Yeah, big one finger salute to you Rubric. If you are not a wolf you've fucked the village over because you are being a stubborn arse and don't want to or can't back up or justify your comments. If you are a wolf, BURN.
Sorry for my lack of posting before the thread died, as previously mentioned I was having certain issues with my private life, all of which are now resolved!
Soooo where were we...
Oh yeah Rubric was looking like one dodgy mofo and I had voted for someone else, maybe time to change that one.
<MOD> Gents, Will seems to have fallen asleep briefly. I'll get on his case to send me the game doc to take over and give him a bit of a rest is he wants. </MOD>
this game is paused while I send wake up pings to everyone playing. If enough reply soonish, I will restart the game. Everyone *not* replying within 24hrs will be modkilled.
edit: wakeup pings have been sent as per 13:00 PM Dutch time.
Rubric, Jimmy or Calaen have not made the deadline (plus extra time) and are now MODKILLED: Rubric has not been online since the 7th, Jimmy since yesterday morning and Cal is online, so I am assuming he's not up to playing.
Due to approx 40% of the village vanishing in the dark watches of the night, please let me know if you wish to continue playing.
Since Rubric, who you had earmarked to be questioned regarding his potential excessive hairiness, where by questioned you meant burnt alive, and hairiness you considered to be a symptom of his possible lycantropic nature, has been abducted by aliens along with neighbours Calaen and Jimmy, you burn nothing and you retire to the unsafety of your homes feeling both unfulfilled and antsy.
Night falls, most of you can not resist the slow sweet creep of slumber. Some of you can though.
It is now night. Those with night actions, make them known to me.
In the morning, there is chaos: Ch3tan and MYstIC G lie dead, both apparently members of the lycantropic orders.
Aph3x and Jupitus eye each other, and by unspoken mutual agreement slink away to their houses. After some time, the survivors meet once again in the town square. Again, few words are wasted. Jupitus has a jerrycan of fuel, Aph3x has some matches. There is some noise, but it doesn't last very long. Aph3x the lycan didn't feel much like joining Jupitus the villager in the great beergarden in the sky, so he had a last minute snack before he left town.
WEREWOLVES WIN!
Summary:
there were three wolves and a seer. As Aph3x the wolf survived down to a 1:1, werewolves auto-win. To mess with the game, I made Ch3tan an honorary wolf at the end of the last round, as he had guessed MYstIC G's role.
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