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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 12:47 am Post subject: TWG 6: Story repost...
So, because homestarrules.com is gone (and the forum with it), I thought I'd repost the stories from TWG 6 and TWG 7, just to make them accessible to those that want them. So here, in order are the posts from TWG6:
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Welcome one and all to the 6th edition of The Werewolf Game. I just thought I’d give Ccomics88 a break this time around (he seems to be in the thick of things in Gming TWGs). I am the official game master of TWG6! We’re playing the game this time around with 25 spots: 1 angel, 2 seers, and 6 werewolves. It’s all simple; no funky shootouts or anything like TAG6 “endgame.” So, that said, here’s the list of everyone who’s playing (currently we still need people):
TheOneAgentsFear
Its_The_Sneak!!!
Kramerica
Hooooomsar
Gotter/Jormungand
verbatim
squeakyguy91
tape-leg2
strongbadrules
Ccomics88
The_Goblin
cow_with_gun
Crush
cyber95
helloimneil
cgnu fan
keenbucket
Sharp
Susan
Coffee
metabad
Ronkieboy
sunbun
yadaman
Homestarrunnernet
H*RBABE
After all the spots are filled, everyone with a special role will receive a PM from me telling them what their roles entail. Also, new to this game, the people will be electing mayors instead of them being chosen at random.
Here are links to the other TWG games hosted here on the homestarrules.com forums:
TWG 1 TWG 2 TWG 3 TWG 4 TWG 5 – More Story…
The Special Roles: Humans – These are the suspecting inhabitants of our quaint village in the remote woods of Vermont. They know that there’s something going on with the gory murders that have been plaguing their town for months. As of the start of this game, the Humans have resorted to a random killing each day to try and eradicate all the wolves of the town. They do this by posting who they want to kill in the thread.
Wolves – Wolves is short for werewolves. During the day, the wolves are people. They blend in perfectly naturally with everyone. However, once night comes around, they turn into bloodthirsty wolves. Each night they kill one human (as a group). To do this, all our wolves must do is send me a PM.
Seers – Every night, the seers will PM me, telling me whom they want to watch for that night. The identity of the person they watch will be revealed to them (wolf or human). They are, in spite of their spying abilities, still able to be killed by the wolves.
Angel – Every night, the angel will PM me telling me whom they want to guard for that night. If they chose to guard the same person the wolves try to kill, then no one dies that night. However, if the wolves attack them while they are protecting someone else, then they are killed.
Mayor – During the daytime, the citizens have taken to voting for who they want to die in the village. The mayor decides when the voting closes, and can manipulate the vote however he chooses, but this is not wise. Unlike other humans though, the mayor can’t be killed unless all the votes are for him (in which case he can’t overturn the voting).
TWG6 – The Game Begins
Sorry about how long it is, guys. I just had a writing curve last night and kept it running…
The sun rose early that morning. There was a cold mist hanging over the valley below the house, with the peaks of pine trees sticking up over it. There was an air of tranquility in the valley, as Jpec07 slept in his bed. He could hear the wind whistling through and the trickle of a distant stream. He looked up to his clock. “6:21” it blazed in a glowing red. He decided to shoot for those extra nine minutes of sleep he would get from the thing. He began to fall asleep again when he heard a loud buzzing sound that interrupted the peace he had just felt. He slammed his hand onto the snooze button and woke himself up. He had a feeling that today was going to start something; something that he hadn’t ever seen before, and probably wouldn’t live to see again. He rolled out of bed and got ready for his day.
About an hour and a half later the tires of his ’84 Vette could be heard pulling into the spot in front of his office. He stepped out of the car and clicked in the numbers for the alarm. The car’s lights flashed, signaling success, and he headed to the door of the firm. He could see that Sarah was already there by the tan sedan in the space next to his, and that she was helping someone by the green truck parked in the first of three spots near the door. He looked up from the truck and read aloud to himself, “Jpec07 – Private Investigation Services.” He smirked a little, reminded of his time with the CIA, and how he had been forced to leave. He never thought he’d wind up out here, in the middle of nowhere, working as a P.I. for the mountains of Vermont.
He stepped into the small office and Sarah said, “You have someone waiting for you, Jpec.” He nodded, saying,
“Thanks Sarah, were there any messages on the machine?”
“None when I got here,” she replied, “but you have someone waiting for you in your office.”
“Good morning,” he said, heading towards his office. He opened the door to find a man sitting in one of the red leather chairs across from his desk.
“Hello sir,” he said, hanging his jacket on its rack, “How can I help you?”
“Good morning, Mr. Jpec,” he began, “I’m Mayor Greer from the town just north of here.”
“Please, just call me Jpec. Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Greer?” Jpec asked. He knew that this guy was probably just in here asking him to help track down a lost family member or maybe ask for his assistance in solving a personal crime.
“I’m here to ask your assistance in a string of, well, I don’t really know what to call them.” Jpec’s interest had been sparked.
“Go on,” he said, getting a cup of coffee and sitting behind his desk.
“Well, people have been disappearing as of late.” He said almost nervously.
“Disappearing?” Jpec asked, leaning forward.
“Well, yeah,” the mayor said, “It seems that every night someone else disappears. It’s gotten to the point where the people are starting to get violent.” Jpec sat back, surprised at that remark.
“Violent?” Jpec asked without thinking.
“Well, they have a suspicion that maybe werewolves have something to do with it, and that the wolves are hiding among them. I think they’re planning to start killing one another.” Said the mayor. He looked nervous to Jpec07. Something about him made the whole room antsy.
“Uh-huh. Listen, Mr. Greer, have you talked to the authorities yet?” the mayor leans in closer.
“To tell the truth, Jpec, the authorities were the first ones to disappear. That’s why I’m coming to you.”
“Mr. Greer,” Jpec began, “this sounds like it’s going to be out of my league, whatever it is.”
“Come now Jpec,” the mayor interrupted, “I know who you used to work for, and I know it won’t be cheap.”
“How much are you offering?” asked Jpec.
“$1,000 to investigate it.” Jpec leaned back. He knew from the nervousness in this man’s face that he had more money to give, and that it wouldn’t be too hard to get it out of him.
“That’s it?” said Jpec, sounding surprised.
“$2,250 then, but no more.” Said the nervous man in front of him. Jpec decided to be generous. He’d just cracked a huge case, and could tell that this man was in no mood to be ripped off.
“Alright then,” said Jpec, standing up, “We have a deal, but I want a 10% down payment before I’ll even begin investigating as well as free accommodations.”
“It’s a deal,” said the mayor, standing and extending his hand. Jpec took it and shook.
“Now, I’ll need some time to prepare,” said Jpec, “I trust you’ll go ahead of me and make sure everything’s ready?”
“Sure thing,” said the mayor. He turned and exited the office. Jpec could hear him pulling out of the driveway and down the road.
“Sarah,” he said loudly, “I’m gonna go take care of the Andersons’ lost dog. I’ll be back in a bit.” He then grabbed his jacket and headed out the door of his office and into the reception area.
“But Jpec,” Sarah began, “We didn’t get any calls about a lost dog,”
“I know,” he said, “but they did call me at home last night while I was eating dinner. It shouldn’t take too long.” Sarah nodded, and began typing again, managing their funds in that computer on the desk. He watched her for a moment, her shoulder-length brown hair falling cleanly down around her head. She was wearing a white blouse and a light gray suit, which accented the gray in her eyes to make her look even more stunning than usual. He thought he caught a glance or two from her, but couldn’t be sure as she kept on typing. He shrugged when she looked up to him curiously and headed out the door.
The majority of the day was spent tracking the husky through the woods and down along the stream. What Jpec found at the end of the trail was a brutal scene. It looked as though the dog had been caught in the path of a snow blower. There was blood everywhere, and scattered bones and pieces of skin. He thought he saw its face hanging from a tree, but soon found that the day’s lunch had been spilled onto the ground. He turned and walked away, trudging through the stream to wash the blood from his lower legs and boots, and couldn’t decide what happened.
“…they have a suspicion that maybe werewolves have something to do with it…” came the words echoing through his head. He shuddered. If a single creature had the ability to do that to a dog, just imagine what it could do to a human. He excused the incident as a bear attack, saying that what little remnants of the dog were left were barely recognizable as a dog, let alone a husky. He couldn’t bear to see the young children flee into the house, crying up more than enough water to feed the stream he had washed his clothing in, nor the fact that he couldn’t answer any of the parents’ questions. He flipped open his cell phone and called Sarah.
“Jpec07 – P.I. services, this is Sarah, and how can I help you?”
“Hey, Sarah,” he answered, “I think I might need your help on this next case. Can you call the gentleman who came to us this morning and tell him that there will be another person coming along?”
“Sure thing,” she answered, “When should I be ready to go?”
“In about an hour,” he replied, “I’ll pick you up.”
“Ok,” she said, “I’ll see you then.” She hung up. Jpec climbed back into his Corvette and headed home to get some supplies, and then out to the office to pick up Sarah.
The ride had been longer than Jpec expected. It took the two of them nearly two hours to reach the small town, which was, as he had expected, very remote and quaint. All signs of pavement had been abandoned for a smooth dirt road that lead them through the town’s center. There was a large oak tree in the town center, its roots leveled into the dirt road by the years’ wearing them away. It had a long, solid and separated branch that shot an extra ten feet out of the tree’s foliage. As they drove under it, Jpec caught a glimpse of Mayor Greer walking out of the church whose front yard had been invaded by the tree. Sarah rolled down her window and Jpec called to him.
“Mayor Greer!” He said loudly, trying to get his attention.
“Jpec!” he said, “Welcome to Highstream.”
“Thanks,” said Jpec, “now where are we gonna live while we investigate this stuff?”
“I hadn’t expected you to bring along your assistant,” said the mayor, “but I’m sure you’ll do fine. I had some people clean out the Police Commissioner’s house today, I’m sure that will do well.” Jpec nodded. Something struck him as not right about this place – something was telling his nerves to dance and he didn’t know what it was.
“Thanks, Mayor,” he said in response, “how do I get there?”
“Just go down this road ahead of you until you go over the bridge. Then, take the road on your left.” Jpec nodded and then hit the gas as Sarah rolled up the window.
The house was relatively small; only one bedroom and bathroom for Jpec and Sarah to share. The study was a good size and had a good-sized desk and a whole wall filled with books containing information on a wide variety of subjects. While they were getting settled in, Sarah found a specific book lying open on the patio facing the woods.
“Uh, Jpec?” she said, “I think you should come have a look at this.”
“What is it?” said Jpec as he walked out the patio door. She pointed to the book open on the floor. Blood was smeared across the page it was open to and crusted around the other pages. Jpec read aloud through the blood.
“It is common belief that werewolves can take the form of humans. During the day, it is impossible to tell them apart from other humans. However, at night they change into the fierce creature that is known as the werewolf. According to legend, these creatures possess supernatural strength and razor-sharp claws. It has been said that the only material that can kill a wolf is silver.” Jpec looked up. Sarah was staring at him wide-eyed as he read.
“Come now, Sarah,” he said, “You don’t honestly believe these old stories, do you?”
“It’s just so eerie,” she said, her voice trailing off. Jpec closed the book and walked inside with Sarah following. He told her that he was going to get settled in and that she should start talking to the townspeople about the disappearances. He was puzzled that no one had found the book he had just read from, and sat down behind the desk. He began to open his bag to dig out his laptop when he heard a knock from the door behind him. He turned and saw a townsperson standing there.
“My name is Jones,” he said, stepping in, “you’re here to help find the werewolves I presume?”
“If the off chance that werewolves are responsible for the disappearances, then yes I am.” Said Jpec.
“They are,” began Jones, “I’m a scientist and I’ve been researching werewolves all my life. I recently moved up here to Highstream when a friend of a friend told me about the wolf problem up here.” Jpec knew the man was obviously a maniac. Who in their right mind could believe such absurd stories as these?
“That’s very interesting, sir,” Jpec began, “but please, give me some room to get settled in here. I only just got here. If you have information about the disappearances I’ll be glad to hear it, but not now.”
“Listen to me, Jpec,” said the man. How had he known Jpec’s name? “this is very typical of how the werewolves work. They will try to take out entire towns without the world knowing it. They go for the people in power and then completely devour the town in an all-out rage.” Jpec’s blood went cold with the man’s words. He had no doubt that the words he spoke couldn’t be true, but still, they sent a chill down his spine.
“Listen sir,” he began again, only to be cut off again.
“Jones,”
“Ok, listen Mr. Jones. I’ll take your opinion into consideration, but please; I need a little room to breathe here.” Just then, they heard a blood-curdling scream echo from the town’s center. Jpec bolted out the door and down the road. The sun had managed to set by the time he reached the center to find Mayor Greer’s body, severely mangled and slashed open. Jpec might not have recognized the man had it not been for his nearly decapitated head facing toward him. He then looked up to see Sarah quivering and standing a few feet from the body. She was very shaken; Jpec could tell that she hadn’t ever seen something like this happen. He walked up to her and found himself embracing her as a crowd gathered around. Murmurs of disbelief rolled through the thin crowd, and then one of them stepped forward.
“People,” he said, “this tragedy was brought upon us by the wolves! We need to elect a leader for ourselves to fight this enemy and put an end to it once and for all!”
Now, special roles have been PMed, but before the game can continue, the people need to choose a mayor. So, everyone who has his or her name on the list should vote for a mayor. Go. Do it. Now. Vote away!
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It ain’t TAG but we’re workin’ on it.
“I say Homestarrunnernet!” was heard through the dead silence. Not one person had moved for at least five minutes after the man had stepped forward. Murmurs shot through the crowd and then Ccomics88 stepped forward.
“People,” he began, turning to face them, “We need a leader who is strong and won’t sway with the people. I nominate Crush!” Then cyber95 stepped forward.
“You seem to be a stronger leader among us,” he said, “why don’t you do it?”
Ccomics88 backed out of the center and Homestarrunnernet and Crush were thrust forward.
”All in favor of Homestarrunnernet as the new mayor, say, ‘yay.’” Most of the crowd resulted with a resounding, “yay”
“All opposed?” came the question from the middle of the crowd. One or two people said nay quietly and it was settled. Homestarrunnernet walked forward and said,
“People, let’s try to get a good night sleep tonight and pray that we aren’t attacked.” The crowd dispersed and Homestarrunnernet stepped toward Jpec, Sarah, and Jones who had eventually managed to make it to the scene.
“Who are you people and what are you doing here?” he asked directly.
“I’m Jpec, this is Sarah and I believe you know Mr. Jones. I am a private investigator and these are my assistants.” Jpec said.
“That answers the ‘who’ bit, but again, what are you doing here?”
“We’re here to investigate a series of disappearances. Mayor Greer requested my services and I came. We’re currently staying up at the commissioner’s house and basing our operation from there.”
“Well, welcome to Highstream. You people should get to your house before it gets dark.” Jpec nods.
“Goodnight, Mayor,” he says as he turns, still embracing a very shaken Sarah who was gently sobbing. He had no idea how the mayor had been so brutally murdered, and was determined to find out – in the morning. He slowly walked Sarah back to the house while Jones lingered behind.
The man stepped toward the bloody remains lying on the ground. He looked around to find that the streets were empty, and kneeled to have a closer look at the body. There were many slashes – in his mind, claw marks. They had very nearly destroyed the man completely. He looked for the familiar signs of an animal attack – parallel cuts, brutal, deep punctures, and various bruises. He found they were all there, and most disturbing; most of the man’s neck was missing. Jones stood up quickly, his stomach churning within him as he did. He could see the moon on the horizon, peaking up above the mountains, and hurried back to his house.
Jpec paced in the study. None of this made sense. The door to the balcony was left open and Jpec walked out on it, if not to get some fresh air then only to cool his mind. He could hear the patter of the distant stream and sat down in one of the chairs to read through the commissioner’s journal. He got through about 20 pages when things started getting eerie. Page after page began talking about mysterious tracks in the town and how more and more people were disappearing. Greer’s words echoed through his head again and again as he read, and they were only strengthened with the suggestion of Jones. He thought he heard a howl as his mind began to dip into sleep, and his eyes quickly widened with his heart rate increasing. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He stood again and leaned on the balcony railing, looking out into the woods to see if he could find anything. The sound came again, only this time louder and more definite. Jpec thought he saw something in the woods but didn’t think about it before he sprinted back in the door, locking it behind him and drawing the curtain. His heart was racing and he was breathing heavily.
“Madness,” he said to himself aloud and then thought, Maybe I just need sleep. He turned off the light in the study and walked into the bedroom. He found Sarah asleep in the master bed, and decided to let her have it. She had, after all, had a trying day. He sat down in a reclining armchair and let himself fall asleep.
Nighttime! Wolves, Seers, Angel, PM me!
