Actually, I suspected She at first too. Considering the fact that Stormer was the first to die, I assumed something was up, but apparently it was just a gut feeling on Rvdz's part. He was actually never very high on my suspect list until Willy was lynched, but I waited for the PM to confirm it.

Jeez, good thing for you guys he didn't decide to kill me ._.

...Wow. I really should've stuck with my initial suspicions yesterday.

Really, I expected this as soon as William turned out to be innocent.

Vote: Rvdz

Roleclaim: Interrogator Bearing Silver Bullets

Yup, it's over.

edited 10th Sep '14 2:13:11 PM by SheWhoMustNotBeNamed

Okay, the next post is on its way. I was away all day, so expect it to take a while.

Day's over, game's over.

Accusations, insults, and the like were flung around. Hostility and tension was in the air. Everyone knew exactly what would happen if they messed up. They might die, and they'd certainly have to build yet another fishtank, which was getting very old.

"I've had enough of this," Earl of Sandvich said. "We all know who's going to kill us in the end, either with the wolf or after it's long dead." He turned around, picking up the gun from the metal fishtank.. "Lord Herobrine, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

Rvdz tensed. "Put down the gun, Earl of Sandvich. You wouldn't want to do anything you'd regret."

"That's debatable," b Ra Hi An 1 said, calmly tossing a bowling ball. "I mean, you learn more from your mistakes than you learn from your good calls."

"I mean that if he attacks Lord Herobrine, I'm going to kill him."

There was a long pause. "Oh. In that case... Earl, hand me the gun."

Earl of Sandvich growled, but realized that he was outnumbered, and tossed the weapon to b Ra Hi An 1.

"Good." Suddenly, the now-armed juror spun around, and Rvdz found himself looking down the barrel of the firearm. "Now, we talk."

"There's nothing to discuss," Rvdz replied calmly, stepping slowly towards b Ra Hi An 1.

"No, there isn't." And with that, b Ra Hi An 1 reached for a briefcase, while Rvdz charged. With a deft swipe, b Ra Hi An 1 slammed the briefcase into their attacker, causing it to break. Rvdz stumbled back, dazed, but kicked the gun away in the process.

"They don't make briefcases like they used to," b Ra Hi An 1 said, picking up several papers and holding them to the light. "Listen up, everyone. I know none of you think much of me, but every time one of you had a trial, or was on a jury, or was targeting someone for stealing your toenail clippings, I was there. I was watching you from the start, waiting for the opportunity to prove my skills. I've studied law for years, and when The Hail Stormer passed away, I took his notes."

"That's ridiculous!" Rvdz shouted. "You weren't there during the case of the Hungarian soup-disposal system! And you know what? I was! I'm the real policeman here!"

He stepped forwards menacingly, but b Ra Hi An 1 deftly dodged, jumping into the jury box. Just as Rvdz was about to give pursuit, the water bottles being used to store the fish were flung at him, one after another. He growled then turned to the others. "You fools! Can't you see that you're being played?! I'm the real prosecutor!"

Just then, there was a click, and they all turned to She Who Must Not Be Named, holding the gun forgotten in the fight. In her other hand, there were a large number of photos, which she flung to the ground. Rvdz stared at them in horror. Each detailed a scene in which b Ra Hi An 1 searched backpacks, investigated the utensils of jurors at dinner, and inspected bullets lying on a table.

"How did you get those?" Rvdz growled. "Who are you?"

"I watch the watchers," she replied, then gestured to the photos with her gun. "You can thank the man you threatened for supplying these."

Rvdz turned to Earl of Sandvich, who held up a camera. "She had some surprising insight into The Hail Stormer. It was the least I could do to repay her."

With a look resembling that of a trapped animal, Rvdz turned to each juror in turn. b Ra Hi An 1 was calmly staring over the photos, unsurprised, and gave no special notice to the suspect. Lord Herobrine was flipping a coin, amused at the sight before him and ready to join in the fight. Earl of Sandvich was frantically writing, muttering things like, "furry killer defeated by fuzz." She Who Must Not Be Named still held the gun, pointing it right at Rvdz's head.

