Well. Damn.

@Knowless: Five townies, one wolf.

Four townies and one wolf by tomorrow.

We have a decent chance, I think.

Well.

That was interesting.

To say the least.

\*sigh* idk what to do now ._.

I'd like to think that the lightning storm gathering around the town in this game is a bit of a sign of my death at the hands of the wolves. That's for killing me, you hairy monsters!

So like, is it tomorrow yet? ._.

I'm working on it, but I have a lot to do and I'll be away most of tomorrow. I'll try to put the opening post up as soon as my pesky life stops bothering me for a bit.

Ah, it's cool, take your time. I know how life can be.

The day has like, begun and stuff, dudes. Also, people sensitive to language may want to stay clear of the first newspaper article.

"Hmph... there has to be something around here. Aha! Arrrrgh! I hate glass on the floor! Ow! Ow ow ow! I hate bumping into things! Ghaaa! No, dammit! I. Hate. Briefcases. On. The. FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRR!"

It was at this point that Knowlessman looked up to see that a shaggy figure, its eyes glowing a fierce red, was standing over him.

"I hate it when things are too easy," it growled. "So why not run? Make it hard for me to kill you. You don't want to see me when I'm 2% more angry than I already am."

"Did my briefcase give you trouble?" Knowlessman asked.

"What? That was yours?"

"Whose did you think it was?"

The wolf attempted a shrug. "I don't know. I guess I figured it belonged to one of the half dozen corpses in the closet."

"Fair enough," Knowlessman said, taking the briefcase. "But it's mine. You wanna know why it hurt so much to step on it?"

"Because of the spikes on it?"

Knowlessman looked disappointed. "You're not supposed to guess."

"Sorry."

"Anyway, this is the bit where I club you over the head and kill you."

"Well, go ahead."

Knowlessman eyed the wolf suspiciously, then slammed his briefcase into the werewolf's head.

"That hurt."

"Kind of the point."

The werewolf stepped back, and there was a snapping sound. Both looked in confusion at the briefcase, which was now missing its lethal spikes.

"You taped your spikes on?!"

"No! Don't be ridiculous! I would never be that clumsy! I ductaped them on."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." There was a brief pause, and then the werewolf charged Knowlessman, who jumped behind the zombie. The werewolf, berserk from its wounds, proceeded to tear the zombie apart. Knowlessman dove behind a table, and the werewolf flipped it, sending the fishtank on it skidding across the floor without damage. In response, Knowlessman grabbed the table and started using it to pummel the werewolf.

"You can't run," the werewolf taunted, slamming into the table and snapping into it. "You can't hide. You can't fight. You can't sing the numbers from the musical version of Plan Nine From Outer Space. You can't build a shark tank. You can't-"

"One-liners are supposed to be quick. And witty. And make sense."

"You're a nonsensical one-liner!"

"Can't you think of any good taunts?"

"I'll show inability to think of good taunts!"

"Just... stop."

The werewolf sighed and rammed into Knowlessman, sending him flying across the room, right into another wall. Knowlessman rolled away as the werewolf slammed into the wall behind him. Knowlessman then raced back to the fishtank, picked it up, and threw it.

The fishtank then bounced off the werewolf, hit a conveyor belt, and slammed into a light switch, which powered a laser, which lit a candle, which burned a rope, which caused a balloon to scare a cat, who powered a mouse motor, which powered the conveyor belt, which dumped the fish tank back on Knowlessman. It then broke into tiny pieces, giving him a major concussion, but not killing him.

It was at this point that the werewolf slammed a paw into Knowlessman, who grabbed a gun from the fishtank's remains and stepped back.

"You don't know it," said the werewolf, "but You Are Already Dead."

"Oh. Crap."

Knowlessman turned to look at the spot where the werewolf had struck him, then looked up as the werewolf proceeded to charge and tear him to pieces.

"Sike."

When everyone else finally woke up, they found Knowlessman dismembered on the floor, and his briefcase ransacked. Inside, they found more case records.

"Damn. He was the guy who saved me on that melon seed trial back on '09."

"You didn't recognize his face?"

"It was dark in the courtroom, okay?"

"Guys, guys!" someone shouted, running forwards. "Great news!"

"What is it?"

"Do you know who the werewolf is?"

"Have the guards agreed to let us out?"

"Did you find the cupcake recipe?"

"Even better! The newspaper's still being delivered!" {Beat}. "You guys just have no appreciation for journalistic devotion."

Knowlessman, Attorney, was steadfast, but shredfast.

The day will last π-1 days, rounded up to the nearest 12 hours. Choose carefully.

• b Ra Hi An 1
• Lord Herobrine
• Earl of Sandvich
• Rvdz
• Knowlessman
• She Who Must Not Be Named
• Zom "Executioner" Nolynch (Out of order until tomorrow.)

edited 9th Sep '14 8:07:34 PM by Speedchesser

I'm not dead....

I did not receive the Pm either. . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . Shit......

Options people... Options.

So, I suppose the werewolf lord activated a rage power. Because I'm pretty sure I was protecting myself. :/

Well, I guess then that means it doesn't have any other powers; there's some good intel.