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T-T-T-TWG!
The Werewolf Game!
T-T-T-TWG!
The Werewolf Game!
The sun shone in on the room where Sarah slept. It was early like the day before, but she was well rested. She looked down to find Jpec asleep in the chair at the foot of the bed. She wondered why he was there, and for a brief instant wondered what happened the night before. Almost instantly the memories came flooding back of the gruesome scene of the mayor’s mutilated body. She sat up with a start, breathing heavily. Jpec stirred, but Sarah stayed quiet so as not to wake him. She remembered the interviews she had led the night before – every detail in a very clear manner. Jpec, she knew, would want her to put the information in his system. She slowly climbed out of bed and put on a robe, heading into the study to begin entering information onto his laptop. The computer pinged and she opened the program he had made for filing information and profiles. Almost too fast for it to handle, her fingers sped across the keyboard. Information was being entered from her mind without a second thought.
“So this is why he brought me along,” she thought aloud as she continued typing. Within 10 minutes the whole town had been entered into the directory. The computer shut down with her consent, and she made her way to the kitchen to make some coffee.
The aroma of fresh coffee filled Jpec’s lungs as consciousness entered him. His eyes opened and he reoriented himself. He looked to the bed where Sarah had been sleeping and found the covers undone and her robe missing.
‘So that’s where the smell’s from...’ thought Jpec. He slowly got up and headed into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Jpec,” said Sarah, peering over the top of her newspaper.
“Morning,” he said, while pouring himself a cup of the fresh coffee. He was surprised that the Boston Globe was delivered this far out. He shrugged and continued to make them breakfast.
“I put the information into the system,” she said, breaking the silence.
“That’s nice,” said Jpec, distractedly. He hadn’t had his coffee yet, and it showed. Sarah decided to put off conversation until later when he had woken up more.
The townspeople gradually filtered into the town center as the morning progressed. All were present and accounted for with the exception of Crush.
“Hooooomsar, cgnu fan,” Homestarrunnernet called, “have either of you seen Crush this morning?”
“I haven’t seen him,” said Hooooomsar.
“Me either,” said cgnu fan.
“Alright,” said Homestarrunnernet, “would you two take The_Goblin with you and check on him?”
The three of them went to Crush’s house and pushed the door open. It was completely dark within. Cgnu fan stepped in, followed by the other two.
“Spread out,” he said, “and holler if you find anything.” They did so and started searching. After about five minutes, Hooooomsar found a pool of blood in the bathroom. There were paw-tracks leading around the corner. He grabbed the first object he could find – a razor on the sink, and held it in his hand. His blood was pumping quickly through his veins, and he could only hear the accelerating beat of his heart. With great speed he turned the corner and was attacked by a wolf. He jammed the razor into the beast’s eye and it yelped.
“Hooooomsar?!” The_Goblin called, running into the room. He saw the remains and turned the corner to see Hooooomsar struggling with the beast. He fumbled around his personage for his pistol when cgnu fan stepped behind him with a look of horrified disgust. A shot was fired, and the wolf yelped. Hooooomsar jumped away from the beast, catching a slash in the back from its claw as he went, and cgnu fan drew a pocketknife. 3 more shots were fired and then the beast attacked.
While the wolf was attacking The_Goblin and cgnu fan, a hooded figure appeared in front of Hooooomsar from nowhere. The cloak shimmered in a brilliant white and a flurry of feathers shone. The face of the angel was cloaked in brilliant white as he drew his silver sword from its sheath. The wolf tried to run, but found itself cut down before he could even make it anywhere. Just as suddenly as he had appeared the angel was gone, leaving the bloody remains of the wolf and Crush on the ground of the bathroom. The three walked out of the house and back to the town center. Its_The_Sneak!!! and squeakyguy91 ran to help the injured men, and brought back the report of:
“Crush has been killed by the wolves.”
“People,” began Homestarrunnernet above the murmuring crowd, “we must now take action against them and bring down the wolves!”
Ok, so to recap:
Crush is dead.
A non-playing wolf was killed.
Vote!
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Werewolf – You say it “weerwulf,” not “wairwolv”
(you can check it out for yourself)
The knocking came to the door loudly.
“I’ll get it,” said Jpec as he got up and walked to the door, still wearing the clothes he had the day before. Opening the door revealed a disheveled Jones with a worried look on his face.
“Jpec,” he said, stepping in without invitation, “They’ve attacked in the daytime. I don’t know why they’ve done it, but they went out and stayed with their prey. This isn’t normal behavior for them; usually they do everything at night…” the words spilled from his mouth as he quickly paced through his living room.
“Whoa there, Mr. Jones. Slow down.” Said Jpec, trying to calm the man’s nerves. Sarah stepped in and touched the man on the shoulder.
“It’ll be alright, sir,” she said in a very soothing voice. He stopped pacing, “Would you like to sit down and talk to us about what happened?” He nodded and they all pulled up chairs, Sarah and Jpec sitting side by side on the couch and Jones taking the armchair across from them.
“This morning they held a town meeting,” began Jones, more orderly than before but still very shaken. There was a long pause, both Jpec and Sarah expecting him to continue with his story.
“And?” Jpec said after about five minutes. The word seemed to startle Jones as he jumped in his seat.
“Crush didn’t show up,” he said distantly, “They went to check on him and encountered a wolf, and also an angel.” Jpec’s jaw dropped when he heard this. Now they had eyewitnesses of a mythical creature. Then his logic snapped in.
“Show me,” he said, standing up, “I want you to show me the bodies.” Jones stood up as well.
“Follow me,” he said, seeming to have anticipated Jpec’s remark.
“You coming Sarah?” asked Jpec, turning toward her.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” she said, pointing out the obvious wardrobe discrepancies and also noting, “you know what happened last time I saw a gory scene.”
“Alright,” responded Jpec, “I’ll see you in about an hour.” She nods and then Jones lead Jpec to the scene of the crime.
The air was musty when they got to the house, and Jpec could practically taste the blood in the air.
“This way,” said Jones, as though he were immune to the stench. Jpec was puzzled by this, but gave it no mind as he followed, digging a surgical mask from his bag. He tied it around his head as they entered the bathroom, and saw the remains of Crush mutilated on the ground.
“This isn’t the interesting part yet,” said Jones as he made his way around the remains. He silently pointed around the corner and Jpec stepped over the mutilated body. The eggs he’d had were already turning to rot in his stomach, but when he saw what was around the corner they filled his mouth once more. He swallowed it as best he could, but they were only doubled in his mouth once more. He opened the toilet seat and pulled his mask off, letting them out, and then turned to survey the scene again. On the ground, in two clean-cut pieces, was a wolf. It was much larger than anything Jpec had ever heard of or even seen, and yet it had been cleanly cut through its mid-section.
“Alright,” said Jpec, “You have me convinced about the wolf bit, but what killed it?”
“That would be the angel,” said Jones, “there seems to be at least one holding the wolves at bay in every town that the wolves inhabit.” Jpec remained silent; he had just been proved wrong.
“How is this possible?” he said, gawking at the dead creature before him.
“Come to my lab with me later on and I will show you.” Said Jones.
Outside, the people of Highstream had gathered in the town’s center for the day’s lynching.
“Remind me again why we have to do this,” said H*RBABE.
“It’s so we can get rid of the wolves,” responded Ccomics88. The people all cast their votes and Homestarrunnernet stepped forward.
“It would seem that TheOneAgentsFear is a wolf by popular demand,” he said, drawing a gun. He turned toward TheOneAgentsFear, but noticed that he had fled. He fired a shot at the man who was running down the road, and hit his shoulder.
“Get him!” shouted Susan as he and a few other people bolted down the road toward the injured person. TheOneAgentsFear turned a sharp corner only to find himself at an end. He turned to try and run, but found himself under a bombardment of fists and knives from the townspeople. After a minute, all life left him. His body was dragged into the town square to await transformation, but nothing happened.
“We’ve killed one of our own!” shouted helloimneil in despair.
“People,” said Homestarrunnernet, “We should get indoors. It’s getting dark and we know when the wolves attack.” With that, everyone headed back to their houses and sealed up for the night.
Jpec had gone to the mansion to work some more on the case and try to piece together who was who. He remembered, from his conversation with Jones that the wolves always infiltrated the townspeople to try and bring them down from the inside. Sarah had been extremely proficient as usual, and the two sat across from one another discussing the events of the day. Unexpectedly there came a knock on the door. Sarah got up and answered it and found Kramerica standing outside, the sun still peeking over the tops of the mountains.
“Kramerica, right?” she asked, “Come on in.” He stepped inside as Jpec stood.
“What can we do for you, Kramerica?” he asked.
“I’m just here to let you know that we killed TheOneAgentsFear today. He was a human.”
“What?!” said Jpec in astonishment, “You did what?!”
“The mayor suggested that we try to lynch the wolves out from among ourselves once a day.” Responded Kramerica.
“I can’t believe you’d do that,” Said Jpec, “Go home, Kramerica. I’m going to go have a word with your new mayor.”
The two of them walked out the door, and Jpec called to Sarah over his shoulder.
“Sarah, will you be alright tonight if I spend the night out?”
“I’m more worried about you,” came the response, “but it’s up to you.”
Jpec smirked as he and Kramerica parted ways. He then went to the Mayor’s house in hopes of discussing the day’s events with him.
Now, it’s nighttime.
TheOneAgentsFear is dead.
He was a Human.
Special Roles (wolves, seers, angel), PM me.
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TWG – it’s like driving in a Triumph; you never know what’ll happen next.
Jpec knocked on the door to Homestarrunnernet’s house a couple times without answer. He was getting impatient and wondered where the mayor could be at a time like this.
“Homestarrunnernet!” he called out as he knocked again. He stepped away and was about to turn and break the door in when he was tapped on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, sir,” said the voice. He turned and it was Homestarrunnernet, “what are you doing on my property?”
“I came to talk to you,” responded Jpec.
“About what?” asked the mayor, stepping up and opening the door to his house.
“It’s about the way you’re handling the situation, sir,” said Jpec.
“Well come on in and we’ll talk about it,” said the mayor inviting Jpec inside. He followed the man into his house. The air was dank, like the house had been exposed to a summer’s heat and was getting its first taste of the outside world. Jpec unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he was invited to sit in the living room. Homestarrunnernet set to work in the kitchen.
“Coffee?” he asked as Jpec examined the contents of the coffee table. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
“Please,” he said, picking up a hunting magazine off the table. He flipped through it, pondering a few of the advertisements as he went. After a few minutes, Homestarrunnernet walked in and handed Jpec his coffee, setting his down and grabbing the remote with his other hand.
“So,” he said, turning the TV onto CNN, “what is it you had wanted to talk to me about?”
“It’s about how you’re running things,” said Jpec, putting some cream and sugar into the coffee and stirring it in.
“You have a problem with it, Mr. Jpec?” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.
“I’m merely saying that it’s not a wise idea,” replied Jpec, also sipping at his coffee, “There is great safety in numbers, after all.”
“I know this,” said Homestarrunnernet, “but we can’t just sit back while those b****es kill us!”
“So you’re just going to kill one person a day and run your odds that they’re not a wolf?”
“What else is there to do?” Jpec was puzzled by this question. He looked into his coffee cup, almost as though it would hold a response for him. He took a sip, and then asked,
“Where were you tonight, mayor?”
“What are you talking about?” responded Homestarrunnernet.
“I mean where were you when I was knocking at your door?”
“I was out helping some people get settled back into their houses. Crush was a rather popular guy and some people were really shaken by this loss.” Jpec nodded, finishing off his coffee in one large gulp.
“It’s been a pleasure, Homestarrunnernet,” he said, standing up, “but I really must be going.”
“Just be careful,” replied the mayor, leaning back in his chair, “I’m pretty sure it’s safe to assume that there will be another attack tonight, and you won’t want to be out and about when that happens.” Jpec nodded again and headed out the front door.
“Good night, mayor,” he said as he passed through the door and started walking back toward the commissioner’s house.
Later that night, after Jpec had gotten back to the mansion, a sound could be heard from one of the citizens’ homes. The man inside woke up, and knew he wasn’t alone. He jumped out of bed and turned on the light to reveal a pair wolves standing about him, ready to attack. Just then there was a blinding light, and the angel appeared in the room. All became a blur with the blinding light, and the wolves found themselves back in the woods, baring their fangs at a tree.
“I knew the angel would show up!” said one of them.
“Hush,” said another, “did you get a good look at his face?”
“I didn’t,” he responded, “we should get back to town, it’s nearly light.”
“Indeed,” said the other and the two wolves went back into the town, morphing back into humans as they ran.
Jpec woke up in the chair he had sat in. His back was sore, but he would be able to manage. He could see Sarah asleep on the bed in front of him and for once just looked upon her. He had never taken a moment just to look upon her, and now realized how beautiful she was as she slept. The sun shone through the window and illuminated her face, accenting her dark hair and making her appear to shine as the sun. ‘I need to get more sleep,’ Jpec thought as he tried to lean back. However, upon hitting the leather of the chair his back protested loudly. Yawning, he sat up and stretched, awakening the sleeping joints and muscles in his body and getting the blood flowing. He stood and headed into the kitchen to start making coffee.
The kitchen window was wide open when he walked in, and he headed over to it in order to close it. His hand caught something on the counter after he had closed the window, and he looked down. It was a note:
We need to talk,
-Jones
Underneath it was a clip of bullets. They were lighter than a normal clip, and yet Jpec could see that it was full. He made coffee and thought about the issue no further.
That morning the townsfolk gathered in the courtyard of the church. Everyone was accounted for, and Homestarrunnernet stepped forward once more.
“People!” he began, “we must strike now and take revenge for what the wolves did to Crush and TheOneAgentsFear!” With that, the people voted.
No one died!
The angel decided to protect the right person.
Voting starts NOW!!
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TWG – part 6 (because I’m too lazy to think up a good caption right now)
The votes were read by Homestarrunnernet after the whole town had voted.
“What are those votes you’re casting aside?” asked verbatim as Homestarrunnernet counted.
“Worthless,” replied the mayor, nervously. He finished counting the votes.
“It is decided then,” he said, “verbatim is to die.” He drew his gun and aimed it at verbatim’s heart.
“Hold on a minute,” said Sharp, “I voted for you, Mr. Mayor.” A few agreeing statements went through the crowd, but it was too late; Homestarrunnernet pulled the trigger on verbatim. The body fell to the ground, letting out a pool of blood upon impact. There was no change.
“It’s all your fault!” yelled cyber95. He and a few of the other townspeople started advancing toward Homestarrunnernet.
“People,” he said, “we killed another human today-” Just then he looked down toward verbatim’s body. The man had sat up and now looked coldly upon Homestarrunnernet. The mayor’s mind filled with horror and he emptied his gun into the man’s chest, but he just took all of the hits. The crowd had stopped advancing.
Jpec loaded the clip into his gun after breakfast. There was something peculiar about the bullets, but he paid it no heed as he headed out the door. He was determined to find a few things out about Mr. Jones. He and Sarah had enjoyed their breakfast together, something he hadn’t been able to do since he’d left the Agency. He kept walking, grinning a little as he went. When he got to the center of town he noticed a commotion. ‘Not another lynching,’ he thought to himself as he kept walking. Then he saw verbatim sitting in the ground with at least 10 bullet holes in his chest. Jpec drew his gun, the sight of verbatim staring down Homestarrunnernet and the other townspeople with a chest full of lead set him off. Just then, he saw verbatim smirk.
“You honestly thought you could kill me, eh Homestarrunnernet?” said verbatim, his voice distorted and growing deep.
“I had hoped…” began the mayor.
“You fool!” said verbatim, “All of you!” He began laughing and his face started to change. His expression became enraged and he began to morph through his whole body. His arms became thinner as he slowly bent onto all fours. The muscles of his body became enlarged and he looked at Homestarrunnernet as fur began to grow over his body. There was no doubt he was a wolf. He leaped toward Homestarrunnernet.
Jpec’s mind flashed. He instinctively aimed the gun at the wolf’s head, everything slowing down in front of him. He could hear the heart of verbatim beating loudly as he pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight through the air, sending out a shimmering shockwave as it went. Jpec knew it may have been too late for the mayor, but then a glistening shine caught the corner of his eye. From the middle of the crowd, a figure stood head and shoulders above the rest. His wings unfurled and he jumped in the air, flying straight down toward verbatim as he drew his sword of silver. The wolf’s body found itself impaled by the angel’s silver excalibur as the bullet whistled through its head. Just then, the figure of the angel disappeared and all that was left was the wolfish body of verbatim, lying on the ground in front of Homestarrunnernet and the rest of the citizens.
“Congratulations,” said Homestarrunnernet, “You killed a wolf.” There was cheering, but soon after everyone returned to their homes. The mayor lingered, wanting to talk with Jpec again.
