Werewolf XVI: Day 3

There's a chance the write up will be quite late today, depending on whether something overruns or not. Apologies in advance if this is the case. I will likely be able to shut the village and open the Tavern at about 8, but the write-up might be an hour or two after that. Sorry if this happens.

Tomorrow night the village will have to close late, and the write-up will follow that, as I don't finish work until 10pm. More on that tomorrow though.

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Anonymous message #1 (08:29):

Anonymous message #2 (09:42):

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A wolf tore through Meh!’s porch and front door. Meh! jumped up from his desk and, as if possessed, words came tumbling out of his mouth.

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night…”

“What?” The wolf roared.

“…who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,” Meh! was trembling as his spoke, in his hands was his own half-finished poetry from that night. He gripped tight.

The wolf was getting impatient. “WHAT?”

“…who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom…”

The wolf shook his head and stepped forward.

Meh! inhaled deeply, “I’M WITH YOU IN ROCKLAND!” And with that Meh! grabbed his quill from the desk and launched himself towards the beast.

Landing with a leg either side of the wolf’s torso, knocking the wolf to the floor, Meh! began driving his quill into the wolf’s face. The wolf’s gums and nostrils soon flared up and began to bleed thick black blood.

Screaming, Meh! began to punch, kick and bite the wolf, who wasn’t so much fighting back as blocking the deadliest of contact. “I won’t go down without fighting! This better not be about my writing!”

At this utterance the wolf threw Meh! across the study. “Say that again,” the wolf boomed, bringing himself to his feet.

Meh! appeared to lose his nerve. “I’m… I’m sorry?”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?”

Sheepish, Meh! replied, “This better not be about my writing. I- I said that this better not be about my poetry. I-“

“YOU MADE IT RHYME, YOU D***WHISTLE.”

Meh! was lost for words.

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T GO DOWN WITHOUT FIGHTING AND THAT THIS BETTER NOT BE ABOUT YOUR WRITING!” The wolf’s eyes shone an intense icy blue-white. “YOU UTTER, UTTER WHOPPER.”

The wolf stomped over to Meh!, picking up a fresh quill on the way.

“Woah, woah,” Meh! was shuffling backwards until his back was up against the wall. “Now now, we can talk this through, don’t be hasty-“ It was too late.

“You don’t deserve to live.” The wolf, in that moment, stabbed Meh! through the windpipe with the quill.

“Jesus,” the wolf said. “Now a bit of peace finally.”

The blood that dripped from Meh!’s mouth and throat was red. Meh! was GOOD. Meh! was silent.


On the other side of the village, cthulhu was ironing his shirts, listening to a motivational recording on his iPhone 6 via his white Beats by Dr Dre.

The recording played: “The world will not belong to managers, or those who can make the numbers dance. The world will belong to passionate, driven leaders – people who not only have enormous amounts of energy but who can energise those who they lead.”

There was backing music to what cthulhu was listening to. It was this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHAvjaHtlMA

“The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality. The last is to say thank you. In between it is your responsibility to get on the property ladder, and get a buy-to-let and sort yourself out. A house is not a home any more, it is an investment, a shiny tassle in your portfolio. A centurion in your super army. Become one of us.”

“To be a corporate success, you need what I like to call ‘business balls’. You need to not be afraid to put your neck on the block. Get out there, suggest a different font for the weekly sales meeting’s PowerPoint; redesign the firewall in your office, even if you don’t have any IT experience; order the Facilities staff about a bit. Seize the day.“

“Grab those nuts and get sassy with your boss. You want to be the boss, right? Get rid of that bossy s*** then and get on with it.”

*THUD*

An almighty punch to the back of the head was all that was needed.

But what was this? Running from cthulhu’s caved-in skull was the unmistakable black liquor of the blood of an evil villager. The wolf that punched thulhu stepped back in anguish. “F***’s sake.”

cthulhu was EVIL. cthulhu’s business balls would never change the world.


On the outskirts of town was Norwayhornet’s farm, which he liked to call his Nordic Ranch. Norwayhornet was still up even though it was almost half four in the morning. He whistled the Indiana Jones theme as he worked in the cowshed, which he had turned into a workshop since the killings started.