EDIT: Ever so slightly miffed that my avvie and title weren't referenced at all in the death scene, though.

edited 9th Sep '14 9:03:03 PM by Knowlessman

Statistically speaking, each of us has a 20% chance of indicting the wolf.

Realistically, if it takes 4 votes to lynch the right werewolf.

We have a 1/625 chance of lynching him.

I know I'm not him.

so that brings it down to 1/256

. . . Oi. . . .

edited 9th Sep '14 9:41:08 PM by LordHerobrine

Sorry. I forgot. Plus, the only pun I could think of relating to your avatar was a bit of a shoe-in.

And yes, the werewolf leader raged. That's where the "I hate x" bit in the description came from.

Good luck, everybody. Yes, everybody.

edited 9th Sep '14 9:50:15 PM by Speedchesser

... crap...

I've got to vote or die at this point. This days ending before I get to do so is not helping my case one bit.

That said, we gain nothing from voting for me.

Roleclaim: Townie

I don't believe that rvdz or Named could be the wolves at this point. Then again, I'm just trying to absorb the recent posts for consideration. In the meantime:

VOTE: Lord Herobrine

Voting for Herobrine now seems a bit suspicious to me. We basically know he hasn't been turned,so the only reason for voting for him would be if you don't trust his roleclaim, and I don't really see why you would do that. So unless someone can change my mind:

Vote: Earl Of Sandwich

All right, roleclaim time.

I am the Interrogated Prosecutor, previously Police Trainee.

And I think you would all do well to follow my lead when I Vote: Rvdz.

Took up my role, huh Brah? I wish the best of luck to you guys. Do not choose...poorly.

and this is where everything falls apart

3 votes on three separate people.

. . . . . .

Oi. . . . .

What I think:

Immediately after Will was lynched, Knowless voted to lynch me, then counter-manded his argument.

O_o

Hail stormer was killed after he suspected me the first round.

Nine tails was lynched after being one of the more vocal people lynching stone

I somehow get a sinking suspicion that the last slaying by the Werewolf was in an attempt to keep me alive. There was no way s/he could have known I was the unsure juror the first kill though......

What I think the train of thought of the wolf was.

At the first round, everyone was sort of game, so the werewolf randomly picked Stormer, the first person to reply after the game officially started. We no lynched that day, so everything was fine.

Next day, the werewolf had 2 people in the gutter. Nine tailed was the first one to comment that day. After we stoned stone. Nine got it.

That was also the day the werewolf learned of my pivotal role. Its dillema then was to decide whether or not to attack me. Thing is, we'd know if that happened, so essentially that rules out another person the wolf needed to attack.

After nine got the claw, Knowless voted to kill me. In wolf terms, that means that lynching me would take out its visible ace in the hole. If it kills me, honestly, it wasted time since the villagers would just lynch me the next round.

So Knowless got it.

I know there's a connection here.

But we're gonna have to think fast...

Brah has in no less terms called out rvdz, which means one of three things.

ONE: If rvdz is the werewolf, then the game may be over.

TWO: If rvdz is NOT the werewolf, Brah is.

THREE: If neither of them are the werewolf.......shit.

edited 10th Sep '14 8:30:30 AM by LordHerobrine

Roleclaim: the seer.

. . . . . .

VOTE: RVDZ

Calling your bluff.

edited 10th Sep '14 8:32:19 AM by LordHerobrine

Oh well, this was fun while it lasted. Vote: Rvdz

So yeah, I'm the werewolf leader.

Beat

WHAAAAAAAA-???

I had you suspect on almost all of my lists.

Someone nearly called you out earlier

. .. . . . .

You're good :)

So tell us before you die, what was your train of thought through the game, through each kill?

Sure: On the first night I suggested killing Stormer to frame you to nbs, but I added that the frame up might be a bit too obvious. Nbs suggested that we just kill you instead, but Stormer somehow 'felt' more important to me so I ended up sending the kill PM for Stormer without asking nbs. She didn't mind luckily, and my gut feeling was proved right.

Then the whole thing with Dawg an his seer claim happened, which was pretty hillarious as a wolf. After that, nbs and I thought She Who Must Not Be Named and NTC would be the most likely to be onto us quickly, so we settled for NTC hoping to frame William Radar Storm the next day and then off Must Not Be Named the following night.

Neither of us expected NTC to take nbs with him however, so then I was on my own. I panicked a bit when Willy tried to commit suicide, but since most people seemed to think that was some sort of ploy, that all worked out in the end. Also, from the moment I learnt your role, I never saw merit in turning you, so I decided to let you live to sow some confusion.

The following night I thought killing She... would be too suspicious, since I was rather high on her public list, I wanted to keep Earl alive so I could try to frame him next round and I didn't touch you for reasons I've stated above. So just Knowless and Bra remained and I gambled on using my rage ability and kill Knowless. And well, you know what happened after that.

Brah caught on, I gather :)

Very nice game.

Yeah. I'm up for playing the next one.

This one isn't officially over yet though. I'm hoping for a rather epic climax, Speed. Your stories were all brilliant so far.