Post by UnfairBear on May 14, 2010 7:47:44 GMT -5
'Twas midnight at the SPOTM camp and not a sound could be heard save the gentle trilling of hundreds of crickets. The full moon shone boastfully above adorning its colorful aura like a swaggering teenage girl on prom night. This was the observation that Norwegian made as he sat propped up against a tree near his tent, chewing absentmindedly on a piece of straw.
A shout broke the tentative silence. Norwegian's eyes snapped to the dark horizon, trying to distinguish the fuzzy shapes of trees and tents in the distance. After a moment he could make out a figure stumbling towards him. The straw fell from his mouth as he stood, prepared for the worst.
Once the figure was a few feet away from him he could see that it was Zang, completely out of breath, face contorted with fear.
"What is is? What happened?" demanded Norwegian, grabbing Zang's shoulders in attempts to calm him or at least snap him back to reality.
"It.. it was HUGE!" stuttered Zang.
"What was??"
"The.. th-the THE SPIDER!"
Norwegian could do nothing but stare in disbelief.
"...The spider?" he repeated slowly. Zang nodded nervously. But before Norwegian could even facepalm, they heard another scream, this time a prepubescent screech easily recognisable as Click3tyClick's. They took a quick glance at eachother and took off towards the sound.
Before they could get there they heard a second scream, still from Click3ty but this time much louder and even more blood curdling. When they finally reached the origin of the noise they found themselves standing over two bodies. One was of Tyme4aNewDay; Old and fly-ridden, the corpse looked like it had been there for a few hours. The other was the freshly mauled body of Click3tyClick. He let out a tiny anguished moan; he was still alive. Zang and Norwegian rushed to his side.
"Hang in there Frisky!" encouraged Zang while Norwegian checked his wounds.
"He's too far gone," muttered Norwegian grimly. Click3ty coughed and tried to speak.
"It ...was.." he started. The other two listened intently, eager to discover any clue as to who had done this.
"It.... i-it was...." but before he could say the magic word he choked on his own blood and his eyes glazed over.
"SHIRT" whispered Zang. Norwegian closed Click3ty's eyelids.
They both returned to the camp, dejected and afraid, to tell the others the bad news.
There were werewolves on the loose.
Click3tyClick and Tyme4aNewDay were killed by wolves. Tyme was the Elder. A new Elder must now be voted for. Send me a PM with your vote before the next werewolf killing or the camp will go without an Elder forever! The elder can be a werewolf but wolves cannot vote for eachother.
So, who is a wolf?
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IfEweWantBlood -- [0]
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Benyamin -- [0]
pjpinc123 -- [0]
Ricky -- [0]
Nakor -- [0]
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awsomeness122 -- [0]
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A shout broke the tentative silence. Norwegian's eyes snapped to the dark horizon, trying to distinguish the fuzzy shapes of trees and tents in the distance. After a moment he could make out a figure stumbling towards him. The straw fell from his mouth as he stood, prepared for the worst.
Once the figure was a few feet away from him he could see that it was Zang, completely out of breath, face contorted with fear.
"What is is? What happened?" demanded Norwegian, grabbing Zang's shoulders in attempts to calm him or at least snap him back to reality.
"It.. it was HUGE!" stuttered Zang.
"What was??"
"The.. th-the THE SPIDER!"
Norwegian could do nothing but stare in disbelief.
"...The spider?" he repeated slowly. Zang nodded nervously. But before Norwegian could even facepalm, they heard another scream, this time a prepubescent screech easily recognisable as Click3tyClick's. They took a quick glance at eachother and took off towards the sound.
Before they could get there they heard a second scream, still from Click3ty but this time much louder and even more blood curdling. When they finally reached the origin of the noise they found themselves standing over two bodies. One was of Tyme4aNewDay; Old and fly-ridden, the corpse looked like it had been there for a few hours. The other was the freshly mauled body of Click3tyClick. He let out a tiny anguished moan; he was still alive. Zang and Norwegian rushed to his side.
"Hang in there Frisky!" encouraged Zang while Norwegian checked his wounds.
"He's too far gone," muttered Norwegian grimly. Click3ty coughed and tried to speak.
"It ...was.." he started. The other two listened intently, eager to discover any clue as to who had done this.
"It.... i-it was...." but before he could say the magic word he choked on his own blood and his eyes glazed over.
"SHIRT" whispered Zang. Norwegian closed Click3ty's eyelids.
They both returned to the camp, dejected and afraid, to tell the others the bad news.
There were werewolves on the loose.
Click3tyClick and Tyme4aNewDay were killed by wolves. Tyme was the Elder. A new Elder must now be voted for. Send me a PM with your vote before the next werewolf killing or the camp will go without an Elder forever! The elder can be a werewolf but wolves cannot vote for eachother.
So, who is a wolf?
foorganders -- [0]
Tiffany -- [0]
IfEweWantBlood -- [0]
speedyreedy -- [0]
Insane_Zang!!! -- [0]
AkeR -- [0]
cooltiger413 -- [0]
amethyst11ln -- [0]
Benyamin -- [0]
pjpinc123 -- [0]
Ricky -- [0]
Nakor -- [0]
helmet -- [0]
monker59 -- [0]
awsomeness122 -- [0]
Norwegian -- [0]
trey -- [0]
Engesa Green -- [0]
Gesh -- [0]
mrmrmr8 -- [0]