Norwayhornet was nailing razorblades to one of his hoes, which he intended to springload by his front door. He was in the early stages of booby trapping his house, Home Alone style.

All of a sudden there was a loud crashing sound from out in the yard. Norwayhornet immediately downed tools and crept outside with his torch.

In the dim glare of the torch light, it was apparent that Norwayhornet’s earlier experiment had worked. He’d hidden a pit of spikes near the front gate, and someone, or something, had fallen into it.

He approached the pit with caution. A hand appeared, trying to pull the victim’s body up and over back onto level ground. The hand was not human. It wan’t even a hand, strictly speaking. It was a claw, and its nails glinted in the moonlight. Norwayhornet had bagged himself a wolf.

Excited and terrified, Norwayhornet did a little hop and punched the air. “Yeeesohhhh b*ll*cks whatamigonnado?” He quickly turned and ran towards the kitchen, in the hunt for a knife.

Frantically trying to work out how to turn the dishwasher off so he could get to hiss knives, Norwayhornet was caught off-guard and knocked out after a blow to the back of the head. The wolf had pulled himself out of the pit of spikes, and had hauled himself, with a trail of dark blood behind him, into the kitchen.

When Norwayhornet awoke, dazed, he wasn’t sure where he was. His eyes struggled to focus, but his other senses were coming to much quicker. There was a lemony smell, and there was thyme and oregano in the air. Confused, Norwayhornet fumbled for anything but found that he couldn’t move his arms all that far. He could now faintly smell burning. A bit bacon-y perhaps.

“This sweet potato will be exquisite, old boy. I didn’t realise you even grew that here. Wonderful foodstuff, don’t you think? A perfect compliment for tonight’s meal.”

Norwayhornet was being cooked alive by a wolf. He was so stunned he couldn’t even muster a scream.

“Well, into the oven with you then.” And with that Norwayhornet was roasted. Pushed into the wood-burning oven. Smoky.

From the confines of the oven, Norwayhornet could see that this wolf didn’t eat the giblets, as his insides were tossed on the compost heap next to the chopping board. Things suddenly felt pretty empty in his midriff area.

Norwayhornet wished his vision hadn’t come back at all. He wished he hadn’t come round at all. Everything he saw or sensed made him aware of his imminent demise. It wasn’t nice.

An hour or so later, not only was Norwayhornet dead, but all that remained was the bones and the blood from a medium rare cut, cooked and eaten to perfection. That blood, of course, was red. Norwayhornet was very GOOD indeed. Norwayhornet was a better dinner than the wolf expected.


Elsewhere, the Guardian had set up camp outside Diamond’s bakery from early on, but found himself bored and idle all night. The Guardian trudged home once again just before dawn, wondering whether he’d ever get any sleep again.

 

on a positive the wolf has taken out a team evil player, cant help but think it must be Darave today unless the messages throw something up. will be interesting to see whether he is mentioned again

 

graveyard keys please

 

great write up again 352 by the way!

 

On the plus side at least we lost another evil, even if we don't know what their role was

The worry is have we just lost our seer ?

If so that will they know who the original seer had viewed ? If not then the game has basically started again

 

Players:

cthulhu - EVIL – Killed Night 2
Otter - GOOD – Killed Night 1
Meh! - GOOD – Killed Night 2
Diamond
Cude>2< - EVIL – Lynched Day 1
Harrow Orn
Squibba
miked2006
sonofben
Jellyman
HeppyHornet24
merchandiseman41
simms - GOOD – Killed Night 1
The Voice of Reason - GOOD (Governor) – Lynched Day 2
nairobi hornet
Norwayhornet - VERY GOOD – Killed Night 2
AshdonWFC
wfcmatt
darave8
Optimistichornet
WatfordTalk
Cassetti’s Beard
wfcmoog
With A Smile
fox in the box – Final warning for inactivity…
nornironhorn
PhilippineOrn
Daft Row
Oxhey Hornet
steve harrow
Abso

Players remaining: 24


Voting closes at 8pm once again.

Remember to vote or risk death.

 

The seer / New Seer needs to view Darave8 if they haven't already done so.

If the 2nd message yesterday was from the seer, then they need to back up their claim to go after Darave8 by confirming his good or evil

 

Just to give you heads up, I have a parish meeting after 5 today that is going to take up a few hours, so I'll have to vote before then.