Then, unexpectedly, the cornered figure burst into laughter. "You want to kill me? Surely you realize that a gun won't be enough to stop me."

"Perhaps not under normal circumstances," She Who Must Not Be Named replied calmly. "But, conveniently enough, I make a habit of collecting silver bullets."

"Oh. Crap."

She gave him an unreadable look, then threw the gun across the floor. "However, I hardly think shooting you would be very satisfying at this point."

"Very satisfying?" b Ra Hi An 1 shouted."He's a werewolf!"

"And so shooting him would make for a very boring conclusion to his massacre, don't you think?" she asked.

Rvdz gave a sweeping glare, then his eyes lit up with fury, and his suit began to merge into his skin, transforming into a black, shaggy coat. Cruel fangs replaced his fingernails, and his mouth filled with sharp, jagged teeth, each covered in Knowlessman's dried blood. Within seconds, a werewolf stood in front of them, huge and terrible.

"Still think you shouldn't have shot him?" asked b Ra Hi An 1, grabbing John. He threw the zombie at the werewolf, who caught it, and the two proceeded to grapple. Lord Herobrine flung the coin, which bounced harmlessly off, and then grabbed the spotlight, which he pointed forwards to blind the wolfman. She Who Must Not Be Named grabbed the very piece of glass Nine Tailed Cat had killed himself with, and then flung it at the two. It pierced the werewolf, who, in a fit of anger, reached for the ground and felt for a lighter, one that was about to perform a very familiar service.

With a sharp thrust of the lighter, he set John ablaze, and the zombie stumbled backwards. Earl of Sandvich then grabbed the firehose to extinguish the suspect, but the werewolf grabbed the glass lodged in its back and flung it, piercing the hose and causing a leak. The zombie and Earl of Sandvich collided, both slipping in the puddle. Lord Herobrine, meanwhile, grabbed the noose that had once hung Johnny, and tied it around the light, which he then swung at Rvdz. It collided, shattering, and sent the werewolf stumbling back, while b Ra Hi An 1 grabbed the spikes from Knowlessman's briefcase and flung them, one after another, at the werewolf, causing him to lose ground. She Who Must Not Be Named then grabbed the firehose and upped its power, while Earl of Sandvich flung the zombie in its path. The blast knocked the zombie back, right into Rvdz. The werewolf tried to escape its attacker, but slipped on the blood writing left behind by William Radar Storm and fell.

In desperation, its furry hands scrambled around on the ground, until they felt something cold and hard.

The gun, still loaded with a silver bullet, lay at his side. He growled, tearing off John's head and sending it rolling across the floor, then raised the gun and pointed it, causing the jurors to freeze.

"Nobody move! This is the same gun that killed Speedchesser! I'm a crack shot, and so I assure you that if any of you, any of you at all, take a step towards me, you'll never take another step again!"

"Um... it only has one shot," Earl of Sandvich pointed out. "I mean, it's not like it was fully loaded."

"Ah, but don't you see?" asked the werewolf, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I only need one to ensure that none of you walk out of this courthouse alive. And that Johnny doesn't walk out dead."

They watched in horror as he raised the gun, pointing at the massive contraption that had killed their judge. He took a very careful aim, pulled the trigger, and... nothing.

He clicked it again several times, swore, and hammered it in frustration.

"Oh, it gets jammed from time to time," Lord Herobrine said, stepping forwards. "I think it's a problem with the safety. Try flipping it on and off."

"Oh, thanks," Rvdz said.

Everyone shot Lord Herobrine a glare. "What? I was just trying to help."

And so, Rvdz raised the gun and pointed it again. Everyone watched with bated breath as he pulled the trigger.

Nothing.

"God dammit!" he said, dropping the gun and kicking it twice. "Work, damn you! Why is this thing not firing?!"

He pulled the trigger several more times. Then, there was a distinctive BANG!

"Ha! Yes!" he said as he cheered and jumped in place. "Did you see that? I totally did it! I rule! I totally just brought the roof down! I totally..." He froze, slowly realizing something. "I totally forgot to aim."

