The voices disappear in the distance with the dustcloud, but the distressed "BAAAA"ing continues...

[I'm da Rogue!]

"I Believe The Butler Did It. And By That I Mean I Suspect Emperor Demonking, Even Though I Have No Proof. Well, Proof That Would Stand Up In Court. Cough."

Since I have no clue what's going on, I'll trust my lover and point at that Emperor Demonking guy.

[Raiser Blade]

Point at banjo

[PhantomFox]

Moist von Lipwig knows that it's not a good idea to kill dogs. Especially when the death of his dog (who was willed chairmanship of the mint) would result with assassins on his tail. Therefore, he goes with the next best thing, Emperor Demonking.

[whitehelm]

Sigh...I have no idea who to point for, so I point at Helgraf so he doesn't feel left out.

[The Bushranger]

His duties by the bridge completed, the Grim Squeaker heads back into town, pausing to glare at Emperor Demonking, who is suspected of providing aid and comfort to...cats.

[Fleeing Coward]

Been his day off, Constable Visit wanders down the streets handing out pamphlets to whomever he can get close enough to. Upon seeing Emperor Demonking standing around looking confused, he approaches him, with copies copies of Unadorned Facts and Battle Call in his hands.

Care for some enlightenment good sir? I'm sure that whatever you seek, Om has the answers you're looking for. Here have some free pamphlets, the sooner you join the Church of Om, the sooner we can help guide you away from the path of eternal damnation.

[Andre Fairchilde]

(By the way - the Day will end on Saturday, Dec 26 at 5 PM East Coast, U.S. or -5 GMT.

That is all.)

[Ominous]

Auditor two: Another bandwagon has formed and passed the number of votes for Banjo.
Auditor one: We must follow the rules of randomly determining who we point at.
Auditor four: Emperor Demonking is our new target.

Auditor four pulls the notebook paper off of Banjo and places it firmly on the back of Emperor Demonking.