“Thank you, Jpec,” he said as Jpec walked up, “You saved us.”
“It’s just one wolf, Mr. Mayor, there are bound to be more.” The voice was familiar. Jpec turned to see Jones walking up to them.
“In all honesty, Mr. Mayor,” said Jpec, “I think it was more the angel who killed the wolf than it was me.”
“Well thank you for being here,” said the Mayor, “Now, will you two help me dispose of the body?”
“Actually, Mr. Mayor,” said Jones, “I was hoping to take it back to my laboratory with me. I have some things I would like to find out about it.” After pondering it a moment, the mayor agreed.
“I’ll help you,” said Jpec, “I have something to discuss with you anyway.” He turned toward the mayor to bid him farewell, but he had already left. With that, he and Jones carried the heavy weight of the wolf back to Mr. Jones’ laboratory.
In the laboratory, Jpec and Jones lay the body of the wolf down on a table.
“Jpec,” said Jones, “What is it that you wished to talk to me about?”
“About several things,” Jpec replied, “First, how did you get into the house?”
“Wasn’t it obvious? I came through the window.”
“I see, now what is with these bullets? They feel very lightweight.”
“That is because contradictory to conventional bullets, these are crafted of silver.”
“Silver?” asked Jpec.
“Yes,” responded Jones, “silver is, according to my findings, especially deadly to wolves.”
“Any idea why?”
“I was hoping to discover that from this body,” said Jones, “the reason I wanted it was because it was a recent kill, and much of the tissue may still be alive.” Jpec leaned back in surprise; a look of shock on his face.
“Don’t worry,” reassured Jones, “It is definitely dead, but the tissue hasn’t completely died out yet.” Jpec nods.
“So what exactly are you going to do?” he asks.
“Well, I intend to run experiments on it. Once I gather enough tissue I should be able to run some experiments.” Said Jones, trailing off.
“What do you hope to learn?” asked Jpec.
“I’m a scientist, Jpec,” said Jones, “it’s my job to learn whatever I can.” Jpec nodded.
“So, would you like some help?”
“Certainly, but first we should run an autopsy to find out what killed it.” Jpec nodded yet again. The procedure was a long one, but eventually they determined that it had been the angel’s run-through that had killed the creature, and that Jpec’s shot was mere overkill. Jpec then got curious.
“I’m going to see if I can’t find any hints in verbatim’s clothes about who the other wolves are,” said Jpec, “maybe we can stop them from needlessly killing one another.”
“It’s your choice,” said Jones, “but I’m going to begin experimenting on the wolf’s live tissue.” Jpec nods and they both do their thing, Jpec looking through the torn clothing on the ground and Jones collecting tissue samples from the cadaver. Jpec found, among the torn fabric, several items: a wrinkled and torn piece of paper, a knife, verbatim’s wallet, and many other things. The many pieces of the paper were impossible to read from, as there was hardly a fragment larger than a few letters of the scratchy print. Jpec knew that finding out what this note had said would be key to stopping the killings. He set to work on piecing the letter together.
Summary:
verbatim is dead – he was a wolf.
It’s nighttime, the wolves, seers, and angel should PM me.
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TWG – a bundle of fun all rolled into one! (minus the cheesiness)
Petri dish upon petri dish was cultured with samples from all over the wolf’s body. Some were already growing rapidly, being sustained in every way needed. Jones worked rapidly, looking into a powerful microscope and drawing sketches of what he saw on a paper. The figure of him hunched over the machine and scribbling on a paper furiously beside him would be enough to make any man laugh. Jpec stood in the doorway, after spending several hours of the night trying to piece the note together to no avail. He saw the man furiously scribbling away and walked over to him.
“Something interesting?” he asked. Jones jumped out of his chair, startled by the question.
“Have a look at this, Jpec!” he said as a child who’d just figured out math for the first time. Jpec walked over and peered into the microscope. There was a jumble of lines and dots.
“What exactly am I looking at here?” he asked, adjusting the focus so he could better see the image before him.
“Look at the helices of DNA,” said Jones quickly, “there are three strands!” Jpec gave the man an odd look.
“Three helices to the DNA?” he asked, puzzled. He looked again and quickly recognized that he was looking at the nucleus of a living cell. It was focused in on the DNA, and Jpec could clearly see 3 helices wrapping around each other. But wait, how did Jones get such a powerful microscope? He didn’t give the matter a second thought and continued looking through the machine at the DNA.
“Interesting,” he said, standing up and looking to Jones, “very interesting, but what else have you learned?”
“Much!” said Jones, picking up a stack of notebooks he’d filled with information. He plopped them on the table next to Jpec and Jpec looked at him. The man was in a craze; several coffee cups lay strewn around the lab, indicating the man’s hyperactive state. Jones stood in front of him and Jpec looked to him. He was lost in thought, never even still for an instant thinking silently to himself. When the time was right, Jpec extended his hands and grasped the scientist by the shoulders and forced him to look him in the eye.
“Mr. Jones,” he said, demanding the man’s attention, “I came in here to ask your help. I have had no luck with the note I found.”
“So you want my help, yes?” said the man, a little more sedately.
“Yes, I need you to come into the other room and help me piece together the note.” Said Jpec.
“Ok,” said Jones, “I just need to finish my sketches of the triple-helix.” Jpec nodded and headed into the other room. He lay the shards of paper out on a table and began experimenting with ways to fit them together. After about an hour with no luck, he went back into the lab to talk to Jones. Asleep and lying atop his sketches, Jones was burnt out. Jpec retrieved him a pillow and then went back to work on the note, keeping himself awake and running late into the afternoon and early nighttime by coffee. Eventually though, his strain caught up with him and he passed out cold on the table.
A sound, cyber95 sat up straight in his bed. He had heard a low rumble. His eyes peered through the darkness of his room and he saw that the window had been opened. After getting out of bed, he walked over to it to close it. The rumble happened again and his heart skipped a beat. He grabbed hold of a jar that sat on his dresser and spun ‘round. A familiar face greeted him.
“Oh it’s you!” he said relieved, “thank God! I thought it was the wolves.” The man across from him stayed silent.
“What are you doing here at this god-forsaken hour?” asked cyber95. There was no response but for a single step in his direction. Cyber began to get nervous.
“What are you doing?” he asked, groping about the wall behind him for something – anything he could use. His pulse quickened and then he saw the transformation. The man’s clothes disappeared and his muscles began to tremor violently. He went down on all fours as bared teeth extended from his face and hair grew thick about his body. Cyber panicked and tried to make a run for it, only to be cut down by the wolf without a moment’s notice.
“But I never thought…” were his last words as his voice trailed off. The wolf sniffed at the dead body and turned away in disgust, making its way out of the house – his job had been done.
The sun lay below the horizon as Sarah awoke. The chair at her feet was empty, and she figured she would finally be able to slip a shower in. She made her way to the bathroom and took her pajamas off, turning the water in the shower on. It was warm – just the way she liked it. Jpec hadn’t been at the house that night, and she was worried. But the water relaxed her and set her mind at ease. She smiled, and began washing herself in the shower. She wasn’t too worried about Jpec, he could handle himself pretty well in a fight. Oh great, now she was thinking of him while in the shower. She blushed and smiled, knowing that anything between them would be forbidden. Still, she couldn’t help thinking about him, even now while she washed.
Jpec awoke with a start. The day hadn’t yet started and he saw Jones standing next to him, piecing the note together. He glanced at his watch; “5:11.” He yawned and stretched, gaining his bearings once more. It had been a good night’s sleep, in spite of his sore back. He glanced at Jones’ progress and saw that the note was nearly complete.
”What’s it say,” said Jpec as the man continued to work.
“Something really cryptic,” he responded, “you need to read it.” Jpec yawned again and leaned forward. His eyes adjusted to the light and he read aloud:
“verbatim, your next task is to accompany Arcadian to the commissioner’s old house and kill its current inhabitants. We can’t afford to have someone of Jpec’s skill snooping around; he may find us out. Please do this as soon as possible.
Signed,
Borealis”
The note was written in a scratchy handwriting, very hard to read. Jones stood back as Jpec leaned forward to peer at its contents once more. His eyes widened and he jumped from the desk.
“Jones,” he said, “did you learn anything that could help me in a hand-to-hand fight with a wolf?”
“Well, I learned that silver is a toxin to the wolves. They have enzymes in their blood that break it down and make the blood extremely thick, almost to the point of being a solid.” Jones replied.
“So one shot of the silver bullets should kill them?” Jpec asked, putting his jacket on and beginning to head for the door.
“Yes,” replied Jones, “and Jpec, I hope for your sake that Sarah is still alright.”
“Thanks,” said Jpec, and he was out the door.
So, to recap:
The wolves killed cyber95 – he was human (obviously).
Sarah’s in big trouble.
It’s daytime now so you should vote.
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TWG – Some say it’s better than sex (who those some are I would prefer not to know).
To some, the day may have seemed peaceful; the sun rising over the mountains and reflecting off the dew on the grass and leaves. But to Jpec, the illusion didn’t hold true. ‘I have to get to Sarah!’ he thought silently as he ran down the road. The note ran its words through his mind again and again, like a poison. He knew that things were about to go wrong, and Sarah was blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. Adrenaline shot through him and he ran faster.
Sarah stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel about her chest after drying off her hair. The warm water had calmed her nerves. She walked out into the bedroom, the cool wind from the open window causing Goosebumps on her skin. She grabbed her arms and moved to close it.
“Sarah!” yelled Jpec at the top of his lungs after pounding on the door. Again and again he pounded, fearing the worst. He then remembered; this was his house as well. He dug the key out of his pocket and jammed it in the door, almost ripping the lock out of its socket. He ripped the door in and bolted into the house, going straight to the bedroom.
“Sarah!” he yelled again. He heard the sound of a door opening as he turned the corner and the two of them nearly collided.
“Sarah! Thank God you’re alright,” said Jpec, wrapping his arms about her.
“Jpec,” she said puzzled, “what’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later,” he responded, “Not just go back into the room and lock the door.” He pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her. A sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck alerted him that something was there. He spun quickly, his eyesight getting blurry. He could make out two figures, and saw one of them approaching as his eyesight failed. The footsteps in his ears echoed into his mind from farther and farther away. Then, all was silent.
Sarah fell back into the room with Jpec’s shove. She stood, the breeze from the window still making her shiver. She closed the window and the air stopped blowing in. For an instant she was relieved, but just then, out of the silence, she heard a muted gunshot from outside the room. She began to step away from the window when another sound graced her ears; that of a deep growl. She turned again to the window only to see it shatter in front of her and the full weight of a werewolf pouring through it. It landed haphazardly on top of her and rolled off her, giving her an instant to get up. She grabbed about the nightstand beside her, her heart beating faster and faster. Was it out of fear that she shook or just the cool air blowing into the room once more? The creature let out a growl, bearing its fangs as her hand fell upon a pistol. ‘How did this get here?’ she wondered, taking hold of it. The wolf lunged at her, barely giving her room to slip to the side, as the razor-sharp claw tore through the towel to the skin. She jumped away, her side stinging from the claw. She noticed the creature tangled in her towel, and felt the draft blow through the room. She took aim and shot once.
The town gathered early in the courtyard of the church. Several accusations were brought before the crowd as the citizens bitterly argued. Finally the mayor stepped forward.
“People,” said Homestarrunnernet, “what will arguing get us? All in favor of the day’s lynching say I.” Every person in the crowd said the one letter and then they all began shouting out names.
“Coffee is a wolf!” Hooooomsar said, “I called him last night and he didn’t answer!”
“Of course what were you doing calling him, eh?” retorted Gotter, “I think you were just making sure he was in so you could kill him!”
“What?!” said Hooooomsar.
“Honestly!” shouted Coffee, “I haven’t seen you show up to any of the lynchings! Why should you want to kill me off when you’re acting a lot more suspicious?” Hooooomsar was silenced and the crowd began arguing again. After about five minutes the Mayor climbed the stairs of the church’s porch and said in a loud voice;
“All in favor of lynching Coffee say I!” half the people responded, and he went on.
“Now, all in favor of lynching Hooooomsar, say I!” this time the other half responded and it was nearly a dead tie. Homestarrunnernet stood at the podium.
“There is only one way to settle this,” he said, “Everyone, right the name of who you want killed on a piece of paper and bring it up to me.” The crowd quieted down and H*RBABE supplied the necessary paper. Soon after all the votes were in to Homestarrunnernet and he turned to count them. The seconds that passed seemed like hours to the people and he turned.
“It is decided,” he said, “will the two people in question, Hooooomsar and Coffee, please step forward.” The crowd nearly shoved them to the front and Homestarrunnernet drew his pistol. Almost without a second thought he shot Coffee straight between the eyes, and he fell to the ground, his blood leaking onto the grass. Several minutes passed without a change.
“He was human!” cried tape-leg2.
“We messed up again!” said Ccomics88, cursing afterward.
“People,” said Homestarrunnernet, “we have killed another human today. Continue about your lives and really think about who you want to kill tomorrow, if it comes to that.” With that the crowd dispersed, but some people noticed that one among them was missing.
”Where is he?” asked one.
”I dunno,” said the other, “I have seen him go to the house of that crazy scientist once or twice, but I’m not sure.”
“Oh well,” responded the first, “it’s not like it’s our problem.”
Summary:
You killed Coffee
Coffee was a human
It is nighttime now
The seers, angel, and wolf should all PM me.
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TWG – Through writing this story, I came to the realization of one terrible fact: Sarah was never given a last name.
The beast pulled its head down in a rant as it tried to disentangle itself from the towel. The shot Sarah had fired scraped past its shoulder blade, shattering it and giving the creature a flesh wound with a loud yelp. Tearing through the towel, the creature found itself free again, staring Sarah down and bearing its teeth. The two stared at each other fiercely as the wind blew in through the window. Sarah held the gun out in front of her, staring into the creature’s eyes. It was not anger, however, that she saw in its eyes, but fear. She hesitated an instant before pulling the trigger and the wolf jumped out the window, leaving behind the back half of its tail as was cut off by Sarah’s shot. She smiled, breathing heavily; she had just won over the wolf. She heard a loud knock on the door and a worried man imploring,
“Ms. Adalev?!” It wasn’t Jpec’s voice; or at least she didn’t think it was. The door buckled again under another heavy knock. She moved her mouth to speak, but found no words were coming out. Another knock and the door developed a crack. Sarah quickly reached for a large button-down shirt and fastened it over herself as the door was broken in. She looked to see who it was only to feel a sharp pain above her collarbone. With fading vision she collapsed, only to see two men run into the room. She felt herself lifted off the ground and then passed out, her wound stinging as the cotton threads of the shirt rubbed against it and sopped up some of the blood. Then, all feeling stopped and she passed out.
It seemed only seconds later that Jpec woke up. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a thin mattress in a concrete cell. He saw Sarah lying on the bed opposite him, wearing a button down shirt with a large stain in its side. ‘Wolves!’ he remembered. He jumped out of the bed and rushed over to her bed. He kneeled next to her bed, placing his hand on her neck to feel for a pulse. There was nothing in the neck, so he grabbed her left wrist and checked there. The pulse was so weak that he could barely feel it moving through her arm.
“Sarah?” he asked worriedly. She stirred, and Jpec noticed that the stain on Sarah’s shirt wasn’t just anything; it was blood.
“Sarah! Please wake up!” he said again, urgently. Her eyes opened weakly.
“Jpec?” she asked wearily, “where are we?”
“I don’t know, but you’re hurt,” responded Jpec.
“You think I didn’t know that?” she asked, looking down to the stain on her shirt.
“What happened?” he asked.
“A wolf attacked me, that’s what,” she replied, “it cut me pretty deeply.”
“We have to close the wound,” said Jpec, “you want me to do it?”
“As long as you can promise not to stare when you’re done,” she said.
“You don’t make it easy, but I’ll try.” He removed her shirt and began tearing strips out of it to tie around the wound. He then dug a flask of whiskey out of his pocket and moistened one of the strips with its contents. Sarah cried in pain as Jpec washes the wound with the alcohol-enriched fabric, and then Jpec began to wrap the wound. The gash was large, and took several pieces of the fabric to completely seal. The shirt was gone, Jpec having used the whole thing to seal the wound. He gave her his shirt and she fell asleep quickly. He began pacing, wondering where they were and how they got there. His neck was sore, and he could feel his hand like ice rubbing up against it as he walked about.
The citizens slowly filed into the town’s center for the morning meeting. Among them, only one was missing.
“Have either of you seen strongbadrules?” Hooooomsar asked Kramerica and tape-leg2. They both shrugged and shook their heads.