As everyone watched, the shot bounced from beam to beam, until it struck a see-saw, which pushed a balloon, which disturbed a cat, who started a mouse motor, which powered a conveyor belt, which fired a laser, which lit a candle, which set off a rocket, which hit another see-saw, which then, without a bowling ball, hit another candle. Within seconds, the entire contraption was on fire, and the jurors, realizing what would happen next, dived for cover. However, Rvdz merely shouted out in anger as the roof fell.

There was a loud smashing noise, and everyone turned back to the heap of twisted metal and wood that covered the ground. Rvdz lay on the ground, next to a broken water bottle, coughing out blood.

"You may have one this time," he growled. "But you'll never escape from me. We are werewolves. We hunt. We kill. There is no escape. Sooner or later, we will destroy you."

"Yeah, yeah," b Ra Hi An 1 said dismissively.

"And I know Other's cupcake recipe... but I'm taking it to the grave."

"What? You monster!"

The wolf then proceeded to laugh, a terrifying sound that echoed through the empty courtroom. He only stopped to cough out a wave of blood. And then, with a final chuckle, he died.

Two months later...

Lord Herobrine stepped into Burgville Courthouse, his rubber duck hat sitting proudly upon his head. He looked around at it, barely recognizing the old structure. The floor was marble tiles, no longer the wood singed by the lighter incident. The contraptions hanging from the vaulted ceiling were much simpler than he remembered, with the bowling ball positioned to drop on the defendant instead of the judge. A titanium fishtank rested in the center of the room, its inhabitants still swimming peacefully. The zombie of John quietly swept the floor, making the occasional grunt of "sniarb." After only a few months, the whole place felt so different.

He walked over to his seat, the very place where, not long ago, Speedchesser's head had been shattered most spectacularly. Uncertainty filled him, but he eventually sat, staring out at the double doors while idly running his hand over the papers that covered the desk. Much to his surprise, the doors opened, and three suited figures walked in.

The first's sunglasses hiding their searching eyes, which also investigated the structure. They held no sign of their previous job, save for a pair of handcuffs on their belt, kept purely out of habit at this point. They gave a polite nod, and then approached the bench. The second frantically tapped on a tablet computer, muttering to themselves under their breath, both constantly writing and staring around, catching the smallest detail. The third seemed least interested in the new construction, and stared straight at Lord Herobrine's face... or rather, the rubber chicken on their head. She set down her briefcase and then joined the other two.

"I wasn't expecting you, b Ra Hi An 1," Lord Herobrine said, standing. "Why are you here? Surely you aren't the prosecutor."

"Oh, I've got another case over at the Knowlessman Courthouse," b Ra Hi An 1, the first one, replied.

"What?"

"It's the one next to the Thestonedog 78 Memorial Bridge."

"Isn't that the Nine Tailed Cat Nuclear Reactor?" asked the second, She Who Must Not Be Named.

"No, on the other side. I think."

"I see. So what are you doing here?" asked Lord Herobrine. "I understood that its start was in five minutes."

"We couldn't pass up the chance to talk to the latest judge," the second, Earl of Sandvich, replied. He reached out and shook Lord Herobrine's hand. "I had my reservations, but I suppose there's nobody as impartial as you."

"Well, I suppose that you make a fine recorder," Lord Herobrine commented. "So, what's your first case?"

"Oh, we're pressing charges against those guys who locked us in here," b Ra Hi An 1 said.

"And She Who Must Not Be Named is the attorney?"

She snorted. "No. I'm not touching that case with a ten-foot pole attached to a boxing glove that hits a lava lamp. You know, like the one you have up there." She pointed to the contraption.

"Like it?" Lord Herobrine asked, a hint of pride in his voice. "William Radar Storm drew it up when he pulled an all-nighter."

"It's great," b Ra Hi An 1 said quickly, before either of the other two could express their opinions. "But, ah... we'd better be off. The case will be starting any minute now, and I'm sure you two have other things to do." They shot meaningful looks at the other two. "Right?"

