Werewolf XVI: Day 2

I don't think we've put enough thought into the messages today and I basically set myself up by deciding the one clearing you was true.

I won't be making the same mistake tomorrow.

 

I wish I was a wolf, I would be enjoying this even more!

 

"Lynched, not viewed"? The last cries of an outed wolf (or traitor) trying to save his pack - playing it to the last!!

Think we got one guys!

 

How would lynching him, not viewing him save the pack?

 

I assume it would waste another day at least. View him and we could find out tomorrow. Lynch him tomorrow without viewing and we could lynch a good man and waste a whole day.

I guess.

I'm still a newbie!

 

It would seem either way, a bad guy would die. As viewing him would see him as evil, and killed any way. Which wouldn't help. If we believe TVOR, we get a bad guy, and get to view some one else as well. #FreeTVOR

 

Viewing him may show he's good. So we can concentrate on someone else tomorrow.

 

Touche'

 

Okay, it's just gone 8pm. I'm closing down the village. I suspect Jellyman's Tavern will be open shortly. Until then, stand by for the dusk scene...

 

The village echoed all day with the sounds of squabbling. Theories and countertheories were being put forward on every street corner from mid-morning until almost dusk. Even after the fate of the village’s most erratic citizen was sealed, TVOR pleaded his case and told everyone that would listen of his good nature. He threw accusations all over the place, mostly at darave8, and was sure in his mind by the day’s end that the village needed to take his advice.

“Listen to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” TVOR’s bellowing could be heard for miles. He was stood in the centre of the village square. “Thank you!!!!!!! :sign15:!!!!”

This was TVOR’s moment to say a few words, to tell the village what was on his mind.

“Illogical, every one of you who voted for me!!! You will see now that you have made a grave mistake!!!!”

Every member of the village had turned up to hear TVOR speak – though it may have actually been the Tuesday evening market that got everyone down to the square...

AshdonWFC’s experimental home-brewed lager was going down a treat alongside Diamond’s 10-yard-long Battenburg. PhilippineOrn had brought along a dozen legs of lamb that had gone almost immediately, and Norwayhornet’s potatoes, onions, leeks and carrots were perfect with Oxhey Hornet’s fresh pies.

“We all know this village square well, do we not???” TVOR’s voice was competing with the sounds of chewing and slurping from the other 27 villagers. “We all know about this plaque, do we not???” TVOR pointed at the ground beneath his feet.

Most villagers shrugged, unbothered by both TVOR’s last stand as well as the plaque that was built into the centre of the square. People walked over that plaque every day, but no one had ever taken the time to read what it said.

The chatter grew once again, as people tucked back into their food and drink properly, filling themselves up for what promised to be an energetic lynching.

darave8 stepped forward towards TVOR, and amongst the bustle of the market in the square, no one noticed. He took TVOR to one side, put his arm around his shoulder and walked with him to the edge of the village, and out into the forest towards the lake.

TVOR said, “darave.”
“Yeah.”
“Ain’t you gonna give me hell?”
“Give ya hell?”
“Sure, like you always done before. Like when you said ‘Where’s the logic in that?’”
“Jesus Christ, TVOR! You can’t remember nothing that happens, but you remember every word I say.”
“Well, ain’t you gonna say it?”
darave8 shook himself. He had said this so many times before, just like the rest of the village it seemed. He said woodenly, “If we was alone we could live so easy.” His voice was monotonous, had no emphasis. “We could get jobs, get on with business, not have no mess or endless questioning.” He stopped.
“Go on,” said TVOR. “And when the enda the month come-“
“And when the end of the month come we could all take our fifty pounds or whatever it may be and go to Harrow Orn’s… cat house…” He stopped again.
TVOR looked eagerly at him. “Go on, darave. Ain’t you gonna give me no more hell?”
“No,” said darave8.
“Well, I can go away,” said TVOR. “I’ll go right off in the hills and find a cave if you all don’t want me.”
darave shook himself again. “No,” he said. “I want you to stay with me here.”
TVOR said, “Tell me about the village. Like you always do”
darave started, “A village like ours nowadays got no affiliations. It's like a satellite village with no anchor. Villages like ours ain’t got nobody in the world that gives a hoot in hell about ‘em-“
“But not our village,” TVOR cried happily. “Tell about us now.”
Darave was quiet for a moment. “But not our village,” he said.
“Because-“
“Because I got you and-“
“And I got you. We got each other, that’s what, that gives a hoot in hell about us,” TVOR cried in triumph.

