Only twice? :) But seriously, I at least play quite differently in NOTWs than in Mafias. Partially because in NOTWs, or CFC mafia games for that matter, I always seem to be scum, whereas here, I almost never am. I suppose this game will resolve the question of whether it's the style or the website ;)
I just tend to go all-out insane if I'm still aloive by day 2-3 due to paranoia, no matter the role, and racking everyone down with or without proper reasoning
If God is great, and if God is good, why can't he change the hearts of men?" -Tom Waits, "The Road to Peace"
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
if I die before I wake,
I pray for the Lord my soul to take.
Morning Day 1
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Barmaid Sonny was walking home after a hard day's work at the inn. It was cold, it was raining, and the wind seemed to be strong enough to fling her into the air. Tiny bulletlike drops of rain pelted all over her body.
*Crunch*
She let out a scream.
In the dark, imagination runs wild. Sometimes, a piece of log is mistaken for a crayolic Ninny. Sometimes, if you are also drunk, you can mistake a werewolf for a prostitue. I won't even begin to list the number of man who had his... actually, I will let your imagination take hold there. In any case, Sonny was no exception to this rule; a terrified squirrel raced out of the forest.
Sonny took a few moment to compose herself again and laughed. She really had to stop worrying so much. She began to walk home again.
"I wonder what made the little guy so scared though," Sonny muttered.
*crunch*.
Sonny shrieked. Or at least, she tried to. A split second after she heard the thing, the beast knocked all the air out of her lungs with a single swipe of its claws and proceeded to eat the look of terror right off of Sonny's face.
"What was that?" The Mayor Seon looked outside the window.
"Nothing I'm sure," the figure said. "Probably just some dog barking."
"We don't have dogs in this town..." the mayor muttered and took his eyes off the window. "Well, do you want some more tea?"
"No thank you. I've had enough already. So, by the way Mr. Mayor, where is it?"
"Where is wha..." the mayor's eyes widened in horror as the figure's face began to change form.
"It's YOU!" the mayor screamed and grabbed for his sword
Morning after the stormy night. Rain had slowed to a slight drizzle and the wind had calmed significantly. Still the accursed storm cloud continued to gather above the godforsaken island. It seemed as if the term was coined specifically for this particular island. Forsook by god.
Crows gathered above the forest. Below, the body of Sonny lay chewn to almost beyond any recognition. Around her lay footprints of some creature. Something half-man and half wolf...
"It's a werewolf track!" One of the villagers said. All the villagers looked at eachother and fled back towards the village, leaving the remains of Sonny to be feasted upon by crows. The ravaged remains of a 21 year old and the presence of werewolves would not be the last of the horrors that the village would face today, however. When the terrified villagers ran like sheeps towards the mayor's house to inform him of the disaster, they found the mayor's wife weeping in the courtyard, her 14 year old daughter huming and flapping her arms as if she was a bird, and the butler attempting in vain to console the wife. When asked what happened, the butler simply told them to visit the mayor's room.
Several of the villagers shrieked in horror as they opened a door to the mayor's room. The remains of Sonny was nothing compared to the hell hole that the mayor's room had become overnight. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments of the mayor covered almost every single surface. In the epicenter of the explosion, an ornate sword of black material lay halfway out of its scabbard. A particularly brave soul walked into the room, stepping on body parts and wading through the swamp of blood to retrieve the sword. As soon as he rushed out of the room, another villager slammed shut the door. They would be back to investigate later.
Panic erupted from the villagers. Travelers did so too when they heard the news. Nobody would come and save them while the storm cloud was still gathered outside. The merchant's sloop, only ship capable of reaching other islands, was beached during the last night's storm and had its bottom scraped clean off.
The survivors of the village gathered into the inn, unsure what to do. On the bar counter lay the ornate sword of the mayor as if it was expecting a new owner.
Day 1 begins. For a successful lynch during this phase, 2/3rds the people present must accuse the same player Votes for the Mayor's Sword is to be done in magenta This phase ends at August 25th 12:00 AM EST.
Since I'm an orphan I could be the batman of this group, rescuing you all from trouble. However, in order to be batman, I should really have that sword to fight off all the bad guys.
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Since I'm an orphan I could be the batman of this group, rescuing you all from trouble. However, in order to be batman, I should really have that sword to fight off all the bad guys.
VOTE: ACIN
Excuse me good sir, but I am unfamiliar with this "bat man," in fact, that sounds suspiciously like wolf man, meaning werewolf of course. I'm afraid I simply cannot advocate your receiving this clearly valuable weapon. I would instead say that the retired captain Autolycus should receive the sword, after all, he is the one who most likely has experience with weapons.
VOTE: Autolycus[/QUOTE]
To the rest of you, it is my pleasure to meet you all, I think we should all settle in and talk this matter over. My name is Alexander, but you may call me by my performers name, Nightbringer, if you wish.
Alexander reclines in a chair near the fire, balancing it on the back two legs while tuning, then beginning to play his ornate and clearly well used guitar.
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