*pulls out a tattered parchment, stained in blood and crinkled, worn from multiple folds*
My cousin had scrawled a note the day of his death. Somehow, it reached my hands. It filled me with ANGER that ones so naive and clueless allowed Dakkadorf to die under the call for blood. A poor man Wardson was, for he died in suspicion for the accusation of being a werewolf. He may not of written great prose, but his simple words contained here were true. A village dies under its own suspicion. A community divided does not exist for long. Bloodied we are, but stronger we will be if we triumph over our own prejudices and fears.
Oh and yes, here is a secret missive from the one who stands apart from us.
*pockets the previous message, pulls out a fresher one*
timetowaste85 wrote:D-USA called for Edward's head. I think Edward showed his true hand, and I sided with D. Join us. I'm taking a risk that you two aren't actually the wolves...but if you are, can you transform me so I'm on the winning team?
Quite the person who wishes the best for all of us.
d-usa wrote: WarOne is the only person that is fully known to be a wolf based on the first two days harvest. Nobody but him harvested Barley on the day of the missing Barley, and hops on the day of the missing Hops.
And here we stand with ten barrels. Explain how we have gotten this far? Your a fair man and a reasonable one..
Can you explain why each day we are missing whatever crop you declare you harvest?
d-usa wrote: WarOne is the only person that is fully known to be a wolf based on the first two days harvest. Nobody but him harvested Barley on the day of the missing Barley, and hops on the day of the missing Hops.
And here we stand with ten barrels. Explain how we have gotten this far? Your a fair man and a reasonable one..
Can you explain why each day we are missing whatever crop you declare you harvest?
Don't forget that hunters also lose their harvest when they hunt and guards as well. Suspicion well placed can be a problematic thing. Of course, your math relies principally on the work of another who has doubt cast has way as well.
As the currently most hated villager here, I will stay silent the rest of the time and pray you all listen to D. His words feel true. Voting for WarOne lynched, harvesting hops, Plat for Brewmaster.
d-usa wrote: WarOne is the only person that is fully known to be a wolf based on the first two days harvest. Nobody but him harvested Barley on the day of the missing Barley, and hops on the day of the missing Hops.
And here we stand with ten barrels. Explain how we have gotten this far? Your a fair man and a reasonable one..
Can you explain why each day we are missing whatever crop you declare you harvest?
Don't forget that hunters also lose their harvest when they hunt and guards as well. Suspicion well placed can be a problematic thing. Of course, your math relies principally on the work of another who has doubt cast has way as well.
My math is my own, as is the confidence that you are the monster.
d-usa wrote: WarOne is the only person that is fully known to be a wolf based on the first two days harvest. Nobody but him harvested Barley on the day of the missing Barley, and hops on the day of the missing Hops.
And here we stand with ten barrels. Explain how we have gotten this far? Your a fair man and a reasonable one..
Can you explain why each day we are missing whatever crop you declare you harvest?
Don't forget that hunters also lose their harvest when they hunt and guards as well. Suspicion well placed can be a problematic thing. Of course, your math relies principally on the work of another who has doubt cast has way as well.
Agree, in this uncertain time, one must always consider the source of their information, and determine who seeks to gain the most. Our dear friend Mr. Wastel has many schemes that he attempts to bring to fruition, and making all of the village doubt and suspect each other plays directly into his hands. We do not need his counsel. To the noose with him!
Hatred is an interesting thing. It is reserved for those who have wronged others to a degree they cannot be forgiven.
Men like Bob Bobbington only act out of fear, fear for what is unknown. You on the other hand thought you knew everything, had every contingency laid out, tossed accusations whenever he felt like it.
For you, I feel sorrow. There is no recourse though for you. Your a danger to others and time has ended for the suffering you have caused others.
I have ignored the council of people that seek to gain my vote to kill another. I have spend the time to count the harvest, count the barrels, and to determine the activities of the wolf. I give my accusation with all the conviction I could possibly have.
We KNOW that the wolf did not kill for the first two days, for the hunter was revealed after his two kills in accordance with the prophecy. So we know that the wolf took this time to turn another to his cause.
We know the one person that has always been a part of the harvest that came up short, and that person is WarOne. There is not a single other villager alive that has been a part of every missing harvest except for him. He can say what he wants, but he is the only one and nothing changes that. Three missing harvests every time he claims to work, if that does not convince you then I don't know what to tell you.