steve harrow was amongst the other villagers, still chomping away in the village square. He sauntered up to the plaque, intrigued.

THIS VILLAGE SHALL BE GOVERNED ANONYMOUSLY BY A BENEVOLENT ADMINISTRATOR. A MAN OR WOMAN WHO HAS THE INTERESTS OF THE VILLAGE AT HEART IN ALL OF THEIR BUSINESS. RESPECT THE GOVERNOR, AND THE GOVERNOR WILL RESPECT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THIS VILLAGE WAS FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLES OF ANONYMITY AND KINDNESS. DON’T **** IT UP.

steve harrow dropped what remained of his steak and ale pie, wondering… realising…

The little evening breeze blew over the clearing and the leaves rustled and the wind waves flowed up the green pool that darave and TVOR were stood by. The shouts and guffaws of the village could be heard in the air.

Darave took off his hat. He said shakily, “Take off your hat, TVOR. The air feels fine.”

TVOR removed his hat dutifully and laid it on the ground in front of him. The shadow in the valley was bluer, and the evening came fast.

TVOR said, “Tell how it’s gonna be.”

Darave had been listening to the distant sounds. For a moment he was business-like. “Look across the river, TVOR, and I’ll tell you so you can almost see it.”

TVOR turned his head and looked off across the pool and up the darkening slopes of the forest hills. “The village is going to get a reputable police force,” darave began. He reached in his side pocket and brought out Norwayhornet’s Luger, which he had borrowed earlier that day; he snapped off the safety, and the hand and gun lay on the ground behind TVOR’s back. He looked at the back of TVOR’s head, at the place where the spine and skull were joined.

“Go on,” said TVOR.

“We’ll have a proper mayor,” said darave. “And we’ll have maybe a real football team… and down on the village green we’ll have a… little pavilion for cricket in the summer-“

“For the posher folks,” TVOR shouted.

“For the posher folks,” darave repeated.

“Go on, when we gonna do it?”

“Gonna do it soon.”

“Me and you and the whole village.”

“You… and me. Everybody gonna be nice to you. Ain’t gonna be no more trouble. Nobody gonna get hurt.”

TVOR said, “I thought you was mad at me, darave.”

“No,” said darave. “I never been mad, and I ain’t now. That’s a thing I want you to know.”

TVOR begged, “Let’s do it now. Let’s get the place sorted out now.”

“Sure, right now. I gotta. We gotta.”

And darave raised the gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back of TVOR’s head. The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied. He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and rolled down again. TVOR jarred, and then settled slowly forward into the dirt, and he lay without quivering.

TVOR’s blood was red. TVOR was GOOD. He was very good indeed. The village’s Governor had been killed by the village's own citizens.

 

Night players, please get what you need to get to me by midnight at the very latest, if you please.

The only player that failed to register a vote was Oxhey Hornet... I'll have to look into that. I'm prepared to let him off once due to his new job and so on. He's been posting but just missed the voting deadline by the looks of things.

 

I forgot to mention... Scrawled on a bit of paper in TVOR's lifeless fist was his speech. It was meant to be read in the square that night before the inevitable came. It read:

Lynching is the only way you can be sure you get your man, because a viewing can be twisted in so many different ways, and the guilty can often slip through the net if they can convince you to believe them rather than the message.

I forgive you all, but please don't get fooled again!!!