 

There will be backup seer if this is the case.

 

Cemetery keys have already been requested for all dead players. You'll be allowed in there soon I'm sure. Enjoy drifting around between life and death for now.

 

but will they know who the original seer viewed ?

if not then they are starting blind

 

just looked back at yesterdays writing from Norway and his vote. He protects Darave early on and says he thinks its not him, he then votes for Miked but is the only one to do so, rather than a seer was he perhaps the witness hence his different voting to everyone else and his hints in his messages?

 

Anonymous message number one has arrived already.

 

Yep, the seer needs to look at Darave.

Interesting the wolf went for Ctulu.

Brilliant the guardian didn't protect me tonight, hopefully gives me two more days to root out team evil.

 

Thank You Guardian for watching over me last night, it is appreciated.

As has already been said, the Seer needs to take a look at Darave today and even if he shows as good we can move on with a lot of good players left the game. It's not a wasted view.

 

I have a sneaky feeling were going to lynch a good guy this evening I see no concrete evidence to Lynch Darave or TVOR yet they were mentioned in messages (possibly at random) that is more than going for anyone else . the wolves have muddied the waters very well indeed we need to analyse who has pointed fingers and accused others .

keep in mind we have 2 of the 3 wolves know each other are there 2 posters getting a little cosy or co ordinated !

Another message from Norway hinting he was the witness above.

 

I can tell you for sure that the above is the wolf.

He knows that the seer is going to look at him today, and this is his only option to save his own skin (pass the buck onto me as promised)

The seer now needs to clarify that they did confirm me good yesterday and that they went first, and tell us whether darave is evil.

 

Is that the earliest message ever in Werewolf history?

Unfortunately it's meaningless until the 2nd one turns up. What's the betting that message 2 clears Darave?

 

Message 2 wont clear darave, I would put my house on it; I know that message 1 yesterday was from the seer!

It's not 100%. But if darave dies and is evil, and I spent the whole afternoon telling you guys to go for darave over TVOR, you will have your answer.

 

Looks like evil are starting early on trying to get rid of me, please don't be fooled. I can tell you 100% the first message today is from the wolf!

When I look back, it seems that Norway knows a lot more than he's letting on. Miked is almost certainly bad now and he's not even trying to hide it.

I would urge the seer to view either myself or Miked, even miked turns out to be good then I'm happy for you all to lynch me.

 

Exactly, you told everyone to vote for two GOOD players.

 

Now the game begins :naughty:

 

The seer has seen me.

If there is one person who should be killed first it is clearly yourself.

 

You say the seer has seen you, but we don't know that.

The message yesterday that claimed that TVOR was good, which he is, is the one you're claiming is the wolf right?

 

People need to remember that Norway was a VERY GOOD person. He said that neither myself or TVOR were bad AND voted for Mike.

Mike had no choice but to kill him last night but he's left a very bloody trial behind.

 

The seer has to view Miked if the first message is the wolf to clear this up, if he says Miked is evil then we know either Darave or Miked is evil and based on the previous messages im pretty sure who I will go for if the Seer does view him.

 

Upon the likelihood of knowing my role, yes.

Otherwise it is 50/50. But we KNOW 100% that the wolf tried to say that you were innocent.

Let's wait for the second message.

You're on here all loud and early btw, nice to have you so active this morning. Makes it more fun.

 

based on Norway I just think that first message has to be wolfie

 

How do we know 100% the wolf said I was innocent? That could of been the seer?

I'm happy to wait until the second message but I think you've played your hand too early this morning my friend, bad move.

PS - I've been active everyday!

 

We will see.

We know that the seer went for cude, do we not?


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Let's stick to viewing Darave if not already done so. The worst thing we can do is go all gung ho based on a suspects over-reaction this morning.

 

It's also worth mentioning that Moog had a run in with Norway yesterday and if Norway was the witness, that is hugely significant. If he was the Seer, then not so much.

 

Interesting. Starting to think Darave actually is evil now! Of course going to wait for a second message and see how things pan out because my judgement has been pretty terrible so far.

 

Also, am I being logical to think that Cude was a wolf, and Cthuhulu was the traitor?