“Alright then,” responded Hooooomsar, “Homestarrunnernet, Kramerica and tape-leg2 have volunteered to check up on strongbadrules.”
“What?!” asked Kramerica, “that’s ridiculous!”
“Yeah!” said tape-leg2, “How do we know there isn’t another wolf hiding in his house?”
“You’ll just have to go blindly,” said Homestarrunnernet, “it’s not likely that the wolves would stay again,” Tape-leg2 shrugged and then Mr. Jones stepped forward.
“Take this,” he said, handing over a pistol, “it’s loaded with silver bullets.” Kramerica grabbed the gun.
“I’ll be back,” he said in a very Terminator-esque style. He and tape-leg2 walked to strongbadrules’ house.
The door was left open as the two stepped up onto the porch. Kramerica went in the lead, tape-leg2 following closely behind. Almost without having to look they saw the body of strongbadrules, clutching the remote and completely lacerated on his couch. There was blood everywhere around him, and the couch was also torn. The television was tuned to the weather channel, and tape-leg2 paused to watch it.
“…and tonight for the first time this month we will have a new moon. That means that if you’re looking out in the night sky, the stars will be as clear as though you were in space itself.” Kramerica looked up from the couch,
“What did it just say?” he asked.
“New moon tonight,” said tape-leg2.
“Really?!” said Kramerica excitedly.
“Yeah, let’s go back.” And the two people left the house, leaving the massacred strongbadrules on his couch. They informed Homestarrunnernet of the information, and the people then voted.
Alright, so to recap:
Jpec and Sarah are in some kind of holding cell
Strongbadrules was killed
It’s time to vote!
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The Werewolf Game: Moving forward with or without the other people…
The last vote was cast by 1:00, as the citizens debated whom they should lynch. Homestarrunnernet stepped up to the bucket and began silently reading names on the papers. After about fifteen minutes he turned and faced the crowd, drawing his gun.
“The_Goblin,” he said, “please step forward.” The man’s face turned from a look of confidence to a look of fear as he was shoved forward. Homestarrunnernet drew his gun and aimed.
“Now, wolf” he began, moving his finger over the trigger, “it’s time for you to die.” The crowd winced as his finger tightened around the trigger, but there was no sound. Homestarrunnernet looked down at his hand curiously and pointed the gun at the ground. A bullet fell out of the end and hit the ground heavily.
This was his chance! The_Goblin turned around and darted through the crowd, only to have cgnu fan trip him to the ground. He lay still for a moment, and then the mob honed in on him, beating him to a bloody pulp. After about five minutes his body lay gnarled and mangled on the ground in a pool of blood. There was no change in his form.
“Wait a second,” said one of the people, “I thought I voted for Homestarrunnernet!”
“Yeah, me too!” said another as agreeing calls rang up from the crowd. Attention was shifted to the man who was staring in disbelief at the gnarled body on the ground. His eyes stiffened and he turned to the crowd.
“I’m sorry,” he began in a sorrowful tone, “but we cannot let this tragedy keep us down! Tomorrow we will kill a wolf!” murmurs and grumbles went out from the crowd as they dispersed from the lawn of the church, and The_Goblin’s body was left out in the sun to rot.
The door of the cell opened and light poured in on the two inhabitants. Jpec stirred and opened his eyes. Blurry figures of men walked in and he felt himself lifted. He shook his head and became more aware of what was happening. He looked at the faces of his captors, but couldn’t recognize either one.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked frantically.
“You’ll see,” sneered one of them, continuing to carry him, “Oh yes, you will see.” The two captors laughed eerily as they continued carrying Jpec down the hall.
“Wait,” Jpec tried, but they kept walking, “What about Sarah?!”
“Don’t worry, she’s next,” they responded. Jpec looked up towards the cell to try and catch his bearings, but quickly he became confused. This place, wherever he was, was a massive labyrinth of concrete walls and doorways, each one the same as the other. The carriers stopped and he looked down beyond his feet. A red double-doorway stood there, impeding their progress. The front carrier’s knee hit the control panel to the right of the door and another unfamiliar face appeared on the monitor above it.
“We brought the prisoner just like you asked,” said the rearmost carrier.
“Good,” responded a deep voice. Jpec focused on the monitor, “Bring him in.” The doors opened slowly and Jpec was carried inside. The arm and leg restraints were applied to him as he was forced to sit in a solid metal chair. The carriers left, and the lights went out. Jpec’s eyes searched the darkness for something they could latch onto, but there was nothing to be found. Suddenly, a brilliant light turned on from in front of him. His eyes squinted naturally and he heard footsteps approaching him.
“So you’re Jpec07, are you?” asked the booming voice. Jpec didn’t respond as the footsteps stopped right behind him.
“Not one for talking, then,” responded the voice, “I see how it is.” Suddenly Jpec heard a click and his whole body jerked about frantically for a moment, and then all stopped. Breathing heavily, Jpec craned his neck about to see if he could see who his captor was.
“That was a jolt of electricity,” continued the voice, “Not enough to kill any man, but enough to make him wish he were dead. I’ll ask you again, are you or are you not Jpec07?” Jpec kept his mouth shut and a few seconds later his body furiously jolted about in the chair once more. He let out a cry of pain and the electricity stopped. His whole body hurt as he felt the blood making its way to his extremities once again.
“This is the last time I’ll ask you,” said the voice, “are you or are you not Jpec07?” Jpec sealed his lips, and clenched his fists, expecting another jolt. After some seconds, he released his fists, and the voice began again;
“Fine then, if you won’t talk, maybe your little lady friend will…” Jpec thought of it for a moment, and opened his mouth,
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh you underestimate me,” responded the voice, “Guards-”
“My name is Jpec07!” said Jpec as a desperate last attempt.
“So you will cooperate with me! How considerate of you.”
“Don’t count on my favors,” said Jpec, “I’m just doing this for her.”
“Who is she then?” Jpec hesitated in answering and received another jolt.
“Her name is Sarah Adalev!” he shouted. The pain stopped an instant later and he was left gasping for breath, barely able to keep himself seated properly.
“This ‘Sarah Adalev’ a friend of yours?” asked the voice.
“She’s my secretary,” Jpec said weakly, “Why are you doing this?”
“You came snooping,” responded the voice, “and my operatives said you needed to be removed.”
“So you’re a, a-”
“A werewolf?” said the voice, finishing Jpec’s thought for him, “Yes.” A prolonged silence followed.
“So,” the voice continued yet again, “What were you doing in Highstream?” Jpec didn’t respond at first. Whether it was fatigue or stubbornness neither could tell, so the man leaned forward and asked it right into Jpec’s ear.
“What were you and Sarah doing in Highstream?”
“I was paid to investigate disappearances,” said Jpec, barely keeping conscious.
“So then why did Sarah come with you?”
“I thought I would need her mind,” responded Jpec groggily, his mind unable to focus on anything.
“I’ve gathered enough for today,” responded the voice, “Guards! Take him back to his cell.” Jpec felt the restraints released and then passed from consciousness.
Sarah stirred from sleep, the gash in her side causing her pain as she woke. She glanced around the room for a bit, and then remembered what was happening. She sat up, and noticed that light was streaming into the room from the door. She wandered over to it and pushed it open easily. She slipped out and started wandering the halls. She got about halfway down the hall where her cell had been when she heard footsteps. She scrambled to find an open doorway and slid into a storage closet as two people rounded the corner. Peering out the window, she saw two men dragging Jpec behind them by his arms, and gasped, seeing him dripping sweat from his drooped head as he was dragged across the floor. Once the trio had passed she opened the door and stepped out into the hall. She heard them place Jpec on his bed, and then suddenly realized that they would know she was on the loose. She jumped back into the closet just as the two men came running back down the hall, and grabbed a broomstick for use as a weapon. The door in front of her opened and one of the men reached his hand in to grab her. She swatted it to the side with the broomstick and kicked him in the shin. He doubled over and she swatted him with the broom, knocking him to the ground as the other man came for her. She gave him an uppercut to the jaw with the stick. He fell back into the hall and she slammed the broomstick into his chest. A cough brought blood from his mouth and she kicked his head from the side, snapping his neck before he could move. There was an animalistic behavior about her as she fought, and when she snapped out of it she didn’t know anything else to do but run. Dropping the stick, she bolted down the hall, trying every door frantically and not being able to open a single one.
Summary:
The_Goblin is dead – he was human
Sarah got out of the cell but Jpec’s still imprisoned.
It is nighttime, but it is a new moon (wolves can’t take on wolf form).
Seers and angel should PM me (no change in rules for you tonight).
Wolves should check their Private Messages for what to do.
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TWG: Democracy at its best…
(or would it be Republicanism???)
The dirt beneath Jpec’s feet slipped out from under him as he ran, the underbrush tearing his skin as its claws impeded his progress. He heard a howl from behind him and picked up his pace, sprinting through the Vermont woods during the night. It would not be long now; fatigue plagued his body as his heart raced. They were after him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive the inevitable encounter. There! The moon shone bright through the trees and Jpec saw the wood’s end. He pushed harder and harder, lengthening his stride to get out of the forest as quickly as possible. He breached the tree line, but his next stride seemed to miss the ground. He looked down, realizing the horrible mistake he’d made. He was now falling off the edge of a 500-foot cliff to the rocky ground below. Panic gripped him and he reached out, grasping at anything he could, but he was too far from the cliff. He caught one last glimpse of the cliff where he’d fallen and saw the moon rise above it, clearly silhouetting the wolf standing at its peak. Its snout poked into the air and a loud howl was let out. Jpec clasped his hands to his ears, but the sound resonated through to his brain. He pinched his eyes shut and felt something hit his back hard. His eyes opened again and he was back in the holding cell, lying on the floor with sweat beading down the side of his face and breathing heavily. Slowly the memories of the past day’s events slipped back into his mind and he glanced about the room he was in. It was the same room as before, the cool, smooth concrete walls and solid door imprisoning him and Sarah. He looked over to her to see if she was still asleep, only to find her missing.
“Sarah?” he asked, quickly scrambling to his feet. He made his way to her bed only to find it empty. He ran to the door, a streak of fear and desperation crossing his mind.
“Sarah!!” he called, pounding away at it, “What have you done with Sarah?!” His mind was engulfed in a flame of rage as he knocked away, continually pounding at the door until his fists bled.
The sun set on the day almost as quickly as it had risen. Bitterness and resentment was replaced with fear as the night shone through without a moon. During the night, several citizens gathered at what had been verbatim’s home.
“What are we going to do?” asked one frantically, “we can’t become wolves tonight!”
“We could kill someone anyway,” suggested another, “that would keep the people under fear.”
“Yes,” chimed in a third, “but it is very risky; we might not even survive the attack.”
“Then let’s not risk it,” said the first, “let’s just let the night go without shed blood.” They were all silent for a long time. The clock chimed one and one of them spoke up.
“What happened to that investigator and his lady-friend?”
“They were abducted during the day not too long ago,” said a fourth, “now they’re being held at Montpelier.”
“There’s a complex in Montpelier?” asked the fifth, “where on earth is it?”
“Under it,” said the third.
“Yes, from what I’ve heard it can get very confusing if you don’t know the layout.” Said the second.
“Have we learned anything from them yet?” asked the first.
“I haven’t been in contact with the leader there since I called for help,” said the fourth, “I should probably see if I can find out how things are going.”
“What do they do there, exactly?” said a sixth member, just walking in on the group, “I’ve heard awful stories about it.”
“From what I gather,” responded the third, “they use torturous methods to gather information, and then let the prisoners become our sport.” The newcomer rubbed a large scar on his back, massaging the pain out of it.
“What happened to your back?” asked the second.
“It was hurt in the operation,” said the sixth, “that woman has a good shot, in spite of her humanity.” Some of the others snickered, and they then sat silent for a good while, eventually dispersing back to their homes.
Her breath lay heavily in the thick air, the wound in her side crying for mitigation as she panted, leaning against one of the thick walls and taking a break from running. The alarm buzzed in her ear, but she could not continue. She slid into another conveniently located closet and armed herself once more. Sarah could not bring herself to imagine the kind of things they were putting Jpec through, what kind of torturous things would leave him so wiped out. She shuddered at the thought and waited for the guards to come, as she was sure they would. The air grew thick with the smell of blood; the bandage Jpec had made was slipping off her, and she could feel the stain in her shirt growing with each passing moment. Suddenly, the door in front of her opened and she found herself confronted by three more guards. These held guns, however, and Sarah knew her run was over. Dropping the stick she had grabbed, she put her hands into the air. The shirt was lifted just enough to give the guards a peak at her, and she quickly took advantage of it, her mind not even bothering to think of the ramifications. She snatched one of the guns and had the three of them killed within an instant. Noting her indecency, she dragged of the bodies back into the closet with her and stole the clothing (a lose fit, but it was better than running about half-naked). The other guns’ munitions rested in her pocket as she went back the way she had come. Sweat beaded on her forehead but she kept moving. Before she could get back to Jpec’s cell, however, a second, louder alarm sounded and a door closed behind her almost faster than the eye could see. The shockwave knocked her to the ground, spilling the ammunition on the ground and launching her gun down the hallway. She got up, but quickly found herself staring down the barrel of another 5 angry guns. She got on her knees and put her hands behind her head, only to be shoved to the ground again. Again she raised herself to her knees only to receive a blow to the back of the head. Everything went blurry, the five men around her seemed like faded shadows on the ever-darkening walls. Everything then went silent and black.
The skies were covered in cloud that morning as the people woke up. The usual morning fog stayed through the day as the sun was kept from view by the cloud cover above, giving the town an eerie glow. The pine trees in the valley, like gothic steeples rose above the lower layer of fog, creating the mystic feeling that enthralled the day. The people slowly rose and hesitantly made their way to the front lawn of the church. Hope, which usually resounded from the church’s framework and white paint, was nowhere to be found in this morning, with the classical construction of the church looming over the courtyard ominously. Homestarrunnernet stepped up onto its front steps, almost knowing that his doom was ensured.
“People,” he began, “if any solace can be found on a day like today, let it be that we are all here! Now is our chance to strike back at the wolves; make your choice a wise decision.” The firmness of his voice did well to cover his anxiety, but the trained eye noticed his slight trembling. With these words, the people discussed their vote and made it known whom they wanted to lynch.
Summary:
The wolves killed no one because of the new moon.
Jpec had a nightmare.
Sarah is back in the wolves’ hands.
What will happen to Sarah and who is the mysterious sixth wolf?
Vote!
Quote:
TWG: Democracy at its best…
(or would it be Republicanism???)
The dirt beneath Jpec’s feet slipped out from under him as he ran, the underbrush tearing his skin as its claws impeded his progress. He heard a howl from behind him and picked up his pace, sprinting through the Vermont woods during the night. It would not be long now; fatigue plagued his body as his heart raced. They were after him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive the inevitable encounter. There! The moon shone bright through the trees and Jpec saw the wood’s end. He pushed harder and harder, lengthening his stride to get out of the forest as quickly as possible. He breached the tree line, but his next stride seemed to miss the ground. He looked down, realizing the horrible mistake he’d made. He was now falling off the edge of a 500-foot cliff to the rocky ground below. Panic gripped him and he reached out, grasping at anything he could, but he was too far from the cliff. He caught one last glimpse of the cliff where he’d fallen and saw the moon rise above it, clearly silhouetting the wolf standing at its peak. Its snout poked into the air and a loud howl was let out. Jpec clasped his hands to his ears, but the sound resonated through to his brain. He pinched his eyes shut and felt something hit his back hard. His eyes opened again and he was back in the holding cell, lying on the floor with sweat beading down the side of his face and breathing heavily. Slowly the memories of the past day’s events slipped back into his mind and he glanced about the room he was in. It was the same room as before, the cool, smooth concrete walls and solid door imprisoning him and Sarah. He looked over to her to see if she was still asleep, only to find her missing.
“Sarah?” he asked, quickly scrambling to his feet. He made his way to her bed only to find it empty. He ran to the door, a streak of fear and desperation crossing his mind.
“Sarah!!” he called, pounding away at it, “What have you done with Sarah?!” His mind was engulfed in a flame of rage as he knocked away, continually pounding at the door until his fists bled.
The sun set on the day almost as quickly as it had risen. Bitterness and resentment was replaced with fear as the night shone through without a moon. During the night, several citizens gathered at what had been verbatim’s home.
“What are we going to do?” asked one frantically, “we can’t become wolves tonight!”
“We could kill someone anyway,” suggested another, “that would keep the people under fear.”
“Yes,” chimed in a third, “but it is very risky; we might not even survive the attack.”
“Then let’s not risk it,” said the first, “let’s just let the night go without shed blood.” They were all silent for a long time. The clock chimed one and one of them spoke up.
“What happened to that investigator and his lady-friend?”