Now we know that there is a second that did not participate in the Hops harvest, and there are only two possible villagers. One of them wishes to kill the known wolf, and the other rushes to the defense of the wolf.
The wolf and the poor villager he turned tell us to lynch one of our own without providing any proof. Yet I give you proof and you ignore it.
Let's kill WarOne and watch his body betray his true form tonight.
I break silence to vouch that D ignored every email I tried to send him until the end, and he reached out first. He certainly ignored my finger pointing for a while.
And it's been the most difficult day for all of us, both human and animal. If us humans survive this night, we must dedicate a feast to our dead. Though, no wake will do justice to the innocents that were killed.
OOC: Wait, this is still open? I was on the phone with the girl Im crazy about at work, figured it would be done by now. Maybe he's waiting til one of us breaks the stalemate?
Gotta be honest, only read til 9:15. So I hope you were all happy with your votes!
End of Day Four
Night brings a strange peace after the tense day behind them. The Lammheimers settled down, wondering if they said and did the right things. Some have blood on their hands -- fresh and not so fresh.
Plataun4th has been lynched -- the vote was a tie but d-usa was elected Braumeister and breaks the tie.
Ho hum, it looks like I may have miscounted and thereby ruined everything! That's a good sign I should retire for a while.
Let me know if you want to continue as if Plataun4th had been killed or if you want to end the game as a tie (everyone wins but me) and know ALL THE SECRETS!
Many apologies to poor Plataun4th who really was a very good Braumeister and did good service for Lammheim with his allies.
OOC: Bring Plat back, and kill myself AND WarOne, as we both deserved it according to the polls. Maybe gives a chance back to the runnings. Anyone else agree?
It's just my thought, I realize we aren't supposed to post at night time, but since there was a problem, I figured you opened it up to us talking here. How does everyone else feel?
I am okay with that. I am not too big on killing you, too (compounding my mistake). But it's up to you guys. After my stunning bout of idiocy, I dare not make the decision unilaterally.
Platuan4th wrote: I was about to say, could've sworn both votes were split evenly and thus no Braumeister AND no lynching.
Yes, we could just pretend that Day Four was actually an incident of mass hallucination. The only thing anyone can be sure about Day Four is that Plataun4th is actually a Villager.
Platuan4th wrote: I was about to say, could've sworn both votes were split evenly and thus no Braumeister AND no lynching.
Yes, we could just pretend that Day Four was actually an incident of mass hallucination. The only thing anyone can be sure about Day Four is that Plataun4th is actually a Villager.
I'm for calling the votes a wash, proceeding to Night, and being outted as the very thing I said I was from the beginning.
Here's the counts I found for Braumeister:
For me:
WarOne
WhiteDragon
Me
For d-usa:
Timetowaste
Mega_bassist
The last I see for d-usa is actually a vote for me, I thought that he changed it, but I'm not actually seeing it.
Platuan4th wrote: I was about to say, could've sworn both votes were split evenly and thus no Braumeister AND no lynching.
Yes, we could just pretend that Day Four was actually an incident of mass hallucination. The only thing anyone can be sure about Day Four is that Plataun4th is actually a Villager.
I'm for calling the votes a wash and being outted as the very thing I said I was from the beginning.
This is or calling it a referee error tie is my preferred solution.
I don't like compounding my error by killing two players that weren't successfully lynched.
Platuan4th wrote: I was about to say, could've sworn both votes were split evenly and thus no Braumeister AND no lynching.
Yes, we could just pretend that Day Four was actually an incident of mass hallucination. The only thing anyone can be sure about Day Four is that Plataun4th is actually a Villager.
I'm for calling the votes a wash and being outted as the very thing I said I was from the beginning.
This is or calling it a referee error tie is my preferred solution.
I don't like compounding my error by killing two players that weren't successfully lynched.
*floats books, scatters silverware*
BOOOoooooOOOOoOOooOooO
Yeah, I think just outing Plat as a villager is the best option. Rule of least disturbance and all that.
My last count had d-usa voting for himself. But what do I know, I killed Plataun4th. I'LL KILL YOU ALL! *ahem* I mean, so did you unvote for yourself d-usa?
Manchu wrote: My last count had d-usa voting for himself. But what do I know, I killed Plataun4th. I'LL KILL YOU ALL! *ahem* I mean, so did you unvote for yourself d-usa?
My last was Edward for Braumeister, death to WarOne, and hops...I believe.
