thestonedog78 was walking along, arm in a cast after the tragic event. Revaryk walked along with them.
"How long until it heals?" Revaryk asked.
"At least a month," thestonedog78 said with a sigh.
"I hear you. Can't believe that spec writer got me arrested."
"Hey, it could've been worse. At least I only — "
"Yeah, yeah. Everyone knows what happened. We don't need to hear about it again."
"Fine."
Revaryk checked her watch. "Anyway, I have to go. You've got deliveries, too, right?"
"Yeah. They've got me working way overtime on delivery and mail, now that both of the usuals are dead. Truck's out by the bar."
"Alright. Goodnight."
Revaryk headed off home. thestonedog78 made his way towards the bar.
Revaryk walked into her huge, fancy house, the same sort that everyone in town could inexplicably afford to both own and keep in perfect order. They looked around...
She stopped, noticing a lumberjack in a plaid fedora standing in the main hall. The lumberjack had a shotgun in one hand and a giant axe in the other.
"You sold us out," the Canadian mobster growled.
"The cops were on to me," Revaryk said, reaching into her jacket pocket. "There wasn't a choice."
"Yeah, well, you didn't leave us with one either." The mobster swung the axe around in a circle. "It's just business, you understand. Also revenge. Also convenience. Also a hobby."
The lumberjack got ready to swing the axe...
Revaryk pulled the plaid pistol from her pocket, and peppered the poor lumberjack with piercing bullets.
"You think I don't know how this goes down?" she asked. "I've been slipping poison into peoples' coffee for you for weeks. Did you really think you could off me that easily?"
She blinked, considering the situation. It only took her a moment to realize what was really going on.
She reloaded and walked out. She knew what she had to do. And the first thing was get a drink.
Daydre stood behind the bar, watching the crowd. Surprisingly, despite the disproportionate death rate in the city, people seemed completely unwilling to leave, so, as always, it was crowded to the brim.
Knowlessman went up to the bar, sitting down. He looked around, sniffing the air...
"Daydre, give it back," he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Daydre called back in a sing-song voice.
"I recognize every single drink on tap here. They're all mine. As in, missing from my supply."
Daydre avoided eye contact, instead looking over at Rvdz's until-recently long-lost half-sister as she came up to the bar.
"Hey," Rvdz's until-recently long-lost half-sister whispered to Daydre in a decidedly sultry tone. "When do you punch out tonight?"
Knowlessman slowly skulked off.
Out back behind the bar, Rvdz was waiting as Knowlessman stepped out.
"We need to talk," Knowlessman hissed.
"About what?"
"Remember how your until-recently long-lost half-sister was dating Johnny? The paperboy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm pretty sure she's rebounded onto Daydre. Or maybe was cheating on him with Daydre all along."
Rvdz gave a look of mixed outrage and outright confusion.
"Yeah, I know," Knowlessman said. "But that's life about here."
thestonedog78 arrived outside the bar, looking about. The truck was still there, all well and good. Everything appeared to be in working order.
They climbed in the truck and got ready to start it up, but hesitated. It was going to be last call pretty soon, and they were right outside a bar...
They got out of the truck and headed inside. One drink for the road.
Revaryk walked into the bar, looking about. Her eyes drifted across the crowd. Rvdz's until-recently long-lost half-sister was walking out of the bar, lipstick smeared. Revaryk thought Rvdz's until-recently long-lost half-sister had the look of someone who was going to stop by that one Italian restaurant on Cliff Street for a romantic dinner with a bartender... but then again, maybe she was misreading that.
Daydre was getting ready to leave. They had the very similar look of someone who was going to stop by that one Italian restaurant on Cliff Street for a romantic dinner with Rvdz's until-recently long-lost half-sister. Either that or the look of someone who was feigning interest in their job so as not to scare off customers. It was hard to tell.
thestonedog78 had stacked up a large number of empty but vodka-scented pint glasses into a triangle. They were now standing and sauntering towards the front door, spinning their car keys about on a finger. The fact that they dropped the keys twice before they made it out a door and once took a full minute to find them again probably wasn't a good sign.