“They were abducted during the day not too long ago,” said a fourth, “now they’re being held at Montpelier.”
“There’s a complex in Montpelier?” asked the fifth, “where on earth is it?”
“Under it,” said the third.
“Yes, from what I’ve heard it can get very confusing if you don’t know the layout.” Said the second.
“Have we learned anything from them yet?” asked the first.
“I haven’t been in contact with the leader there since I called for help,” said the fourth, “I should probably see if I can find out how things are going.”
“What do they do there, exactly?” said a sixth member, just walking in on the group, “I’ve heard awful stories about it.”
“From what I gather,” responded the third, “they use torturous methods to gather information, and then let the prisoners become our sport.” The newcomer rubbed a large scar on his back, massaging the pain out of it.
“What happened to your back?” asked the second.
“It was hurt in the operation,” said the sixth, “that woman has a good shot, in spite of her humanity.” Some of the others snickered, and they then sat silent for a good while, eventually dispersing back to their homes.
Her breath lay heavily in the thick air, the wound in her side crying for mitigation as she panted, leaning against one of the thick walls and taking a break from running. The alarm buzzed in her ear, but she could not continue. She slid into another conveniently located closet and armed herself once more. Sarah could not bring herself to imagine the kind of things they were putting Jpec through, what kind of torturous things would leave him so wiped out. She shuddered at the thought and waited for the guards to come, as she was sure they would. The air grew thick with the smell of blood; the bandage Jpec had made was slipping off her, and she could feel the stain in her shirt growing with each passing moment. Suddenly, the door in front of her opened and she found herself confronted by three more guards. These held guns, however, and Sarah knew her run was over. Dropping the stick she had grabbed, she put her hands into the air. The shirt was lifted just enough to give the guards a peak at her, and she quickly took advantage of it, her mind not even bothering to think of the ramifications. She snatched one of the guns and had the three of them killed within an instant. Noting her indecency, she dragged of the bodies back into the closet with her and stole the clothing (a lose fit, but it was better than running about half-naked). The other guns’ munitions rested in her pocket as she went back the way she had come. Sweat beaded on her forehead but she kept moving. Before she could get back to Jpec’s cell, however, a second, louder alarm sounded and a door closed behind her almost faster than the eye could see. The shockwave knocked her to the ground, spilling the ammunition on the ground and launching her gun down the hallway. She got up, but quickly found herself staring down the barrel of another 5 angry guns. She got on her knees and put her hands behind her head, only to be shoved to the ground again. Again she raised herself to her knees only to receive a blow to the back of the head. Everything went blurry, the five men around her seemed like faded shadows on the ever-darkening walls. Everything then went silent and black.
The skies were covered in cloud that morning as the people woke up. The usual morning fog stayed through the day as the sun was kept from view by the cloud cover above, giving the town an eerie glow. The pine trees in the valley, like gothic steeples rose above the lower layer of fog, creating the mystic feeling that enthralled the day. The people slowly rose and hesitantly made their way to the front lawn of the church. Hope, which usually resounded from the church’s framework and white paint, was nowhere to be found in this morning, with the classical construction of the church looming over the courtyard ominously. Homestarrunnernet stepped up onto its front steps, almost knowing that his doom was ensured.
“People,” he began, “if any solace can be found on a day like today, let it be that we are all here! Now is our chance to strike back at the wolves; make your choice a wise decision.” The firmness of his voice did well to cover his anxiety, but the trained eye noticed his slight trembling. With these words, the people discussed their vote and made it known whom they wanted to lynch.
Summary:
The wolves killed no one because of the new moon.
Jpec had a nightmare.
Sarah is back in the wolves’ hands.
What will happen to Sarah and who is the mysterious sixth wolf?
Vote!
Quote:
TWG – this morning is too eerie, something’s gotta go wrong!
The wood of the church seemed to creak and groan as each person climbed the stairs to cast their vote. After all had voted, Homestarrunnernet began counting the votes silently. His face went white after he read the last one; all the votes had been for him. He stared into the crowd, their angry faces glaring fiercely at him. A heartbeat deafening him in his ears he turned and ran into the church.
”Let’s get him!” shouted Its_The_Sneak!!!, and the crowd began to move in toward the church. Suddenly, there was a loud crack. Homestarrunnernet was seen through the door, stopped dead in his tracks and looking up toward the ceiling. Another loud crack, and another, and soon, a whole series of cracks billowed from within the building. The peoples hands drew to their ears as the noise threatened to deafen them.
”It’s coming down!!” shouted Kramerica and the crowd turned to run. Homestarrunnernet looked up to the ceiling of the church, the dust from the beams pouring down. Grabbing at his eyes in pain, he crouched over and rubbed, drawing tears from the glands around them. He felt a sharp pain in his back, and looked down to see a large splinter of wood sticking straight through his chest. He began crawling toward the door, only to be covered by a massive pile of falling debris as the church’s steeple collapsed in on him, completely covering and hiding his body among the wreckage.
After five minutes the church had completely collapsed. Townsfolk slowly gathered around the dust-covered front lawn, a few beginning to look for the body of their former mayor.
“People!” said Sharp, stepping forward, “We need to choose a new leader to defend us from the wolves!” With that, the people began voicing whom they felt was to be the mayor.
Summary:
Homestarrunnernet is dead.
Vote for a new mayor!
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The Werewolf Game: in a state of nature since 1992*
*This date carries no weight whatsoever and was just made up to look like a good statistic, much like the rest of the story.
The room was dark. Sarah couldn’t tell where she was any more, all she could see was the burned images of the lights from the hall in the backs of her eyes. The figured danced in front of her as she stared through the darkness. There was suddenly a brilliant light in front of her, and she squinted, her eyes unaccustomed to such rude light. A figure stood between her and it, arms crossed.
“Sarah Adalev,” said the man, stepping toward her.
“What do you want?” she said coldly, just noticing the restraints on her arms. The back of her head throbbed as she turned her head from the biting light.
“You’re not in much of a position to be asking questions,” the man responded, “after all, you did kill four of my men.” Sarah kept her mouth shut. Her cutting remarks could get her nowhere with this man.
“So,” he continued, “where do you come from, Ms. Adalev?” Her silence seemed to procure a laugh from the man asking the questions.
“You know,” came the words after the laughter, “your friend expressed the same opinion, but I managed to crack him,” Her silence seemed to cut the air as she stared beyond the light, her eyes used to it by now. “Would you like to know how?” After another brief moment of silence the man continued, “With a small electric jolt; not so strong as to kill a man, but enough to make him wish he were dead.” Sarah’s expression changed; her mind was torn between her loyalty to Jpec and her fear of pain. Jpec had been so completely wiped out by the experience, and her body was so weak by comparison to his. Still, she remained silent.
“So you choose pain then?” the voice came again. Sarah’s heart quickened as her torn expression turned to a desperate plea. She opened her mouth, or she would have, if it had obeyed her. A sharp numbness shot through her limbs as they furiously vibrated. She pinched her mouth shut, vehemently fighting the man’s control. The jolts stopped and she was left gasping for breath.
“Are you more willing to talk now?” asked the man, “because I would hate to have to do that to you again.” She looked up toward his silhouette, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She opened her mouth, but no words would come out.
“Where do you come from, Ms. Adalev?” repeated the man.
“I grew up in New York,” she said, struggling with each word.
“How is it then that you came to Vermont?” the man asked.
“I needed money,” she started, “and I had no job. A friend of a friend referred me to Jpec’s office.”
“So then,” said the man after a short minute of internal deliberation, “how well do you know Jpec?”
“I’ve been working with him for over a year now,” she said, her mind wandering.
“So you and he are close then?” remarked the man, and she smiled.
“You could say that,” she said quietly, breaking a prolonged silence. The girlish smile on her face alluded to something more, but neither pursued it any further.
“So tell me,” continued the man, “what do you know about the wolves in Highstream?” Sarah’s expression changed. From the young and giddy, school-girl-type of smile she had worn, her face now showed a form of pleading dread. After a few seconds, a second jolt shot through her. She pinched her eyes and mouth shut as best she could, her face distorting in pain. She squirmed about the chair involuntarily, the energy running through her seeming to drain the life from her with every passing second. The jolting and pain seemed to go on forever, but finally stopped, and Sarah was left lying limply in the chair.
“Guards,” called the man, “take her back to her cell, but take everything of ours from her before you do.” The guards who entered snickered as they picked up her limp body and carried it through the halls back to the cell. Outside the door they took the uniform she had borrowed and then threw her into the cell.
Light flooded into Jpec’s eyes as the door flew open. He squinted as the harsh silhouettes danced before him. He couldn’t think straight, as his eyes slowly adjusted for the sudden change in light. He thought he saw Sarah’s face among the shadows, but was unsure. He sat up, and the door shut, leaving only more darkness in the cell. The dim light above wasn’t providing any help as he saw another figure lying in a heap on the ground.
“Sarah?” he said, his mind beginning to straighten out. The heap moved a little, and Jpec jumped out of the bed.
“Sarah!” he repeated, moving toward her. He could see her fatigue and stumbled to her side.
“Jpec?” she asked weakly.
“It’s alright, Sarah,” Jpec replied, “it’s all going to be ok now.” He wrapped her in his arms and sat her up, not paying any heed to the bare skin his hands touched.
“It was horrible,” she said after a while, only to be shushed by Jpec. Her mind went quiet and she passed out. Jpec picked her up and lay her on the bed.
“What have you done to her?!” shouted Jpec to whoever might be listening, “Why did you have to do this?” He pounded on the door in a fit of rage for a few minutes, and then settled back into the other bed, his rage turned silent. What exactly had he gotten them into anyway?
The sky slowly grew darker as the sun, hidden by the overcast clouds, progressed towards its decline at the horizon. The morning’s fog had given way to a light drizzle as the people slowly searched the settled rubble of the church for the body of their former mayor. After 3 hours of no results, the search was called off, and the citizens gathered in the front lawn again. None of them had really made any decision about who to lynch that day, and so the vote took a long time. Eventually, though, the people concluded that Ccomics88 was to be the new mayor.
“People,” he said, stepping up on a bit of scattered debris, “we cannot stay here through the night. Go home!” The people did as they were told, somberly wandering back to their homes. The mayor lingered to make sure everyone made it to their homes, but there was one person left behind: Mr. Jones.
“Is everything alright, Mr. Jones?” asked the new mayor.
“Yes,” replied the scientist, “everything is fine. If it’s alright at you I’m just going to look through the debris to try and figure out how it was that the church fell.”
“Alright,” said Ccomics, “just make sure that you get home before dark. I wouldn’t want to find you in harm’s way.” Jones nodded and the mayor left. As soon as his footsteps had dissipated into the distance, Jones began working on the debris, removing bits and pieces. His one worry was that it had been the silver chandelier that had caused the collapse of the building. He carefully studied the remains, putting the building back together in his mind and slowly examining the structure. After another hour of digging he made it to the center of the building, where the chandelier would have fallen. The rest of the rubble had already confirmed his fears as he dug; the weight of the chandelier had brought the entire building down. Still he dug earnestly, knowing that the chandelier would be a valuable resource of silver for him to test with. He reached the center of the building and dragged the chandelier out of the wreckage, using all of his might to pull it across the ground. He thought he heard something move behind him, and turned to see a figure leap out of the building. Jones’ hand reached for his gun and he drew it, sprinting to where the chandelier previously lay. He jumped up onto a pew and took aim in the figure’s direction, not able to make out much of anything. He noticed the track of blood leading from beneath the rubble, and knew that he had seen the former mayor. He re-holstered the gun and set back to work bringing the chandelier back to his lab.
Summary:
Sarah underwent the interrogation after being captured and is now back in the cell with Jpec.
Ccomics88 is the new mayor.
Jones took the silver chandelier from the rubble of the church, and caught a glimpse of an injured creature fleeing the scene.
It is now nighttime.
Wolves should PM me.
Angel should PM me.
Seers should PM me.
Quote:
TWG:
- Thus is the circle of life. Look at the humans for example.
- But don’t we eat the humans?
- Yes, but when we die our bodies become the grass, and the humans eat the grass.
- Wait, what?
- Bad analogy…
The crescent moon glowed in full that night, gleaming down vengefully on the town of Highstream. The wolves gathered in their rundown shack in the woods of the town to discuss events. After deciding upon whom to kill, the conversation turned to the day’s events.
“How could he have been so careless?” asked one, “he was one of our biggest advantages!”
“He wasn’t careless,” responded another, “He was the mayor. If you’re elected there you are automatically scrutinized.”
“True,” said a third, “but I was one who voted for him. He killed off verbatim, after all.”
“That was political,” said the second, “If he hadn’t done that he would have been slaughtered.”
“Still,” replied the fourth, “it was eerie how the church collapsed on him.”
“Yeah,” said the first, “how did that happen anyway?”
“That was the chandelier,” chimed in a fifth. His presence had been unknown to the rest of the wolves until he had chimed in.
“Arcadian!” said the second, “I wish you’d show up on time and not sneak in on us like that!”
“Sorry,” replied Arcadian, “the doctor was up late.”
“You should really fix that problem,” replied the third, “it could get to be quite tedious if we’re ever in a bind.”
“It will be taken care of soon. The good doctor is inches from finalizing the static serum.”
“Do you honestly think that will work?”
“It is promising, his research was greatly aided by verbatim’s death.” Just then the door slammed open and a mangled, bloody figure collapsed in.
“Homestarrunnernet?” asked the first, leaning in closer, “by God it is you!”
“Oh yes,” said Arcadian, “I thought I’d seen you leaving the church.”
“Shut up, Arcadian,” he said, “guys, I need a lift.”
“In the state you’re in,” responded the third, “you really shouldn’t be moving much.”
“It’s not as bad as it may seem,” he responded, “who can take me to Montpelier?”
“It’s a ways away,” said the second, “but I’ll take you.”
“Alright then,” said the first, “we have a kill to make, people.” With that the wolves disbanded their meeting, one of them taking Homestarrunnernet to the complex in Montpelier, another two going to attack their victim, and the rest returning to their homes.
Jpec woke suddenly, the dreamless sleep quickly fading from his mind. A pale light streamed in through the cracked-open door. Was he still asleep? He slid off the bed and walked over to the door, the sounds of his shoes against the concrete eerily reverberating around the room. Something was wrong, and Jpec had the feeling he wasn’t even safe. He opened the door to find that the lights were out, but there was an ominous, pale light that circumvented the area dimly. He could make out smears of blood stained across the wall and doors as the door was opened. He looked back at Sarah to see her sleeping soundly. What if it’s just some elaborate trick? He couldn’t bear to see Sarah be “interrogated” again, so he didn’t wake her. The blood streaks on the wall continued for a good distance as Jpec walked. He found the mutilated bodies of a few wolves along the way, their bodies nearly turned inside out. None of the artillery he had seen them carrying before was present on their broken bodies, nor any of the uniforms. The blood was thick on the floor now, his shoes sticking to it as he walked among the mutilated bodies. Something had gone terribly wrong here.
The people of the town gathered in the town’s center early, swarming the oak tree in a plague. Hastily the people were counted and recounted as Ccomics88 made his way to stand atop a root that jutted high above the ground. Tape-leg2 brought forward the news that everyone was still there, and Ccomics began speaking.
“People,” he said, “While our angel is strong, we must strike back at the wolves! Let us vote!”
And with that, the people voted.
Summary:
Strange things are happening at the complex in Montpelier.
Homestarrunnernet was a wolf, but he’s not dead (story wise anyway. As far as the game goes he has no more say).
It’s time for you to vote:
MOST IMPORTANTLY vote for the person you want to have lynched (even if you don’t know who you want on the cabinet yet, just vote for someone to lynch so the game can go on).
Then make the votes for the guys you want on the cabinet.
Slowly the people decided whom to kill. The process was slow, but eventually, the deliberations left one person to be lynched: sunbun.
“Sunbun,” said Ccomics88, “it’s time for you to die!” He pulled a gun from his pocket, the one that he had received upon obtaining the position of mayor. The trigger pulled and a few ounces of lead wound up embedded in sunbun’s chest. He looked down, in shock at what had just happened, and fell onto his back. Everyone in the crowd was silent, watching his body intently for any signs of change, but none came about. Ccomics88’s face was revealed as he dragged his hand down it, showing the distraught expression he carried.
“People,” he said, “Go home and sleep.” And thus they did.