I almost voted for Ron Paul as Braumeister, thanks hanging chads...
Platuan4th wrote: My spreadsheet and double check says everyone but Mega_bassist chose Hops. M_B was the only one paying attention enough to choose Barley.
I just spent time recounting and came to the same conclusion.
Therefore -- it is now well and truly Night.
Night will be abbreviated for the sake of getting past the unpleasantness.
so Plataun4th's v-card was revealed
before that he was elected master of brewing for an unprecedented fourth day, like some kind of FDR of pilsner
Stop lynching! Ye haven't guessed right yet so I do not believe ye are likely to do so in the future. ALways vote to counter the votes of the beast(s).
Blessings for the Braumeister. I fear that his days are now numbered.
In an amazing blow to fun everywhere, I managed to ruin the game BUT NOT REALLY. For you see, knowledge is not actually power. That's a lie. Fate was already sinking its great yellow wolf fangs into your necks. To be fair, twelve barrels of tasty (so they tell me) Lammheimer Lager got made. Very professional that. But the infection was spreading all the while. Wolf Number One was none other than WarOne, as some of you grasped only too late. He gave the wolf-clap to whitedragon, who was the SECOND Mystic. That's right -- two Mystics, holy hell! And finally, in an insane twist, whitedragon spread the taint to that most esteemed fellow and leader of good men, Plataun4th. That means Plataun4th was not only unfairly killed by me, and not only resurrected to vindicate his careful leadership of Lammheim, but still managed to end up on the winning team. For this was indeed another
WEREWOLF VICTORY
Now WolfOne, er, WarOne has asked that we have a "happy ending" here. That's from a wolfish perspective, mind. But for those of you who survived, the wolves extend the paw of friendship. Which means that they won't eat you if you go ahead and agree to also become filthy lycanthropes. But if you do he'll also let you brew beer, which will I guess be Wolfbrau. And Lammheim will probably be renamed Wolfheim. Those things won't arouse any suspicion, I'm sure.
That said, the final stretch was a ridiculous treat. Everyone was playing very well after some quiet days. I would note that the humans killed more folks than the wolves. So I ask you, who is the real beast?? Yes, that's the moral of our story.
It's a good thing Plataun4th is taking over. Here's what was in store for you if I ran Game 3:
I sent a private message to WarOne requesting he turn me to a wolf if he indeed was one earlier this morning (well, yesterday morning, at this point). I accept being turned into a fur-beast. I'm already a hairy mo-fo and I have to shave every other day or look like a beast and I have gorilla legs.
Also, I told you fethers I was human. Suck it. War, how long did I have you laughing at your computer when I sided with you? Plat was my number one call as a wolf, and you were always my number two, although you gave me nothing concrete (siding with everything I said WAS suspicious though). McMcalla just became vocal enough to pull my suspicions off of you onto him. If he didn't fight the silver idea, I would have targeted you. Damn you, McMcalla!! You made me kill you. It's your fault the beasts won! *sobs*
Ok, where's Betsy? Time for a burger.
Also, not guilty of manslaughter cuz "totes".
Also, if Plat needs a break after game 3, I'd be happy to run game 4.
The villagers almost had a brew victory. I wonder what would have happened if we had lynched kronk on the first day. I might have lived longer and discovered WarOne but probably not. My suspicions were first Wyrmalla and then d-usa. After that, I was going to check timetowaste85.
I begin to believe that the most vocal are not the most likely to be werewolves.
Dawn breaks over a broken town. Where children once frolicked and danced to the tune of morbid children's songs and mothers chatted as they did their ceaseless chores, the menfolk took it upon themselves to reap a harvest. Under auspices of a Count who could care less beyond his own avarice for freshly minted potables, thirteen was the number of barrels he required to sate his thirst. Failure would bring greater toils for the villagers in the near and far future. The undertaking and challenge was accepted.
Several bodies swung from the old oak tree, a silent observer to the horrors that had occurred over the last several days. A few more were buried over the knotted hill, their plots fresh with upturned dirt. Men in cloaks skirted the hours between dawn and dusk, ferrying either messages or ill intent under the cloak of darkness. Wives and kids huddled in the dark, feebly protecting themselves from the horror that might seek them or the madness that might grip them.