"I guess," She Who Must Not Be Named said. "I mean, I doubt my client will object to going over the strategy one more time." She paused to think, then added, "not that it'll help him. He's screwed."

"Well, I'll see you after the case," Lord Herobrine said, picking up the judge's mallet. "Maybe we can grab a coffee and talk about life and werewolves."

"No, we should go out of town," Earl of Sandvich said. "Go somewhere interesting. Get out of this mess. I mean, you only live twice." Realizing what they had said, they paused. "Well, I only live twice."

And so, the three left. The doors slammed shut behind them, and then Lord Herobrine waited. After a few minutes, Sean Other stepped in and bowed.

"The defendant is here, sir."

Lord Herobrine took a deep breath, relaxed, and then said his first order as judge.

"Show her in."

Rvdz, Werewolf Rage Leader, is ceiling the deal. b Ra Hi An 1, Trainee Interrogated Prosecutor worked with Lord Herobrine, Unsure Juror, Earl of Sandvich, Wraith Reporter, and She Who Must Not Be Named, Interrogator Bearing Silver Bullets, to drive off the werewolf menace.

THE END

And that's all for this theme! Congratulations to the town for your victory, and to the werewolf team for a damn good try. I hope you all enjoyed it, even though the unclear roles led to some balance problems. I can distribute hats like mine for avatar wear if anyone wishes.

I'll update the opening post as soon as I can with a list of what role everyone had and when they died. It may take a day or two, but I'll get it done.

Also, I'm in for next.

edited 11th Sep '14 11:54:44 AM by Speedchesser

\*Slow Clap* That was... That was beautiful. c':

And yes, I'm defs up for the next round too.

Also, hats?

Brilliant game, everyone! We had an amazing narrative, the wolves made pretty smart choices, and I'm proud of how well the other analysts picked up after I got offed. Also, I find it amusing that one of the town's best players was actually neutral.

I'll probably sit out next round, since I can't exactly play that well when I'm missing whole game days due to classes. I'll still watch how it goes, though, and provide commentary if allowed.

edited 10th Sep '14 9:10:09 PM by NineTailedCat

I'm in.

And I'm taking that hat for the next round. *puts on head, and pats the ducky*

Squeak!

Good game, all. And as usual, awesome narration, Speedchesser (and I really like how you worked with the headlines I gave you in night PMs)! That said... not my finest moment, since my only effective action amounted to a late-night glossing over (in hindsight, my vote and reasoning felt stupid now) and much of the time I was occupied by something.

Anyhow, I'm open for hosting again.

edited 10th Sep '14 10:13:14 PM by EarlOfSandvich

I'm in for playing again next time.

Like I said before. I'm up for playing next game.

Okay, so so far we have:

• bRaHiAn1
• The Hail Stormer
• Lord Herobrine
• Rvdz
• Speedchesser

I'll start this after this weekend for sure.

That I did. Edited in.

edited 11th Sep '14 12:16:33 PM by EarlOfSandvich

I think you forgot me ._.

I'm in for next game.

And also, I noticed in the ending post of last game that all townies who died got a place named after them, but I did not see mine. So what would I get?

Well done, town.

I think I'm in for the next game, as well.

Yeah I noticed that too. I was all like, "hey what about stormer?"

I'll play again!

Updated list:

• bRaHiAn1
• The Hail Stormer
• Knowlessman
• Lord Herobrine
• nbs4
• Rvdz
• She Who Must Not Be Named
• Speedchesser

Anyone else?

I'm in.

The Hail Stormer: Well, the town's grown rapidly since the incident but it doesn't have much history, so as the most famous people, most of you got multiple places named after them. Among yours were a police station and Hail Stormer Hats down on 17.333333rd street.

Yay! I have the city's law enforcement working under my name! And a hat shop that sells replicas of my Jaeger Fedora!

The police station was named after him? o:

Is this because the only cop in town was his "apprentice"? :P

Can I keep the ducky hat in the next game?

@Herobrine: Dude, I will draw a ducky hat onto your Swampert if Speedchesser doesn't beat me to it.

One more can work, three would be nice.