The scene only grew more and more gruesome as Jpec wandered through the halls. Blood dripped from nearly every low point in the halls as he walked on. Not only had there been wolves in the mutilation, but men as well. The air was damp with the moisture spilled from the wolves and people. Eventually, his path took him to the room in which he had been interrogated. The door was open, the lock having been ripped from its place. Even standing in front of it Jpec could smell the carnage inside. Still, he pushed it open and groped about the wall for a switch. The room was illuminated and Jpec could see what it contained. The walls were bare, but for the recent blood spraying it had received. There was the chair he had learned to hate, only now it was cut in half, cleanly down the middle and charred on both sides. The light hung from the ceiling, pointed at the chair, and the bodies of several wolves lay scattered about the floor. Making his way toward the light, he found the body of the wolf who had held him in the chair. His body hadn’t been given the time to change form, and his face lay severed from the rest of his body, a few feet away and bearing a shocked expression. His body lay disfigured on the floor, the limbs having nearly been torn off. Jpec examined its pockets, and found a wallet and the remote. Shoving the wallet in his pocket, he took a moment to look at the remote. It was a simple piece of equipment, a switch on top with a sliding dial underneath. Experimenting had never been his strong suit, but Jpec fiddled with the controls. Eventually a steady arc of electricity flowed between the two halves of the chair. He smirked, and threw the remote to the ground. The arc clipped out, with the remote gaining a better perspective of the bottom of Jpec’s shoe.
The cell was cold, or was it the breeze coming through the door? Sarah couldn’t decide as she lay awake in bed. The door was open and Jpec was gone, but she had learned the last time not to take advantage of such a situation. There was something eerie about the situation though, the light in the hall wasn’t on and there was a hard smell coming in through the open door. She sat up, the cool air generating steam as she exhaled. There was only the bandage Jpec had jury-rigged to close her wound that provided her with warmth. The pillows perhaps? No, they were too thin and hard, and opening them would prove impossible. She shivered and clasped her arms around herself, trying her best to keep warm. She sat still for a while, considering all the things that had happened to her since that day a week ago. What was that sound? She thought she heard a few footsteps in the hallway, and stood to her feet. Peeking around the door, she saw two figures moving toward her. One reminded her of the mayor of the town, Homestarrunnernet, only he was so badly beat up she could hardly recognize him. There was another figure walking around with him, only this man wore a mask, concealing his identity. They caught a glimpse of her sticking her head about the door and she quickly slammed it shut, propping her body up against it to keep them out.
“Ms. Adalev?” Came the voice from behind the door. It was clearly Homestarrunnernet calling her name.
“I’m here,” she said, “what do you want?”
“I want to know what happened here,” he said, “how so many of my colleagues were slaughtered like this.” Colleagues? Was Homestarrunnernet referring to the wolves?
“Your colleagues?” she asked inquisitively, her stomach complaining aloud about the lack of nutrition.
”Yes,” he responded, “all my friends’ bodies are lying scattered through the halls, and I want to know who did it.”
“What?!” Sarah said, quickly jumping up from the door.
“You didn’t know?” he asked. She opened the door enough to peek her head around.
“No,” she responded, a shocked look inadvertently showing through her face. Suddenly, her mind shifted into high gear: “Where is Jpec?”
“I was hoping you could tell us,” he said, “we haven’t been able to find him.” Just then there was a deep growl. The two men at the door turned, facing down toward the end of the hallway. A heavy panting and loud footsteps approached them, and they both jumped into the cell with Sarah, slamming the door behind them.
“What was it?” asked Sarah, getting up and covering herself up.
“I’d heard a rumor,” said the masked man, “about an experiment going on here.”
“What kind of experiment?” asked Homestarrunnernet.
“It was only a rumor,” started the masked man, “but I heard that they were trying to make a stronger wolf.”
“Why would we need to get stronger?” asked Homestarrunnernet, “We’re already at the top of the food chain.”
“Probably to fight the angels,” said the masked man, “and to make our bodies not so reactant to silver.” After he said that the door jumped in at them, but Homestarrunnernet and the masked man just stood their ground against the door, holding it back.
“Ms. Adalev, we could use your help,” said Homestarrunnernet as the door jumped inward yet again.
“Right,” she said, planting her back against the door. It jumped inward again and her side suddenly began to sting. She threw her hand down toward it and held it tightly as she helped to brace the door.
Again and again the mangled excuse of a wolf rammed into the door, he couldn’t think of anything else to do. The door kept jumping back at him and he was getting tired, when something else caught his attention.
“Hey you!” shouted Jpec. The wolf turned only to be beamed off the top of the head by a block of wood. It stumbled back and Jpec saw the door in front of him open a little, Homestarrunnernet stepping out.
“Need any help?” asked the former mayor. Something was different about him; this Jpec could see easily.
“Sure,” said Jpec as the creature jumped up and growled at him, bearing its extended teeth. The block of wood had failed! Jpec jumped back and got in a defensive stance, wielding the same broomstick Sarah had used before. Just then he looked beyond the inflated wolf to see Homestarrunnernet undergoing some kind of transformation. His eyes turned to the color of a roaring brushfire and his nose and mouth jutted forward to a sharp point. His muscles rippled and bulged as his hair grew more and more dense. He glared at the enlarged wolf, himself seeming like he’d be a good match for the beast. Jpec stood up and looked Homestarrunnernet in the eyes. A message of “let’s do it!” flashed between them and they both lunged in an attack toward the beast.
Back in the lab, Jones had been working for the past couple days. The formula for his static serum was advancing at a rapid pace, and he could feel he was only inches from finding out how to prevent the change. He only had one more experiment to run as he made his way to the bedroom grasping at his head. He leaned on the bed and looked in the mirror.
“What do you want?!” he asked desperately to the figure leaning on the bed opposite him.
“I want your serum!” responded the man. Suddenly the image changed and he could see himself undergoing the transformation and grabbed his head.
“Get out!!!” he screamed, falling to his knees as his muscles began to bulge. He pinched his mouth shut as it began projecting itself from his face. He glanced in the mirror and saw the wolven figure laughing at him struggling. His hands groped about the floor, and eventually fell upon a flask he had left lying around. He threw it at the mirror and watched the figure on it shatter into a million pieces. The transformation stopped, and Jones climbed up onto the bed, falling asleep in under a minute.
Summary:
Sunbun is dead, he was human.
Homestarrunnernet and his escort showed up at the Montpellier complex to find it wiped out.
Jpec found the room where he had been interrogated and found it completely destroyed.
Sarah learned Homestarrunnernet’s secret.
Jpec and Homestarrunnernet attacked the steroidal wolf.
Mr. Jones had an encounter with his other half.
It’s nighttime now.
Seers should PM me.
Wolves should PM me.
Angel should PM me.
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I encountered a jerk on the roads today. He told me to “TWG!!!”
Homestarrunnernet’s jaws sank deep into the flesh of the beast’s neck as it thrashed about. There was a fierce determination about how he held on in spite of being beaten about severely. Jpec was also doing his part, hitting the beast with the pole as it attempted to free itself from Homestarrunnernet’s grip. Suddenly, Jpec saw the figure of a wolf go flying into the opposite wall. He jumped back, noting Homestarrunnernet now unconscious on the ground. The beast swiped at him with its claws from the left, but Jpec just swatted the overgrown paw away with the stick, standing there and glaring at the beast. It growled at him, and the earth beneath his feet shook. Jpec made a move to the left, but then darted right as the beast was faked out of his movement. He jumped over the paw that had kept him cornered and swatted the beast on the back of the head with the stick as he went. It turned toward him, now baring its teeth. He knew it wouldn’t fall for the faking trick again, and so charged straight at it. Its massive mouth opened and for an instant it looked as though Jpec were to be swallowed whole. Just short, however, of being thoroughly digested, Jpec lodged the pole in the beast’s mouth. It shook its head about fiercely as he ran over to Homestarrunnernet. There was a piece of flesh in his mouth as Jpec looked. Suddenly there was a snap, and Jpec turned to see the beast with his mouth shut, two halves of the broomstick flying through the air. He then heard a growl from behind him, and guessed it was Homestarrunnernet. The two wolves charged at each other with insane speed, and it happened so fast Jpec didn’t even see it. The beast’s mouth open, Homestarrunnernet dived right in, heading down its throat as quickly as he could. Jpec looked in shock as the beast turned to him. It growled, baring its teeth once more and slowly walking toward him. A pounce, and Jpec was under its full weight. He could see it moving to dig into his flesh, but then it stopped. Out of the blue its stomach was torn open and a blood-covered Homestarrunnernet stood in front of the hole, the beast’s heart in his mouth still beating. He clenched his teeth together and the heart was torn open and cut from the veins and arteries that carried the life to the rest of the body. There was a look of confusion on its face as it slowly collapsed on top of Jpec, dead. Jpec pulled himself from under the beast, as Homestarrunnernet slowly changed back into his human form.
“What was it?” Jpec asked, brushing some of the excess blood from his leg.
“According to…my companion, they were doing some genetic manipulation here on wolves.” Replied Homestarrunnernet.
“Your companion?” Jpec asked. He saw the door to Sarah’s cell sealed tightly shut. He ran over to it and pounded on the door.
“Sarah?!” he asked desperately. The door opened swiftly and Sarah jumped out into Jpec’s arms almost knocking him over.
“You alright?” he asked. She nodded, saying
“Yeah, I will be. It’s just a little chilly in here.” Jpec could feel her shivering in his arms.
“Well then let’s get out of here,” he said as he turned. He draped an arm over her shoulder to keep her warm, and started walking out only to have Homestarrunnernet stand in front of them.
“Come now, Mr. Mayor,” said Jpec, “we should be leaving.”
“When I called for assistance,” said Homestarrunnernet, “the people in this complex were supposed to kill you two.” Jpec looked grimly in his face as Sarah’s expression suddenly showed fear.
“You’re not really going to kill us, are you?” Jpec asked, his pulse beginning to pick up.
“Fortunately,” Homestarrunnernet continued, “they had enough sense to keep you alive. I’m not going to kill either one of you, Jpec.” Jpec’s heart slowed down to its normal pace.
“Now then,” said Jpec, “shall we be going?” Homestarrunnernet shrugged. He didn’t know what to do with them, and so just figured they might as well get back to the town (they couldn’t really do too much damage).
“Follow me,” replied Homestarrunnernet, beginning to walk down the hall, “and Ms. Adalev, if you want to get some clothing, just let me know.”
“Please!” she said almost desperately, “It’s freezing in here!” Homestarrunnernet and Jpec laughed as they all started walking down the halls. Along the way they stopped in the laundry room, where Sarah dug out and put on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. They then proceeded toward the elevator where Homestarrunnernet punched the key code in. With a ding the elevator opened and they made their way to the surface.
The moon shone brightly over the trees in the town of Highstream. The stars were dulled by comparison to its light through the clear sky. The tranquility of the scene seemed to help the nervous citizens sleep, all except for one. Kramerica walked about in his bedroom, pacing anxiously and occasionally stopping to peer out the window. He held his shotgun in his hands; something told him he was next. There was a noise downstairs and he paused, listening to the sounds of the house as he slowly turned toward the door to his room. He carefully made his way toward the door and opened it, letting the darkness of the hallway peer into his room. Suddenly, from the darkness the figure of a wolf tackled him, knocking the shotgun to his side.
“You’ll never take me!” he shouted, pulling a knife from his pocket. The wolf only glared at him again and attacked, knocking the lamp on the table over and causing it to go out on the floor. In darkness, his victim found death.
The next morning the citizens woke up and were counted. All but Kramerica were present. The search of his house only yielded the same gruesome scene that had become familiar to so many of the citizens. Ccomics88 stepped forward out of the crowd that had gathered at the base of the oak tree. The leaves had seemed to age prematurely, as they now browned at the edges.
“People,” began Ccomics, “Let’s retaliate now and show the wolves what we can do!”
And with that, they voted.
SUMMARY:
Jpec and Homestarrunnernet killed the steroidal wolf.
They left the complex.
The wolves killed Kramerica; he was human.
VOTE!
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TWG: Obvious exits are NORTH, SOUTH, and WEREWOLF.
The silence shadowed by the unfolding of paper was deafening as Ccomics88 read the votes. Not many people had voted, but the few who had seemed to have a unanimous vote for Susan.
“Susan,” he said in a solemn voice, “please step forward.” Susan, thinking he was going to receive yet another honor, stepped forward gladly. His recent induction into Ccomics88’s cabinet basically ensured his life. Unexpectedly, however, Ccomics88 drew a gun.
“What’s going on?” asked Susan, “Ccomics, you’re beginning to scare me.”
“Die wolf!” screamed Ccomics as he pulled the trigger, releasing a load of lead into Susan’s forehead. Susan’s expression changed. He looked shocked as he doubled over onto the ground, blood spilling from the hole in his head and forming a small puddle. The people gathered around him like sheep around a well, waiting to see if there would be any change. After some minutes there was no sign of anything different. Ccomics kept the gun pointed at the carcass, as verbatim had seemed to be dead for a long time before finally coming back to life. After a good 10 minutes, Ccomics slowly let the gun down.
“People,” he began, “It would..appear…” his voice trailed off. The citizens who had been staring at him now followed his eyes through the twisted look on his face. Susan now stood, the same confused look in his face as before, only now it was covered in blood.
“How?” Ccomics eventually managed out as the people began to back away.
“Why did you do it, Ccomics?” asked Susan, seemingly in a trance.
“It was the people, Susan, the people!” responded Ccomics, pointing the gun at Susan. A curious expression was all that replied to Ccomics’ statement. He unloaded the gun’s bullets into Susan, but they had no affect.
“You shouldn’t have done it, Ccomics,” said Susan, slowly making his way toward the mayor as the empty gun was tossed aside.
“Can you let me off at Mr. Jones’ house?” asked Jpec as the party drove along down the road. After a glance to Homestarrunnernet, the driver nodded. His pathetic excuse of a house could be more accurately described as a shack. There were wooden posts that ran into the ground supporting a tin roof with bare concrete walls surrounding it. Although it was spacious, Jpec didn’t see how the man could survive in such a run-down place, especially with all the things he was doing. After being let off at the door, Jpec and Sarah went inside. Surprisingly there was no one there. Jpec looked down at his watch.
“Town meeting,” he said. Like clockwork his mind flashed back to the events he had witnessed earlier. He grabbed a pistol from the desk and loaded it with the silver bullets the scientist had made.
“What’s going on, Jpec?” asked Sarah, confused at how hurried his actions were.
“Get back to the mansion,” said Jpec, “I’ll see you there.” He hugged her and then ran out the door, hoping he wasn’t too late, but fearing the worst.
Ccomics stood opposite Susan in the circle formed by the townspeople. His heart was pounding and his fists were clenched as he stared at the terror-inducing figure of Susan, standing there with at least a dozen holes over his body, not counting the one in his forehead that left a smear of blood running down his face over his now bloodshot eyes. The two circled about for what seemed like an eternity, each daring the other to make a move. Suddenly Susan stopped. What had he been thinking? He smirked, and then his muscles started to bulge. The hair on his arms and face started growing long and thick, as his ears pulled back and his mouth and nose pushed outward. A deep growl was heard and the figure that had been Susan now stood before them, his full wolf form revealed. Ccomics’ face turned to an expression of fear and he turned to run. Before he could even break the circle, Susan pounced onto him.
“Hold it right there, wolf!” shouted Jpec, standing dead across from him with the gun cocked and pointed straight at him. The wolf’s head turned slightly, and suddenly Jpec found the gun knocked from his hand; the wolf on top of him. He pushed upward and the beast rolled off him, as he seized the opportunity and jumped across the circle. Ccomics grabbed the pistol as the wolf leapt at Jpec once more.
“Shoot it!” Jpec called out, wrestling with the figure of the wolf. Ccomics clenched his teeth and took aim with the gun. He knew that if he missed that there was a good chance of him killing Jpec and not the wolf. He closed his eyes and shot.
SUMMARY:
Susan was a wolf (no longer participating in the game).
Jpec is now wrestling with Susan on the ground.
Ccomics88 shot at the jumble of flesh blindly.
It’s now nighttime.
Seers should PM me.
Angel should PM me.
Wolves should PM me.
ALL PERSONS STILL WISHING TO PARTICIPATE NEED TO POST BEFORE WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2004 AT 10:00 P.M. E.S.T. IN ORDER TO STAY ALIVE
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TWG: Ye arrive at Werewolf. He wears a sporty frock coat and a long jimberjam. He paces about nervously. Obvious exits are NOT WEREWOLF.
The bullet flew slowly from the open mouth of the gun, the silver shimmering as it flies through the air. The air around it seemed to trail off it as it cut through the air toward Jpec and Susan. Jpec’s hands were clenched firmly about Susan’s neck, holding him back as the bullet flew. Both their eyes trailed off to follow its path, knowing that it meant death for whomever it found first. Jpec closed his eyes and waited, the instant between when the gun was fired and when it was to hit its target seemed to take forever. All was silent as Jpec opened his eyes. He looked up to see Susan with a pained look on his face. The body fell limply on top of him as the scene ended.