Knowlessman was standing just by the bar, hand resting on it. He had the look of someone who was waiting for a bartender to get distracted so he could steal back his booze. He occasionally glanced over at Rvdz, but then quickly looked away again.
Rvdz was flicking a switchblade knife open and closed from his small table, staring at Daydre with the fury of a thousand suns. He had a drink in front of him that he had made absolutely no effort to consume. In Soap Town, enough people left their drinks without finishing them or paying that there was legislature specifically to address that.
Someone here was going to die. And she knew who.
thestonedog78 climbed into his truck again, after falling down on their first attempt. They looked out at two blurry, moving roads that appeared to be full of zebras.
Good thing they were drunk. They'd never be able to drive on something this crazy sober.
They put the key in the ignition, turned the key... and heard the distinctive sound of an engine not starting.
Confused, they tried again. Still nothing but that sad sound.
They got out, went out in front of it, and attempted the tried-and-true mechanic's fix of kicking the hood.
They then heard the even-more distinctive sound of a car exploding for basically no reason.
At the sound of the explosion, the bar descended into chaos. People started running, getting under doorways, crawling under floorboards, heading out every exit, and stopping, dropping and rolling. The bar wasn't actually on fire, but the people of Soap Town weren't the brightest bunch.
Daydre was the first out the door to investigate. The moment they were gone, Knowlessman jumped over the bar and single-mindedly searched through bottle after bottle, grabbing as many of them as possible.
Rvdz opened the knife for good and followed Daydre out.
Revaryk was the last to leave, hand resting on her plaid pistol.
Outside, the flaming remains of the car were everywhere. As were the flaming remains of what appeared to be one very unlucky truck driver. Going by how easily they were burning, the oddest thing was how a person could survive so long with that much alcohol in their system.
thestonedog78, Extra, was pintodly taught a sobering lesson about how if you have the drive, you'll have a blast wherever you go.
Daydre froze, staring. Rvdz took the opportunity to lift up the knife menacingly. Behind him, Revaryk took her aim. One shot, and Rvdz would be history.
...Well, if he hadn't suddenly swung. The bullet missed him, hitting Daydre in the head. As she fell to the ground, she mumbled, "well, that's just pointless as boring."
Daydre, Extra, is now a missing persons case after Revaryk shot for the moon and ended up among the bars.
Rvdz turned to Revaryk. The two stared at each other for a long, tense moment...
"I know how this goes," Rvdz said.
"Bullets go into you until you die," Revaryk replied.
"Not exactly. You shoot at me, causing about 42 minutes of hospital staff frantically scrambling to save my life while other townsfolk frantically yell at them to do more. Then I spend a few days in recovery and am inexplicably fine afterwards. Then, it's never mentioned again except when I need something to be angsty about. You, meanwhile, get tracked down by your mafia friends and killed."
"I'm up for testing that theory."
"Oh, you don't need to test it." Rvdz pulled out a giant stack of papers written in 12-point Courier 10 Pitch with lots of all-caps. "I already wrote it out."
Revaryk grabbed the papers from him and stared at the first page... then started laughing.
"Plaid pistol," she said between laughs. "It says I use a plaid pistol."
The gun fell to the ground. Then, Revaryk's jacket, full of empty pockets on the inside.
She was holding what had been the contents of those pockets: a double-bladed axe and a chainsaw with a sniper rifle attached.
"What if I use these instead?" she asked.
"You were carrying all of that in a jacket?" Rvdz was becoming an expert at that mixed outrage and confusion expression.
"You really don't know how the Canadian mafia works, do you?"
"Actually, I do. That's why I wrote these."
He handed her a second pile of paper.
"Really?" she asked, waving the papers.
"Real Life Writes the Plot. You have to be prepared for anything."
