Cthulhu was feeling hot. The heat of the day had passed but he still felt sweaty and clammy all over. ‘Damn this godforsaken island’ he cursed allowed as he tossed and turned. It was no good he decided, he needed to cool off. Cthulhu had always felt at home in the sea, and so he decided to take a swim. Stripping off down to his birthday suit, he strode the short distance down the beach to the sea. The tide was still in and he waded out to his chest before settling in to a strong breast stroke action. Morbidly he decided to go and check on the body of With A Smile. He reached the stake and poked his head under the water to look. There was nothing there! ‘What the hell’ he wondered. The chains were still there but there was no body. He rose to the surface looking around. He couldn’t see a body floating on the water. He ducked down again and opened his eyes. The bright red eyes and face of a werewolf stared back at him. He opened his mouth to scream but only bubbles came out. The wolf reached forwards with both paws and crushed Cthulhu’s throat. Cthulhu was dead. Cthulhu was GOOD. WfcWarehouse yawned as dawn alighted on the horizon. It had been a long night and he had not slept. He had kept his trusty blade by his side just in case, but he hadn’t seen or heard anyone. At one point he had heard some splashing in the water over towards With A Smiles corpse, but he had just figured some sharks had been attracted to the area. ‘Another day, another trial,’ he muttered. He stretched and arose, deciding to go and use the latrine ditch before anyone else could get there. It was starting to smell quite bad. He strolled away from camp and settled on the tree stump that served as a makeshift toilet seat. He grunted in pleasure as he emptied his bowls. The smell around the ditch was horrendous he mused, but then they did all have terrible diets at the moment. ‘This is what happens when you eat each other,’ muttered a voice slyly from behind him. WfcWarehouse shot around in a flash, trousers still around his ankles. He made to step back but tripped over and landed heavily on the sand. The wolf leapt forwards and landed on Warehouse. Warehouse with a free hand pulled his blade out of its scabbard and rammed it into the wolves arm. The blade sunk deep, and the wolf howled in agony. In its fury at being hurt it Warehouse’s arm and yanked it from the socket. He then proceeded to beat Warehouse to death with his own arm. WFCWarehouse was dead. WFCWarehouse was GOOD. The Guardian protected miked2006. He saw nothing. PLEASE NO POSTING IN THE THREAD UNTIL 7AM AT THE EARLIEST. POSTING AS I AM ON CALL TONIGHT AND WONT BE AVAILABLE USUAL TIME TO POST. MESSAGES MAY BE DELAYED TOMORROW.