It took some time for the people to decipher what had happened from what they’d seen. As Jpec crawled out from underneath the heavy carcass, the people just stood and watched. Ccomics lowered the gun, and Jpec stood up.
“People,” he said, “good job. Let’s get another night of sleep so that tomorrow we can do it again!” With that the people dispersed, ungrateful to Jpec for saving their lives yet again. Ccomics lingered, and after everyone had gone back to their daily lives he stepped over to Jpec.
“Good shot,” Jpec said, “But next time, don’t close your eyes please!”
“Sorry about that,” replied the mayor, “I got a little nervous.”
“Just remember, I can survive a silver bullet; a werewolf can’t.” Jpec replied.
“So that’s why my gun wouldn’t work,” said Ccomics, his voice trailing off.
“You want some silver ammo?” asked Jpec.
“It would be a handy thing to have,” said keenbucket jutting in.
“Keenbucket! Where’d you come from?” said the mayor, turning about.
“I couldn’t help but overhear. Where do we get these silver bullets, Mr. Jpec?”
“Go and see Mr. Jones,” Jpec responded, “He’s got a whole load of them, and I’m sure he’d be glad to help out until the threat is gone.”
Keenbucket nods, “Thank you Jpec, Mr. Mayor, good day.”
“Good day, Keenbucket,” replied the mayor.
“I must be off,” Jpec said, “gotta take care of things at the mansion.”
“Right,” Ccomics said, “I hadn’t seen you in a couple days. Is everything alright up there?”
“Yes, yes,” Jpec replied, almost nervously, “everything’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, Jpec,” responded the mayor, and Jpec went back to the commissioner’s house.
The scientist sat in his chair, shaking violently while struggling to maintain control for these last few precious moments. The static serum was so close to being done! He couldn’t let the wolf have it now.
“It will be mine!” a voice from within shouted.
“No!” Jones responded with a yell. His body only shook more fiercely than before as he tried to write down the formula. ‘This will end it!’ he thought in the back of his mind.
“Too late!” the voice said again, beginning to laugh menacingly. Jones rose, using every ounce of his will to put the piece of paper in a safe spot. Clambering over to the safe he kept, he forced his fingers into filling the combination in, opening the door. It was done! He had saved his work.
“I still know the formula, human,” responded the wolf from within. Jones made his way to the kitchen where he kept the matches.
“What are you doing?” the voice asked, beginning to panic.
“It’s all over now,” Jones said, struggling to make his way back into the laboratory.
“What?!” replied the voice. Jones just went on his way. He struck a match and lit a candle that he had been keeping on his desk.
“What are you doing, Jones?” asked the voice.
”I’m stopping it all, right here.” He replied aloud. Making his way over to the tanks of gas he kept in the corner, tears began welling up in his eyes. This was it. He turned the valves to completely open on the hydrogen tanks and made his way to the room’s center where he sat in the chair. But what was this; A knock on the door?
“Mr. Jones!” Keenbucket called, “we’d like to talk to you.” Jones’ eyes widened, and suddenly, the hydrogen gas met with the candle on his desk.
Jpec had gotten to the door of the mansion when the sound hit him, nearly knocking him to the deck. An explosion?
“What in God’s name?!” he muttered, beginning to run towards where he had heard it.
“What was that?” asked Ccomics, joining him in his run.
“I have no clue, but I hope to find out.” They both arrived at the scientist’s house before everyone else, or rather, what was left of his house. Flaming bits of debris were slowly landing and the air was incredibly thick with fumes and smoke. Jpec covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and began making his way through the ash towards where the front door had been.
“Jones!” he called out, seeing the concrete walls crumbling to the ground. Looking about he saw the bodies of some five persons lying about.
“Mayor!” he called, “Come help me!” He moved over to one of the bodies as the mayor approached. Through the smoke he could see some townspeople standing about, trying to piece together what had happened. The mayor arrived.
“My God,” he said, “what on earth happened?”
“Probably a lab experiment,” Jpec replied, “but who are these people?” Ccomics paused a minute, looking at the bodies on the ground.
“It’s keenbucket,” said Ccomics after a delay, “he must’ve taken some people down to get the silver bullets.”
“Who are the other people?” asked Jpec.
“Let’s see,” said Ccomics, taking a minute to look at the bodies. “H*RBABE, cow_with_gun, and helloimneil.” Jpec looked up.
“You sure you didn’t miss one?” he asked.
“Positive.” Just then they heard a growl. Jpec spun quickly to see a wolf standing in front of them. Ccomics drew the gun, but Jpec only raised his hand to signal him off. The wolf was injured, and was barely standing. Jpec noticed a piece of the sterling silver chandelier sticking out of its side.
“He’s no more threat,” Jpec clarified, as the wolf tried to move toward them. Ccomics held the gun up once more and it stopped. Suddenly, its muscles started rippling and the hair began retracting into its skin.
“Please,” was the first word out of his mouth as soon as it was human enough to speak. Jpec nodded and told Ccomics to shoot, which he did. The body lay lifeless on the ground as it finished changing.
“Cgnu fan,” Ccomics said, “I never expected it of him.” By that time Jpec had already begun searching the inside of the house. Everything that could burn had already been smoldered to ash as he looked about. Nothing was left untouched. Eventually he made his way into what had been the laboratory; the obvious center of the blast. There lay the charred remains of Mr. Jones. Jpec stooped over and looked at his body for a moment. The flesh was charred black, only his location giving him away as the former scientist. The contorted way in which he lay alerted Jpec that he had been dead center in the blast. He began looking about the remains of the room, the concrete walls having been blown outward by the blast. Jpec rose, he knew that the man had been working on something important. Just based on the remains of the lab, he had been on the breakthrough of something big. After a moment of silence, Jpec left the scene. The townspeople later buried the bodies in the cemeteries and settled in for another restless night.
With a thin cloud cover, the moon seemed blurred as though through a veil. A cool mist descended as the air thickened. An eerie under-glow was cast by the moon’s reflection off the wet ground as the town went to sleep. The town was eerily quiet, the mist in the air left to ferment as the citizens drifted into sleep. The door to one house, however, was pushed open as one of the two remaining wolves in the town slipped inside. Hooooomsar sat up in bed, his pulse racing. There was not a sound in the house, nor in the town save for the trickle of the distant stream. He lay back down, trying to shrug off the sudden feeling of fear he had gotten by pinching his eyes shut. The deep growl he heard then caused his heart to jump another beat and he sat straight up in bed, hitting the light as he did. The room was empty, but what had he heard? He turned slowly, almost afraid to do so. The growling grew deeper as he eventually faced a set of razor-sharp bared teeth. Before he could even call out for help he was under the clutches of the beast, being utterly destroyed by its razor-sharp claws. His eyes widened as his chest was torn open and blood spewed upon the walls. He tried calling out, but found no air to back his cry, and immediately lost all consciousness.
Jpec awoke with a start in the chair. Had it all been a dream? He reached for the light and turned it on dimly so as not to wake Sarah. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his watch. “2:18” it blared deafeningly silent. He rose and made his way to the study to recover his mind. However, the light was already on. He pulled his gun from his pocket, his pulse racing. He distinctly remembered shutting the study light off. He kicked the door in to see Homestarrunnernet sitting in the chair behind the desk.
“Why hello, Jpec,” he said, “did I wake you?”
SUMMARY:
Ccomics88 managed to shoot Susan and not Jpec.
Jones came up with the final formula for his static serum, but blew himself up before testing it.
Keenbucket, H*RBABE, cgnu fan, helloimneil, and cow_with_gun were all caught in the explosion and died.
Keenbucket, H*RBABE, helloimneil, and cow_with_gun were humans.
Cgnu fan was a wolf.
The wolves killed Hooooomsar.
It’s time to vote!
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TWG: You head south to an embankment. Or maybe a chasm. You can't decide which. Anyway, ye spies a SILVER TRINKET. Obvious exits are NORTH.
“Not at all,” Jpec said, lowering the gun, “I’m just curious as to what you’re doing in the house this late at night. Don’t you wolves have a meeting of some sort at night?”
“I’ve come to warn you,” responded Homestarrunnernet, getting up out of the chair, “leave tonight. I have no doubt that you are in danger if you stay in this town any longer.” Jpec chuckled a little bit at this remark.
“If what you say is true,” Jpec retorted, “then Sarah and I have been in danger since we set foot in Highstream.” Homestarrunnernet was silenced.
“It’s not that simple, Jpec,” said Homestarrunnernet after a prolonged silence, “we didn’t know what you were capable of before, and decided to let you in. Now we’ve paid dearly.”
“Homestarrunnernet,” Jpec said, “you, as well as anyone, should know that I can’t just leave these people here.”
“Just leave, Jpec,” said the former mayor, turning to the open balcony door, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Jpec merely shrugged.
“Alright then,” muttered the ex-mayor, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that he stepped out and jumped off the balcony. Jpec looked in the open doorway for a few moments, pondering the man’s words. After closing the door and locking it, he returned to the chair behind the desk. Sleep was out of the question; his mind was already too much alert for that. Looking about the desk he saw the book he had found on the patio as he had first arrived. Curiosity sparked him and he took a closer look at it. The cover was clear of words, and had no markings but for the recent scratches made by the claws of a wolf. He opened and began reading. Most of the things it held were no more than cheap accounts and flimsy stories about wolves, but when he got to the latter half of the book things began to get interesting. There was one account of a town in North Dakota where a man had actually taken it upon himself to start hunting the wolves. The town, according to the book, was successfully liberated. Now the man supposedly went from town to town, clearing out the wolves as he went. Jpec yawned, looking down at the clock on the desk. It was nearly five o’clock; his eyes slowly drifted shut as he hunched over the desk and book. Slowly, the racing wheel of his mind shut down and he fell asleep over the desk.
The nine remaining citizens in the town gathered about the base of the large oak tree. The leaves had shed from it unnaturally early, leaving the gnarled and twisted interior. Dead branches lay scattered about the base as the clear blue sky sharply outlined the wicked interior. Ccomics88 stepped up on top of a tall root and counted the citizens. The people who had been killed in the explosion were taken out of the counting, and Hooooomsar was the one found to be missing. Sharp and Gotter were dispatched to confirm, and they found Hooooomsar’s bloody remains scattered about the house. Upon their return, voting commenced, and shortly thereafter Ccomics88 stepped up onto the podium.
“Is everyone sure of their votes?” he asked, his hand gripping the pistol Jpec had given him. The 8 people in the crowd nodded.
“Alright then.” He held up the gun and shot. Everyone jumped slightly at the sound of the crack as a silver bullet proceeded into the skull of metabad. The people backed away from him as he looked down at his body with a horrified expression. He fell to his knees, clasping his hands at the wound and tearing at it feverishly. Slowly his blood-covered hands stopped and he fell forward onto the ground, blood spilling from his body. The crowd gathered closer, watching his body for any sign of change. The slow rise-and-falling of his chest ceased and he was no more. After a good ten minutes with no change in his condition, Ccomics opened his mouth.
“People,” he said, his voice quivering, “Let’s go home and think about tomorrow’s vote.”
SUMMARY:
Homestarrunnernet warned Jpec and Sarah to leave the town, but Jpec declined.
You voted metabad and now he is dead.
It is nighttime.
Wolves PM me.
Seers PM me.
Angel PM me.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 12:51 am Post subject:
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TWG: Guess who’s back; back again.
Wolves are back. Tell a friend.
Walking. No, not walking. Jpec could feel the rush of wind around him; he couldn’t have been walking at that speed. The air was cool, but sweat still forced its way out of his forehead. His breath was hard, and an air of fear was about him as he ran. The light from ahead poured into his eyes as the ground tore away beneath him. The growling behind him never ceased as he sprinted, faster and faster. The light ahead seemed to drown out all the darkness around him as he ran, but just when he got close, his footing was lost. Glancing down, the ground had left him some 5 feet ago, and he was now falling down through thin air. The light quickly fell from his view as he tumbled down and down. He could hear the echoes from his screams getting closer and closer as the ground drew nearer and nearer. His hands went out to brace for impact and at that moment, he found himself pushed up off the desk. The sweat that had been beading across his forehead now dripped onto the desk beneath him. Just a dream? How could that have been just a dream? It didn’t make any sense, it was too real; just as real as he was now living. Looking up, the room seemed to disapprove of his sudden start, as the dark air cast malcontent on his actions. The clock read 1:14 P.M.; the day was still good for something. He stood, the chair retreating behind his sore knees. After stretching, he wandered into the kitchen to satisfy the grumblings of his stomach, paying no heed to the fact that Sarah could not be found.
“What happened?” Sarah asked, taking a seat behind the counter of the one remaining bar in town. All 8 of the citizens remaining were in the restaurant, with Ronkieboy behind the counter serving the drinks.
“We killed metabad,” responded Ccomics, “his body didn’t change, so we’re guessing that probably means he’s human.”
“We shot him with a silver bullet,” said Its_The_Sneak!!!, “the one from Jpec’s gun.”
“How is that man anyway?” tape-leg2 chimed in, “still living at the commissioner’s house?”
“Yeah,” responded Sarah, “we’re staying there until this whole situation is fixed.”
“Where’d you guys go a couple days ago?” asked squeakyguy91, “I went up there to talk to you and no one was there.” Sarah stayed quiet. The memory was still too near for her to talk openly about it.
“Well?” asked Its_The_Sneak!!!.
“We were in Montpellier,” Sarah responded, “getting information on wolves and such.”
“It’s been rumored,” said Jormungand, who had obviously taken in a little too much alcohol, “that there are lots of wolves in that town.”
“I’ve heard that one,” said tape-leg2, “did you see any more wolves out there?” Sarah stayed quiet, the images of Jpec being dragged back in lifeless; the pain in her side, all came flooding back. How could that have happened to them? How could she have almost lost Jpec? A tear welled up and found its way out of her eye. As it rolled down her cheek, the men stayed quiet.
“Is everything alright, miss?” asked Ronkieboy from behind the counter. She nodded weakly.
“I should be going soon,” she said, her voice quiet and her eyes red.
“Look, Sarah, if there’s anything we can do to help, just let us know.” Said Ccomics as she stood up.
“Thanks,” she responded, “but I’ll be fine.” With that she left the bar, and the men quickly went back to drinking and playing cards. It was late, and the sun had already set, leaving the dark of dusk hanging in the air. She walked briskly through the town center, the bare trees shaking with a breeze as she began walking more quickly. The whole scene was too eerie, with no one around. All of the townspeople still alive were in the bar, and Jpec, no doubt, was still in the office reading or something. She heard a rustle in the leaves behind her and began to run, fear causing her heart to pound faster. She could feel the air behind her giving way to something and began running faster and faster until she nearly collapsed at the door of the cottage. She quickly opened the door and closed it behind her, locking it firmly as she did.
“Jpec?” she called out, her voice resounding through the dark house.
“What is it?” he said, poking his head around the corner.
“Thank God,” she said, walking toward him, “I was so scared.” With that, the tears began to flow and she found herself in Jpec’s arms, suddenly feeling safe.
“It’s alright, Sarah,” Jpec said reassuringly, “as long as you’re in my arms, there’s nothing they can do to you.”
“I don’t understand you,” she said, “How do you always know the words to say?”
“I’ve known fear, Sarah, and I know what I wanted to hear when I was afraid.” This came as a shock to Sarah.
“When did you know fear?” she asked, “Why were you afraid?”
“When they took you away at the compound,” Jpec said, “I was afraid that you wouldn’t come back.”
“Oh Jpec,” Sarah said, now taking control of the embrace. She looked up to his face, and their lips met.
As the last specs of light faded away into a foggy night, the 8 people left in the town returned to their homes, all except for one, who made his way into the woods.
“Homestarrunnernet,” he said upon entering the old cabin, “we need to talk.”
“What about?” the wolf asked, “isn’t it decided who you’re going to kill?”
“Not that,” he said, “what happened with metabad.”
“Where is he anyway?”
“They killed him.”
“What?!” Homestarrunnernet exclaimed, “but he was acting so well!”
“I know, but here’s the thing, they think he was a human. His body didn’t change at all after he was shot.”
“Was he shot with a silver bullet?”
“I believe so,” said the wolf, “but I’m not sure.”
“If he were, his body would have died instantly before it changed into his wolf form.”
“So that explains it.”
“Anything else?” asked Homestarrunnernet, almost as though annoyed.
“No.” replied the wolf.
“Good then. Go make the kill.”
With that, the wolf left.
Not 10 minutes later, a loud cry was heard from Jormungand’s house as he was slaughtered. A couple of people ran to his assistance, but only found that they were too late to do anything, and returned home, grieved.
SUMMARY:
Jpec had another funky dream.
Sarah was talking with the guys in the bar but ran home after dusk.