"What if I drop the axe?"
"Thought of that."
"Dropped the chainsaw?"
"Check."
"Strangled you with my bare hands?"
"Yep."
"Dropped the axe, picked up the pistol?"
"Mm-hm."
"Dropped the chainsaw, picked up the pistol?"
"Let me check..."
Rvdz pulled out stack of papers after stack of papers. Revaryk tapped her foot against the ground impatiently.
"Oh dear, I don't think I have that one," he said.
Revaryk dropped the chainsaw and reached for the pistol. Rvdz pulled out a typewriter and started typing.
"Oh, well. It doesn't matter. You're about to have a heart attack and stroke at the same time as an aneurysm breaks."
"What?" Revaryk shouted. "That is so contri — "
She was cut off as she hit the ground, showing a mixture of symptoms that were only vaguely related to any of the conditions but looked dramatic.
Revaryk, Extra, plaid well, but wasn't the type to write great wrongs.
Knowlessman came out, carrying every single bottle in the bar. He whistled, looking around.
"Nice work," Knowlessman said. "This season's ratings are going to be better than ever."
"I hope so," Rvdz replied, putting the typewriter away. "I'd hate to have to do another of those stupid lightning marriage-divorce plots."
"You really cleaned it up after all, Rvdz. I can see why you're the Lead Writer ."
"Oh, honestly, they just made me that because I carry around a typewriter wherever I go."
"Whatever. Here's to the writers." Knowlessman pulled out a bottle of champagne and handed it to Rvdz. He then took one for himself as well.
Rvdz raised the bottle. "And to victory."
The bottles clinked together, and the two relaxed, drinking them...
As the sun rose, the two stood in silence for a moment.
"By the way, I'm totally gonna hook up with your until-recently long-lost half-sister," Knowlessman added."
"What? Not okay. I just killed the last two people who did that!"
"I'm the Jerkish Love Interest, Rvdz. What do you expect?"
There was a long, this time uncomfortable, pause.
"Next season should be entertaining," mused Rvdz.
The writers, Rvdz and Knowlessman, have prevailed! Good game to all!
I'm in for next, and I would like to apologize to everyone about how long this took. As I said, a lot came up (like finals, two colds and a foot cut open by stepping on something). But I should've seen some of it coming, so, y'know, still my fault and in light of it, I should be more careful about when I choose to run a game in the future.
Still, I hope you all enjoyed it, and thanks for playing.
edited 22nd Dec '16 1:26:10 PM by Speedchesser
*shrugs*
my winter break starts tomorrow so i guess i could try my hand hosting again
moved to Oceanstuck because this handle was starting to bother me my tumblr...no one in for next?
Well this is just sad. rip werewolf thread
moved to Oceanstuck because this handle was starting to bother me my tumblr@anza: you just say youre in and ill add you to the list
- anza_zb
- Black Mage Anolis
Anza, are you aware that werewolf games span multiple days?
We have 48-hour day phases and 48-hour night phases, that is plenty of time lol.
- anza_sb
- Black Mage Anolis
- thestonedog78
- anza_sb
- Black Mage Anolis
- thestonedog78
- Nine Tailed Cat
sorry if it seems like im posting a bit obsessively i want to make this place look like its still active
moved to Oceanstuck because this handle was starting to bother me my tumblr- anza_sb
- Black Mage Anolis
- thestonedog78
- Nine Tailed Cat
- Speedchesser
- anza_sb
- Black Mage Anolis
- thestonedog78
- Nine Tailed Cat
- Speedchesser
- Rvdz
I think I'll post the rules at the end of the week or when we have 9 people, whichever comes first.
moved to Oceanstuck because this handle was starting to bother me my tumblr

Sorry this is taking so long. The finals monsters have swooped down. After this, though, it should get back to normal and I'll go back and add the flavor text.
Skiller2, Spec Writer, is dead.
Thestonedog can't vote today or perform a night action tomorrow night.