First thing is first - the poll function seems to have a max limit, so we're going to have to do this a slightly different way. There will be a voting thread for each day. Please submit your votes there by saying: Vote: Harrow Orn Link: http://wfcforums.com/index.php?threads/day-1-voting.52725/#post-2535063 It will be easier for me to count up this way. All votes are final. You cannot change your vote. Voting closed at 8.30pm Onto the game... Players: Cassetti's Beard cthulhu Diamond Otter Hornetgags Meh HappyHornet NorwayHornet With A Smile Miked2006 Optimistichornet Squibba EdwardCohen1969 PowerJugs Daft Row domthehornet Steve Leo Beleck BigRossLittleRoss PhillipineOrn A big thanks to Opti for providing me with the following prologue: The bell rang loudly. ‘Last orders’ called the barmaid. The villagers downed what remained of their current drinks, and bustled over to the bar. One by one they each picked their final drinks for the night, before settling back into their conversations. Harrow Orn was the last to be served. He sidled up to the bar leaning one elbow on the polished surface. ‘What’ll it be luv?’ smiled the barmaid. ‘Now isn’t that a good question,’ replied Harrow winking at the girl. ‘Something sweet, and refreshing I think,’ he replied with a grin. The girls face took on a thoughtful expression, ‘Hmmm, well I’ll have to see what I can do, but in the meantime what would you like to drink?’ Harrow looked over the options. He noted Mazzari’s Pale Ale, grimacing. Having tried it last week he knew it was more like a bitter, but not one that left you feeling happy. Instead as he had drawn close to the bottom of his pint he had become more and more disillusioned, to the point that he thought about just lobbing the remainder onto the stone floor. ‘I’ll have a double of Silva Scotch please beautiful!’ he eventually decided. ‘Right away Sir,’ she responded, and then in an undertone ‘and maybe later you can have something sweeter!’ She turned away from the bar to fetch his drink. She was a good looking girl, Harrow mused, he was going to enjoy himself this evening. The barmaid returned with his drink, and the two began to chat. Slowly the tavern emptied around them, and as the last of the late night revellers exited Harrow drained the remainder of the scotch. It had left him with a keen sense of anticipation and he licked his lips. ‘Well, I best be off then!’ he said to the barmaid with a reluctant tone, turning to leave. ‘Not so fast,’ the barmaid replied quietly from behind. Harrow turned. ‘Why don’t you help yourself to something to drink, while I go and get into something more comfortable.’ Inwardly Harrow’s primal-self roared, but he maintained his cool. ‘Ok beautiful, if you insist.’ Harrow walked around the bar and the waitress sidled past him, brushing so close that her perfume made him slightly lightheaded. ‘You wait right here,’ she whispered into his ear before heading off to the back. As she went she dimmed the lights, before climbing the stairs. Harrow helped himself to another Silva Scotch, and went over to the sofa by the fireplace. He leant back and stared at the fire. He could hear the pattering of the girls footsteps upstairs, and sipping at his drink, he stared into the flames. It had been a long time he thought since the evil had left the village, almost enough time to forget all the harm it had caused last time. In fact Harrow barely thought about it anymore, but he could still picture the innocent civilians they had burned at the stake last year. A bang from upstairs awoke him from his reverie. ‘Are you alright hun?’ he called. There was no reply. Heaving himself up from the sofa, Harrow made for the stairs. He climbed up swiftly and was soon standing on the top floor of the pub, where a light was shining through the lone doorway. His heart was pounding in his chest, through nervous anticipation or fear he could not tell. ‘Stay cool, Harrow, stay sexy,’ he muttered to himself, ‘YOU ARE THE MAN!’ He forced himself to step forward, ‘ready or not here I come!’ He strode forward through the semi open door into the room. Harrow froze in horror. The girl’s body lay spread-eagled on the bed, blood soaked the sheets and her stomach had been torn open. A nasty gash lay across her throat, and she choked as her own blood ran down her throat. Harrow rushed forwards. A fatal mistake. The beast crashed into him from behind, and Harrow slammed into the floor. He heard a roar, and then a sharp crunch on the back on his neck. After a slight pain, it didn’t hurt anymore, but Harrow was aware that he could no longer move his limbs or talk. His eyes rolled in his head, before the beast turned it to face him. The wolf smiled, and then tilted the head downwards. Harrow saw his own body lying on the floor, decapitated at the neck. Conscious thought then left him, and Harrow faded into the darkness. The villagers found the bodies the following morning, after locating the trail of blood that the wolf had left. Sprawled on the bed lay the barmaids body. Harrow’s head lay next to her on the pillow, but the rest of his body could not be found. Scrawled on the wall in blood was the message ‘We Are Back. Run.’
Have fun people. I will aim to respond to anything as quickly as possible, and will post the vote counts every now and then in this thread as well. But do keep an eye on the voting thread.
Morning all, Taken dog for walk round village. Already been to Optimistichornet's vet. What's this Wolf business you've been o... Oh.
Morning. Don't think I've played a game with so many other players before. Its going to be tough to keep track of everyone.
Usually have a few no shows in the vote and non posters so plus lynch and kills tonight we will lose a few I think
Morning all. Great write up. For anyone interested in football trials, The Village VI will be training later today. All are welcome.
The bar is open. Though I've apparently lost my only good barmaid and I have a blood soaked room to clean up. Thanks Opti. Thanks a bunch!!!!!
Morning all. RIP Harrow. Hope you all liked my "Harrowing end for local lothario" headline. Bad puns are my specialty as your local journo.
Always have one or two who end up forgetting and getting killed off after the first evening by whoever is running the game.
This would suggest PowerJugs is showing as good unless we have a ridiculously clever Wolf, (in which case we may as well give up).