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 Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:
I feel quite lonely being a cider drinker in this thread

Kronk is also a cider drinker. Angry Orchard is the bee's knees.

However, we all want Mr.DWhitey to be the brewer and kill d-usa because he hyphens his name like a pretentious woman that won't take her good husband's name!

Also, *hic* how mush, mucho, much of these damn hops does a man gotta harvest?

That depends on the alpha acid levels of the hops, if they are aroma or bittering hops, and what kind of beer you are brewing.

But whitey wouldn't know about any of that, so his beer will be horrible!

I am a cider drinker.

Just like a werewolf! Answering questions with questions! I bet he's even made out of wood!

Let's burn him! If he burns he is a werewolf! If he doesn't then he is a witch that should be killed anyway!

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Let's burn him! If he burns he is a werewolf! If he doesn't then he is a witch that should be killed anyway!

He's only a witch if he weighs the same as a duck.

I can assure you that this is not the case.

What if it's a really heavy duck?

To make my votes clear:
Whitey for Bra-master
Harvesting barley
Lynch Kronk

Heavy ducks or not Kronk goes first!
We must do it for our own safety!
And for the safety of our booze.

Not long 'till nightfall, everyone.

Please ensure that all doors and windows are firmly secured, and that you have fresh underwear at the ready for any accidents that may occur during the course of the night.

The Count Protects [or at least he will when he get his sodding beer done...].

The count will kill all of is when the beer turns out horrible!

Got the hops stored away, gonna go and sharpen my stabbing stick *looks towards kronk's house*

The Count is a man so thoroughly inebriated that when he donates blood it comes with a head on it. I don't honestly think he'll mind.

End of Day One, Beginning of Night One

In the waning light of dusk, the villagers gather round a great oak tree at the edge of the fields. A thick rope is tied around one of its sturdy boughs. The other end is looped into a noose around the neck of the local drunk. The crowd sneers and yells for his death. Someone darts foward and kicks out the fat log the poor drunkard is standing on but not before he lets out one last hiccup. There is a merciful snap. The crowd is quiet, leaning in, waiting to see if the body tranforms into that of a terrible beast.

But nothing happens. The villagers have murdered one of their own.

Kronk has been lynched. He was the Mystic.

MrDwhitey has been elected Bräumeister.

Remember -- only the dead may post during Night.

It's time for the living to go home, lock their doors, and pray to see the dawn ... or slip out into the dark for dark purposes.

MrDwhitey: please PM as to whether you will appoint a Guard tonight -- who is the Guard and who are they appointed to protect?

Day Two will begin in 24 hours.

You fething feths! See! See! I was just a harmless old drunk trying to do good for my fellow man and harvest oats or wheat or something for the festival. I dunno. Someone just gave me a bushel and pointed!

BUT NOOOOOO! You had to go an hang me! Me? Lovable, affable Kronk!

And let's start at the top!

The very first post in the thread, before people are assigned their tasks: Purplefood throws me under the bus! Just like that! Without a howdy or a hello! I'm haunting your dreams! Here I am, up in your noggin, chasing you down a deserted highway with an 18-wheeler!



Notice how someone quickly darted forward to kick out the log? Almost as if he wanted me out of the way. A shifty fella, if you ask me. Someone with something to hide. Get it? Wolves have hides! Also, note that it takes anger to kill someone. Perhaps angry that for generations, my family has passed his pub time and again for MrDwhitey's Family stocks! You know what type of person can't control their anger? Gingers! You know what kind of beer d-usa makes? Ginger! You know who kicked the log from beneath me feet? No? Because you're a bunch of slack jawed yokels and you weren't paying attention!



Now then! Let's see who else had something to gain from my demise! Someone whose family is so poor they have to beg for torches and pitch forks! You know what else torches can be used for? That's right, sticks! You know who likes to play with sticks? fething dogs!



Hmm? Hmm? Pretty sharp for a drunkard, no? And another thing! He admits that the werewolves are from London!



Furthermore, he admits that werewolves found in London are American 100% of the time! You know who else is American and has been to London?



How else would he know that British people "Really do drink their beer warm"?
Fact 1: He's been to London.
Fact 2: He's an American
Fact 3:...He's a fething werewolf!

Given that I have all the information necessary to begin Day One and that the shade of poor kronk (so far but not for long the only dead player) has delivered his wrath unto the cold stars of the night sky, we shall end Night One early ...