In the end, the final dawn would not truly be the end of all. Unlike Dakkadorf that fell from within, Lammhein had an inner strength that proved to be insurmountable to fear. As the few remaining brewers emerged from their homes to see what toll the previous night had exacted, it was a count of exactly zero. Stunned, they looked at each other, their bleary eyes disbelieving the scene. They had assumed one of their neighbors would be dead today. Such was now the typical night in Lammhein.
Several of the villagers separated from the throng. Their bodies shifting, it came as no surprise that their forms became that of half men, half wolves. That was the rumor after all. What shocked them though was they did it so blatantly. They now had equal parity with the others they now stood before. 3 wolfmen, 3 humans. The werewolves extended their claws, reaching out to the humans. The humans flinched, but held their ground. What else were they to do? Escaping would mean being run down from behind. Fighting would prove futile. Gulping, they waited for what they thought would come, an end.
There was no bloodshed that day. Thirteen barrels did make their way through the winding roads to the castle of the Count, who did enjoy a brew of Lammheim's finest. With a writ of appreciation sent to the town, it was quickly forgotten. He turned his sights to other parts of his domain, eager to partake of a glorious bounty he cared little for how it was extracted.
And Lammheim was forgotten, a tale and caution that would not repeat in stories told in other villages. Instead, the fear of men turned to wolves and the Curse of the Count was what brewed from that day on....
I'd like to lie and say I knew WarOne was the wolf, but he was a member of my team and thus essential to victory, so I made things work out in my head through mental gymnastics that he wasn't. He was under suspicion for awhile(I even outright said it to whitedragon once), but I trusted my teamies and was thusly rewarded.
The other lie: All that bunk yesterday about not believing there was a second wolf. I was just trying to get us centered on a single person to give us an extra night(and save my own hide, my team insisted I not get lynched yesterday).
Speaking of my team: We had a good laugh about how no one noticed(or at least mentioned noticing) that three members of Dakka Detachment 2 all ended up in the same game of Werewolf. Though, to be fair, there's like 7 or 8 of us now, so it's hard to keep track of.
So, yeah, I was an unknowing member of Team Jacob all along and was STILL able to get 12 barrels completed.
Well, those of us that lived live in harmony. It all worked out. Count wins and I lived. I guess I can't say I'm not a wolf anymore. Which one of you transformed me? Did I get a kiss and dinner first?
Platuan4th wrote: I'd like to lie and say I knew WarOne was the wolf, but he was a member of my team and thus essential to victory, so I made things work out in my head through mental gymnastics that he wasn't. He was under suspicion for awhile(I even outright said it to whitedragon once), but I trusted my teamies and was thusly rewarded.
The other lie: All that bunk yesterday about not believing there was a second wolf. I was just trying to get us centered on a single person to give us an extra night(and save my own hide, my team insisted I not get lynched yesterday).
Speaking of my team: We had a good laugh about how no one noticed(or at least mentioned noticing) that three members of Dakka Detachment 2 all ended up in the same game of Werewolf. Though, to be fair, there's like 7 or 8 of us now, so it's hard to keep track of.
So, yeah, I was an unknowing member of Team Jacob all along and was STILL able to get 12 barrels completed.
My internet was down all week, but I come back to find that your all dead anyway. Huh, well that was a little to be expected and all. Good game guys (you murdering psychopaths). Werewolves don't like ox meat do they?
Do you want gory/smutty fiction of Dakkadorf/Lammheim? Because that Cajun Werewolf picture is how you get gory/smutty fiction.
So Kronk the Mystic bedded one of Dakkadorf's villagers' daughters, do you know just how he managed to reach into the secrets of the ether? Let me tell you he sheathed more than his glittering man-tackle into that young woman that night. The lynching may have seemed random, but let me tell you that the discovery of her ritually-sacrificed remains in kronk's cellar sparked very understandable outrage.
What about the blessing of lycanthropy in Lammheim? I can tell you that it's bestowed through much more than a bite.
Avatar 720 wrote: Do you want gory/smutty fiction of Dakkadorf/Lammheim? Because that Cajun Werewolf picture is how you get gory/smutty fiction.
So Kronk the Mystic bedded one of Dakkadorf's villagers' daughters, do you know just how he managed to reach into the secrets of the ether? Let me tell you he sheathed more than his glittering man-tackle into that young woman that night. The lynching may have seemed random, but let me tell you that the discovery of her ritually-sacrificed remains in kronk's cellar sparked very understandable outrage.
What about the blessing of lycanthropy in Lammheim? I can tell you that it's bestowed through much more than a bite.