Jpec and Sarah kissed.
Metabad was a wolf.
Jormungand’s dead.
VOTE!
Quote:
The Werewolf Game: Part Six is only the beginning…
What was happening? Where was he? Jpec couldn’t tell, only that the smell of raw hydrogen gas flooded his nostrils. The attitude was very chaotic. A man brushed in front of him; it was Mr. Jones. He held something in his hand as he frantically moved about the laboratory. Was this what he was seeing: the last moments in the life of a friend? No, something more important was going on. Finally, the man stooped over and opened a cabinet of some kind. The paper was thrown in and the door slammed shut. There was a sound when suddenly everything went pure white.
“Jones!” Jpec called out.
“Relax, Jpec,” his voice said, “This is just a dream, a lingering memory of mine.”
“What happened?”
“You saw it how I remember it. Now go.”
“Go?” Jpec asked curiously, not understanding what was going on.
“Yes, and go quickly.” With that the dream ended and Jpec found himself awake, Sarah in bed next to him.
“Sarah?” he asked, the night’s events slowly flooding back into his mind. She stirred.
“Sarah I have to go, I’ll be back in the morning.” She only continued on sleeping peacefully, seeming to glow with contentment as she slept. Jpec could only hope her dreams weren’t as frightful as his had been. He kissed her on the forehead, put his clothes on, and headed out to the ruins of the scientist’s house.
That morning, the townspeople gathered around the oak tree. All that had been a source of comfort from its branches and broad leaves now stood as a gnarled skeleton, silhouetted against the white, overcast sky. Anything joyful about the morning was sucked in by its foreboding figure. Even the birds avoided its outreaching shadows on the sky.
“Well, we might as well do this,” said Ccomics88, almost afraid about the possibility that the wolves could drive them out, or even kill them all off at the rate this was going.
“Indeed,” said Its_The_Sneak!!!, stepping up, “we have this chance to be rid of the one remaining wolf among us!” He turned to point toward tape-leg2 only to find that he wasn’t there.
“Where’s Jormugand?” asked Sharp.
“I don’t know,” said yadaman, “but I haven’t seen tape-leg2 either.”
“Let’s go then,” said Ccomics88, “to their houses. It’s rare that the wolves would attack twice in a night, but we should check anyway.” The people all agreed, and went to Jormungand’s house.
There was nothing left at the house. All that had been brick had been blown outward by the explosion, but the smell of rotting flesh was stagnant over the blown-out valley. Jpec had been searching for hours among the rubble At last he stumbled upon a large, black box, covered with ash. Was this where Jones had put the paper? It would make sense…
Suddenly he heard a growl and he looked up. Tape-leg2 stood on the other side of the safe.
“Thanks for finding this,” he said, as Jpec stood upright, “I’ll take it from here.” With that, Jpec was knocked back, a deep cut appearing across his chest as he landed in the ash. Tape-leg2 changed before him, and he found himself standing opposite a wolf. Before he could even reach for his gun he had been knocked down again, the mass of a wolf on top of him beginning to tear at his flesh. His hand came across a metal pole in the ground, however, and he swung, batting the wolf off of him. He rolled in its direction after the swing as it quickly recovered. Again he found himself fighting under its full weight, only this time he held it at bay with the metal pole.
Sarah woke, cold in the bed. Last night had been like a dream for her, and she reached over to Jpec. However, instead of finding his warm body lying on the bed next to her, she only found cold satin.
“Jpec?” she requested, sitting up. The sheet that had covered her lay now at her waste, and she clasped her hands about her chest. It was freezing in that room, which was definitely not right. Looking about the room, she got out of the bed and, noticing that the paper that had been holding out the cold air in place of the glass had come undone, walked over to the window. Her mind jumped back, and she could picture the wolf coming right through the window at her again. A sharp pain in her side and she looked down. The stitches were tied firmly, but the skin around the wound was still bruised. Her eyes closed, she forced herself to put the paper back to the glass, closing out the icy wind that blew. A bead of sweat formed as she meticulously fastened the paper to the glass, and when she applied her hand on the last piece of tape to secure it to the window, the telephone rang. Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a moment to compose herself. It was alright; there was nothing to worry about, but who would be calling…?
“Hello?” she asked, putting the phone to her ear.
In the cool morning, the six remaining citizens approached the front door of Jormungand’s house.
“Jormungand?” asked Ccomics88, knocking at the door. There was no response.
“You there, Gotter?” asked Ronkieboy. The answer was still silent. He nodded to Ccomics, and they broke the door down. The scent of blood was thick in the air as a nauseating cloud broke from the door. Even from the lawn, the body of Jormungand was apparent, the ribs cracked open and pointing outward like something had burst from them. The house was a mess, and Ccomics lowered his head in despair.
“It’s what we had expected, Ccomics,” said Its_The_Sneak!!!, “even you knew that he was dead.”
“Yes, but what little hope there was for him is now lost to me.” Said Ccomics, “let’s check tape-leg2’s house. Hopefully he just slept in.”
“You know as well as we do,” said Sharp, “He’s dead.”
“He’s not dead,” said squeakyguy91, “we can’t just assume the worst.”
“Squeakyguy’s right,” Ccomics said, butting in, “the only way we’ll know for sure is if we check.”
With that, the people started to move toward the house of tape-leg2.
Jpec’s hands were cut open and bleeding by the wolf’s attacks, and he had left his gun at the house in his haste to get here. Now he deeply regretted it. He pushed up in a massive heave of strength, and forced the wolf off of him. He quickly jumped up.
“I won’t let you have it!” the wolf seemed to growl as they circled, Jpec wielding the pole in a highly defensive way.
“Have what?” Jpec asked curiously.
“The formula!” the wolf barked.
“What are you talking about?” Jpec asked.
“Don’t play a fool with me, human,” tape-leg2 growled.
“And what if I do?” Jpec asked, bringing the metal rod out in front of him again.
“Enough!” the wolf barked. It darted toward him quickly, and leapt several feet in the air, but it met with the end of Jpec’s rod and found itself impaled through his shoulder. Tape-leg2 yelped in pain as he landed, but got up, only now more angry and determined. His low growl shook the earth as blood slowly dripped down the pole that now stuck clear through the wolf. Jpec was weaponless, and tape-leg2 didn’t appear inhibited at all by his injury. The canine repeated the attack, only this time found himself atop a defenseless Jpec. Right before he could sink his claws into Jpec’s flesh though, it was thrown off as Jpec grabbed the metal jutting from its shoulder and used it to push the beast to one side. A deafening yelp was heard as Jpec jumped away, his clothes soiled with the creature’s blood. It growled yet again, but Jpec had time, and this time he grabbed a wooden splinter. He held it in front of him like a knife and waited for the wolf to attack again.
“Hello Ms. Adalev,” came the voice through the earpiece, “surprised to hear me?”
“No,” she said after a moment, “the phone startled me is all.”
“Look, Sarah,” he said, “Jpec may be in trouble.”
“You’ve said that before if I recall correctly,” Sarah replied, “and yet here we are having this conversation.”
“I’m serious this time,” the other voice said, “something’s going down at tape-leg2’s house, and I’m almost positive that Jpec is gonna be lynched…” As the man’s voice continued, Sarah noticed something left on the bedpost; it was Jpec’s gun. “…right, Ms. Adalev? Ms. Adalev?” But she had dropped the phone, and was not answering the calls. The suitcase was torn open as Sarah dug to find a clean set of clothing. It took her a couple minutes, but eventually Sarah was fully dressed. She grabbed the gun and Jpec’s keys on the way out of the room, nearly tripping over the clothing that lay scattered about.
As the townspeople gathered around the front door of tape-leg2’s home, the overcast sky opened and a light drizzle began to saturate the area. Ccomics88 and Its_The_Sneak!!! approached the door as it creaked on its hinges, left open to the outside air.
”People,” said Ccomics88, “if it turns out that tape-leg2 is dead, who should we vote to lynch?”
“I say Its_The_Sneak!!!,” yadaman shouted, “he’s been guiding us all along, who’s to say he’s not the wolf?”
“Agreed,” said Sharp, “he does seem to know a lot about who the wolves are.”
“But surely,” Its_The_Sneak!!! said, “just because I’ve been having good guesses doesn’t mean that I deserve to die, does it?” He laughed nervously while the rest of the people just gave him a cold stare as the drops slowly fell.
“Its_The_Sneak!!!,” Ccomics said, “it looks like you’ve been elected to check this place out. Good luck.” Its_The_Sneak!!! breathed a sigh of relief, at least he wasn’t going to get lynched. The crowd of people watched as he walked inside.
The tires spun in the dirt as Jpec’s Corvette roared to life. Sarah had pushed the throttle and the car pulled around in a fast 180, and then flew down the driveway, disturbing what little peace was left. The car screamed as the moist dirt road ahead gave way to its power. For a minute, Sarah got caught up in the joy of driving the Vette, but remembered very shortly what was going on. Tape-leg2’s house couldn’t be more than 5 minutes away.
Jpec and the wolf circled about in the spent ash and rubble. Then, without warning the wolf lunged forward. Jpec stabbed with the stake while dodging to the left, embedding another piece of rubble in the wolf’s body. It hit the ground after the blow, coughing up blood as its body rolled. Slowly it got up, wheezing heavily as it did.
“You are a worthy opponent,” slipped the cliché line from its teeth.
“Thanks,” replied Jpec, “I would say the same, but for the fact that I only have bloody knuckles to show for your strength, meanwhile I have two objects imbedded in you.” The wolf growled, and Jpec knew he had just turned the tables in his favor. It lunged at him and he slid to the right just in time, catching the pole in its shoulder and swinging around it, jamming the stake in deeper. It fell to the side after ward, very severely injured. Jpec landed on his feet as the wolf struggled to stand up. A look of extreme suffering crossed its face, and for a minute, Jpec felt almost sorry for it. He then noticed the silver dust that now coated its fur and watched it helplessly die as the silver slid into his blood flow along the pole. His eyes lost all their vigor and visibly the life lifted from him. Tape-leg2 was dead.
It had been some ten minutes since Its_The_Sneak!!! had gone into the house.
“Where is he?” asked Ronkieboy impatiently. Almost before the words finished escaping from his mouth, though, the roof of the house tore open, and a wolf and an angel in a heap flew upward. Blood dripped down the angel’s arm as it threw the wolf down to the ground, where it landed on all fours in the midst of the people, growling fiercely at the angel.
“You’ll never get away with this, Homestarrunnernet,” the angel’s voice said. The wolf only growled and leapt into the air once more, catching the airborne angel’s arm in his jaw, only to be beaten back down to the ground as Jpec’s Corvette sped into the driveway. Inside, Sarah slammed on the brakes only to have the body of a wolf slam into the engine compartment, completely devastating the vehicle. The wolf looked in and saw Sarah recovering the jolt. He quickly changed back into human form and reached in, pulling Sarah out through the shattered windshield.
“Let me go,” Homestarrunnernet said, “or she dies.” He bore a knife from his pocket as he stared at the angel in the sky. Sarah looked around nervously as the weight of what was happening settled in. She saw Jpec’s gun lying in the passenger’s seat through the shattered windshield and knew that it would be her only chance of escape. She broke from Homestarrunnernet’s grasp and dove through the opening, her skin tearing on shards of remaining glass.
Homestarrunnernet turned to follow her, but only found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
“Shoot him!” the angel shouted, but Sarah hesitated; only to have the gun knocked from her hands and out the window. She turned to look at Homestarrunnernet, who reached in and pulled her through the opening once more as the angel swooped down to attack behind the wolf’s back. As Sarah was half-pulled from the car, Homestarrunnernet was torn away in the angel’s attack. The two were fighting fiercely as Sarah struggled to free herself, each one seeming to be one step ahead of the other as they exchanged blows. As Sarah watched, something caught her stare; it was the gun lying on the ground a few feet away from the fight. If she could get the gun… Her focus immediately shifted back to the fight as Homestarrunnernet changed back into a wolf, as the fight seemed to be faring badly for him. Sarah pulled herself out of the frame, the lower half of her shirt and the skin of her stomach tearing on the remaining pieces of glass. The instant she was free she leapt for the gun and grabbed it, taking aim at the two fighting.
”Shoot it!” the angel shouted again, “what are you waiting for?!” she winced as the fight raged on, knowing that she very well may have hit the angel instead of the wolf. She closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.
The shot rang clear through the valley as Jpec examined the safe. He looked up as it graced his ears. What on earth was that? He then remembered the daily lynching as his eyes looked about the area. The safe stood before him like a great puzzle that begged to be solved. He dialed the number of the commissioner’s house, hoping that Sarah would pick up. The phone rang a couple times and then the commissioner’s answering machine picked up.
“Hello, you’ve reached the Judsons. We’re not able to come to the phone-“ Jpec hung up. Even if Sarah had been in the shower she would have made a way to answer the phone, she was just like that. Something was amiss; he needed his equipment and Sarah couldn’t be reached. He began to walk swiftly back to the house, the thought of what was in the safe spurring him on.
Jpec noticed something was wrong as he trudged through the mud. He hadn’t noticed the drizzle before, but now he could feel every spec of water that hit him. The mud he walked in now bore a strange tint, and it was going the same direction as him. He didn’t know when it had started, but the line began to distinguish itself as he walked, and he soon recognized it as one thing; blood. He began to walk a little faster, and when he saw it veer in at the driveway to the commissioner’s house he took off, running full steam toward the house. As he rounded the corner he saw the figure of Its_The_Sneak!!! lying strewn across the stairs.
“Its_The_Sneak!!!!” Jpec yelled, running to him, “ITS, are you alright?!” He landed on the steps right beside the man, who had a bullet hole in his back.
“Did they lynch you?!” he asked, turning the man over and squeezing water into his mouth. His lips moved and he coughed up the water, which brought him back to consciousness.
“Jpec…” he said wearily, his eyes glazed over, “…I’m sorry…”
“Talk to me, ITS,” Jpec said as the man began to lose consciousness again, “what happened.”
“It was a trap…” the man said, “I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t…”
“Stop what? What happened ITS?”
“…tape-leg2’s house,” he said, swallowing, “we all went there, I went in and had to fight Homestarrunnernet. I could smell the trap from the door…” he said, his voice trailing off again.
“But this is a gunshot wound,” Jpec said, “who shot you?”
“It was Sarah,” he said, “she picked up your gun and aimed at me and Homestarrunnernet fighting. She’s not that good of a shot I’d imagine.” After the phrase he coughed and blood spurted from his mouth, saturating his already stained shirt.
“Sarah,” Jpec said, “is she alright?”
“I don’t-“ the man coughed again, “…I don’t know. Homestarrunnernet left me on the ground to die, and then killed all the remaining people. I heard Sarah scream, but I don’t know if she’s safe. My first thought was to come and get you as soon as he had left. If there were anything left for me to do, I would have done it. Good…bye…” The man that had been Its_The_Sneak!!!’s consciousness faded and he lay on the stair, and his body began to glow. He transformed into the figure of an angel and stood up.
“The human vessel of my being is dead now,” he said, beginning to float upward, “Jpec, don’t let her go!” and with that the angel faded into the sky. Jpec stood, looking up in amazement for a minute. Wait, don’t let her go; could she still be alive? Jpec got up and sprinted toward what had been tape-leg2’s house in the now abandoned house. He saw the tire tracks of his Vette as he ran up the driveway and stopped dead when he saw the scene in the back yard. Scattered bits of peoples’ bodies lay everywhere; bloody scraps of clothing, watches, glasses, and even the occasional flap of skin. Jpec kneeled in the bloody mud; this was exactly like what had happened to the dog in the woods. If he had had anything to eat, it would have been on the ground by now, as tears welled up in his eyes. He had failed these people. Mayor Greer had asked for his help, and he had failed. But wait, Sarah; what had happened to Sarah? He looked around, and none of the torn clothing even resembled anything she wore. He looked up and saw a piece of paper falling through the air. He pecked it out of the sky, and read. His fists clenched in anger and he began running, with all his might out of that God-forsaken town behind him, never to return there again.
SUMMARY:
tape-leg2 is dead, he was a wolf.
All of the wolves have been killed.
HUMANS WIN
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 5:51 am Post subject:
yeah, I think he posted it just for reference. _________________ Come into my den let me hear you cluck
You can be my hen and we can f(Bu-GAWK)
A bite to the leg, it's time to play
Baby, let me be your egg that needs to get laid.
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"The Chicken of Lust"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 5:56 am Post subject:
good. don't. You're not intended to. Locked. _________________ Come into my den let me hear you cluck
You can be my hen and we can f(Bu-GAWK)
A bite to the leg, it's time to play
Baby, let me be your egg that needs to get laid.
- CEO Nwabudike Morgan
"The Chicken of Lust"
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