Day Two

Could anyone have slept through that night?

Some lay awake tortured by their consciences, the thought of an innocent drunk swinging from the great oak tormenting them -- and that wind! Howling through streets like the wails of an angry ghost ... or the gleeful howl of a ravenous beast? Perhaps both? Yes, the wind howled, howled and screamed through the humble village of Dakkadorf. Screams in the night ... and screams at dawn when the bodies were discovered ...

Remember: only the Living may post during the day.

Hlaine Larkin mk 2 has been killed. He was the Hunter.

TheCustomLime has been killed. He was a Villager.

One barrel of beer was finished under the auspices of Bräumeister Dwhitey.

Three bushels of hops remain unused from Day One.

- You may declare which item to harvest.
- You may vote to lynch another player.
- You may vote to elect today's Bräumeister.

Day Two will end at 18:30:45 EST tomorrow.

- - - - -

I will harvest some barely since I did hops last time.


Not sure who I want to Lynch just yet...
I'll vote for Whitey as Bra-Master though. Keep up the good work!
We need to keep brewing, people!

Did not expect Lime to die...

I am glad that nothing bad has happened under my watchful auspice.

I shall also vote for Whitey due to his impeccable service.

Due to his meddling, I condemn d-usa to be hung by the neck until dead dead.

looks over at kronk's body swinging from the tree

He might not have been a wolf, but I am sure he prefers death to a lifetime of drinking the crap Whitey brews. Have you heard that WhiteyBräu is so toxic that it will give you hallucinations? That poor drunk fool thought he was a mystic because he heard so many voices from all the horrible stuff Whitey puts in his 'beer'. We are all doomed when the Count starts hallucinating from his swill. But don't listen to the Bavarians, it's not like we are the only people ever smart enough to throw Hitler in jail.

I vote for myself as the B-Man again, it's the only hope we have. Harvesting some barley as well, although it's a shame to have such fine a grain wasted on a horrible beer...

I also say we lynch purplefood until we can see his purple head!

Right then I vote for D-USA! (To be lynched)

We could have been friends D...
I was gonna vote for you tomorrow as well...

Okay, we need a reality check here: there are only 8 of us left, including at least one oversized mutt with bits of Larkin (unless the hunter can elect to kill himself overnight /shrug) in his teeth.

We have only one barrel of Dakka's Finest* ready, and we're still fighting over the position of braumaster. I admit that I first took d-usa to be the Hunter, given his insistence upon stalling the brewmaster election, but now, in the hour of our direst need for comradeship, he once more attempts to seize the power not only over the brew, but over our lives!

The Count cares not about quality, only that he has thirteen barrels - 13 barrels in exchange for protection. Is d-usa so uncaring that he would seek to jeopardise all our lives for a title that will hold no meaning when we are all dead and eaten?

I pose two possibilities: that d-usa join us in a show of solidarity, or that he cements his position as an enemy of the village, a potential werewolf, and is lynched for all our sakes.

Until such a time as d-usa proves his intent to lend his aid to the cause of the majority, I vote for his lynching.
I also give my continued support to the braumaster striving to give us a means to our protection, MrDWhitey, and elect to repeat my collection of barley.

I'll drink gakky beer, but the counts wrath will be on your heads!

Whitey can brew his piss and get my vote, but I'm still hoping to see a purple head!

I'll show it to you if you ask nicely.

I've seen it. He was asleep though.

In light of d-usa's willingness to support the village's course, I withdraw my vote to lynch him, and at this point shall abstain from voting. I do not believe in rash decisions to hang valuable members of our village.

I stand by my earlier vote for MrDWhitey for Braumaster.

I also elect to continue to harvest barley.

OP updated ...

I'm harvesting barley...no suspicious activity here.

I think it might be WarOne...
Not kidding either...
He's been suspiciously quiet...
So has EldarCaveman actually.

(Confession time, I missed the first day because I was passed out in a field drunk on moonshine, or I couldn't find the thread, not sure which)

I will harvest some hops.

And vote D-USA to hand until he is dead.

Three votes have been logged for d-usa's lynching; a fourth vote will see him hung high - as I am abstaining from such a vote, as I promised to him, assuming all seven of you vote then four will see a majority.

The night draws close, and despite his prior opposition, I fear at the start of it we shall have yet another innocent man swinging from the rafters.