Post by Joey on Jul 18, 2010 16:20:26 GMT -5
Carter sat in the circle, nervously waiting for the vote to finish.
"I say we kill mashuga and Carter," said Norman.
"What!? No I'm not a werewolf, please, yo have to believe me!" begged Carter.
Mashuga sat there, not doing anything.
"Well it's decided," Tiffany said, "we have to kill them."
Mashuga sat there, unmoving. A blast sounded. He slumped over, dead. Leo, holding the smoking gun, turned to Carter.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Wait! Somethings happening to mashuga's body!" shouted Ricky.
He was right, his body was morphing. Claws grew out of his hands. He was a werewolf.
Carter used the distraction to make his move, he tackled Leo, knocking the gun from his hands. He turned, and try as they might, the campers couldn't catch him. He snarled, his body slowly changing into something nonhuman. He was changing into a werewolf. He had knocked over most of the campers when Alex and nakor grabbed his arms. The gun was lying too far from them, and they were losing their grip. Ricky stirred back up.
"Ricky! Grab the gun!" shouted Alex.
Ricky scrambled over and picked up the weapon, and aimed it at Carter.
"Do it now!" shouted nakor.
Ricky trembled for a moment, a wave of trouble crossing his face. He dropped the gun.
"What are you doing?!" asked Alex?
Carter broke free, and Alex and nakor fell to the ground. A knife shot out of carter's chest. Leo had thrown the blade, a perfect shot. The three looked at Ricky, they were the only ones still conscious. Leo stared.
"I couldn't do it," said Ricky.
"You didn't have a problem killing the others." said Alex.
"Me and Carter had memories, I couldn't do it."
"Or you are a werewolf," muttered nakor under his breath.
"Well we got two of them," said Leo, "only one more to go."
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Carter and mashuga died. They were both werewolves. Night roles, send in.(there will be a morning story tomorrow, then a day story on the following tuesday. I'll be gone on vacation. So you get a week to decide who to kill.)
"I say we kill mashuga and Carter," said Norman.
"What!? No I'm not a werewolf, please, yo have to believe me!" begged Carter.
Mashuga sat there, not doing anything.
"Well it's decided," Tiffany said, "we have to kill them."
Mashuga sat there, unmoving. A blast sounded. He slumped over, dead. Leo, holding the smoking gun, turned to Carter.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Wait! Somethings happening to mashuga's body!" shouted Ricky.
He was right, his body was morphing. Claws grew out of his hands. He was a werewolf.
Carter used the distraction to make his move, he tackled Leo, knocking the gun from his hands. He turned, and try as they might, the campers couldn't catch him. He snarled, his body slowly changing into something nonhuman. He was changing into a werewolf. He had knocked over most of the campers when Alex and nakor grabbed his arms. The gun was lying too far from them, and they were losing their grip. Ricky stirred back up.
"Ricky! Grab the gun!" shouted Alex.
Ricky scrambled over and picked up the weapon, and aimed it at Carter.
"Do it now!" shouted nakor.
Ricky trembled for a moment, a wave of trouble crossing his face. He dropped the gun.
"What are you doing?!" asked Alex?
Carter broke free, and Alex and nakor fell to the ground. A knife shot out of carter's chest. Leo had thrown the blade, a perfect shot. The three looked at Ricky, they were the only ones still conscious. Leo stared.
"I couldn't do it," said Ricky.
"You didn't have a problem killing the others." said Alex.
"Me and Carter had memories, I couldn't do it."
"Or you are a werewolf," muttered nakor under his breath.
"Well we got two of them," said Leo, "only one more to go."
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Carter and mashuga died. They were both werewolves. Night roles, send in.(there will be a morning story tomorrow, then a day story on the following tuesday. I'll be gone on vacation. So you get a week to decide who to kill.)