Post by Tony, the one and only on Feb 14, 2011 21:38:11 GMT -5
France, circa 1540
Passage from the farmers diary
I hope this falls into the right hands, the fate of humanity depends on it! Within a week, this town has been overrun by them. The Man-Beasts. These demonic dogs sent from Satan himself. They slaughtered our women and children. They disguise as us in the day and hunt at night. VILE BEINGS. We have formed a group of hunters, seers and militiamen to kill off these vile beings. Our efforts were, unsuccesfull. I am all that remain. It wont be long before I am killed too. I hear them now, in the woods, mocking me. Howling. Calling my name. DIE SATAN'S BEASTS!
Present day, same location
-"Hey guys, wait up!"
-"Hurry up Jaques! We got to get back to town! Mother would not be pleased if we missed dinner."
The three boys ran through the forest, hurrying back to town. Mother was making her famous ragout. It was already dark, but the young boys knew the woods by heart. They could smell the ragout from outside. The smell filled the small village of Musiane. the population was only about a couple hundred people.
The boys finally made it home for dinner.
-"We are here Mother, sorry we are late, Jaques could't keep up.
*no response*
-"Aye mom, you there?"
The young boy entered the kitchen. The sight he saw was horrifying.
His mother, once a beautiful lady, now lies in pieces, scattered upon the floor. Her head was severed from her body. Her stomach ripped open, her intestines ripped out and scattered around the room. Her arms, legs and part of her face was missing, leaving nothing but bare bone.
The young man could not retain himself from vomiting. Here rushed his younger brothers out of the house and seeked help.
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Allright, here it is guys, your new installation of Werewolf with your new devoted host!
I don't really have any rules. If you are a werewolf don't let the others know. I Will not monitor anything outside this thread. If you feel like telling everyone you role anywhere else have-at-'er. But keep in mind that by doing so, you are putting yourself and the game at risk.
NOW THE ROLES
Werewolf: Looks like a human. Acts like a Human. Isn't a human. These are the guys the Militia want to kill. Once per night, these guys will attack. They know who each other are and will send me a PM on who they want dead. they also get to vote during the daytime on who to lynch.
Militiamen(or women): These are the villagers hell bent on ridding the town of these man-eating beasts. Once per day, in the thread, they will decide who to lynch.
Seer: Your gifted comrade. No-one knows who he/she is. Once per night, this person will send me the name of the person they want to investigate. Then i will reply with the role of said person. Simple enough?
Hunter: This guy is Badass. He has one gun, one bullet and 100% accuracy. No-one knows who he/she is. Once per GAME this player will pm me with the person he/she wants to kill. Be careful though, THIS IS A ONCE PER GAME THING! that means no going back.
The Holy Spirit: That would be no-one other than myself. One per night, i will role a die to see who gets protected. If it works, the werewolf attack fails. If not, oh well that will teach y'all to be sinners
LET THE SINGUPS BEGIN!
Passage from the farmers diary
I hope this falls into the right hands, the fate of humanity depends on it! Within a week, this town has been overrun by them. The Man-Beasts. These demonic dogs sent from Satan himself. They slaughtered our women and children. They disguise as us in the day and hunt at night. VILE BEINGS. We have formed a group of hunters, seers and militiamen to kill off these vile beings. Our efforts were, unsuccesfull. I am all that remain. It wont be long before I am killed too. I hear them now, in the woods, mocking me. Howling. Calling my name. DIE SATAN'S BEASTS!
Present day, same location
-"Hey guys, wait up!"
-"Hurry up Jaques! We got to get back to town! Mother would not be pleased if we missed dinner."
The three boys ran through the forest, hurrying back to town. Mother was making her famous ragout. It was already dark, but the young boys knew the woods by heart. They could smell the ragout from outside. The smell filled the small village of Musiane. the population was only about a couple hundred people.
The boys finally made it home for dinner.
-"We are here Mother, sorry we are late, Jaques could't keep up.
*no response*
-"Aye mom, you there?"
The young boy entered the kitchen. The sight he saw was horrifying.
His mother, once a beautiful lady, now lies in pieces, scattered upon the floor. Her head was severed from her body. Her stomach ripped open, her intestines ripped out and scattered around the room. Her arms, legs and part of her face was missing, leaving nothing but bare bone.
The young man could not retain himself from vomiting. Here rushed his younger brothers out of the house and seeked help.
[/story]
Allright, here it is guys, your new installation of Werewolf with your new devoted host!
I don't really have any rules. If you are a werewolf don't let the others know. I Will not monitor anything outside this thread. If you feel like telling everyone you role anywhere else have-at-'er. But keep in mind that by doing so, you are putting yourself and the game at risk.
NOW THE ROLES
Werewolf: Looks like a human. Acts like a Human. Isn't a human. These are the guys the Militia want to kill. Once per night, these guys will attack. They know who each other are and will send me a PM on who they want dead. they also get to vote during the daytime on who to lynch.
Militiamen(or women): These are the villagers hell bent on ridding the town of these man-eating beasts. Once per day, in the thread, they will decide who to lynch.
Seer: Your gifted comrade. No-one knows who he/she is. Once per night, this person will send me the name of the person they want to investigate. Then i will reply with the role of said person. Simple enough?
Hunter: This guy is Badass. He has one gun, one bullet and 100% accuracy. No-one knows who he/she is. Once per GAME this player will pm me with the person he/she wants to kill. Be careful though, THIS IS A ONCE PER GAME THING! that means no going back.
The Holy Spirit: That would be no-one other than myself. One per night, i will role a die to see who gets protected. If it works, the werewolf attack fails. If not, oh well that will teach y'all to be sinners
LET THE SINGUPS BEGIN!