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VOTE COUNT
Boris ze Spider - Malurous,
Malurous - Joebthegreat, EUROO7, Bagricula, Boris ze Spider, esemasas, Jopi, Eternaly_Lost,
Bagricula - Vainglory,
NOT VOTED
Boris ze Spider - Malurous,
Malurous - Joebthegreat, EUROO7, Bagricula, Boris ze Spider, esemasas, Jopi, Eternaly_Lost,
Bagricula - Vainglory,
NOT VOTED
Wait, whens the deadline for this? I thought it was early morning for me, not early afternoon...
Snow fell black as coal on a night that would be remembered for its silence.
The Benevolent Order of Santa Claus' members had torn through the St. George Hotel, searching for clues for the identities of the malevolent WereYaks. Traces were found here and there... leads overlooked, certainly. But it was the whisperings of GEORGE ORWELL into the naive ear of VAINGLORY'S SHY SISTER that ultimately led to the night's massacre.
Juho Kusti Paasikivi was frantically searching through a ream of discarded papers when he found a series of bizarre calculations, describing hints of things Man was not meant to know... spelled in blood. He cried out: "IT'S EINSTEIN! HE'S ONE OF THEM!!!! I HAVE PROOF!!!!"
But the Benevolent Order of Santa Claus had been utterly betrayed by it's own. They could not tell who had been naughty and who had been nice. They seized the Finn, and it was Hemingway whose Yule Log landed the fatal, though not final, blow.
But the Finn was, and had always been, human. His body did not revert to the horrific, abominable form of the dreaded WereYak. The Benevolent Order was stunned... or at least four of its members were. The others, well.... the Great Bearded Finn who had laughed so loud and so deep... began giggling, and then cackling, and then... there was a great rending sound as his body began to tear itself apart, to reveal the form of the GREAT AND TERRIBLE WEREYAK!!!
Vainglory's Shy Sister, who had destroyed Christmas, lay in a congealing pool of blood. Orwell, now reverted back to his human form looked down on her with abyssal eyes. He had manipulated her, lied to her, told her what she had foolishly wanted to hear. And now, it had come to this. The St. George's fine wallpaper was covered with the blood of good men. She could hear murders happening down the hall. "What next, liar," she spat through broken crimson teeth, "what is coming?"
WEREYAK VICTORY
WINNERS
Boris ze Great as Albert Einstein the Maniacal WereYak
Vainglory as George Orwell the Sublime WereYak
esemesas as Joulupukki the Monstrous WereYak
Eternaly_Lost as Ernest Hemingway the Inexorable WereYak
The Benevolent Order of Santa Claus' members had torn through the St. George Hotel, searching for clues for the identities of the malevolent WereYaks. Traces were found here and there... leads overlooked, certainly. But it was the whisperings of GEORGE ORWELL into the naive ear of VAINGLORY'S SHY SISTER that ultimately led to the night's massacre.
Juho Kusti Paasikivi was frantically searching through a ream of discarded papers when he found a series of bizarre calculations, describing hints of things Man was not meant to know... spelled in blood. He cried out: "IT'S EINSTEIN! HE'S ONE OF THEM!!!! I HAVE PROOF!!!!"
But the Benevolent Order of Santa Claus had been utterly betrayed by it's own. They could not tell who had been naughty and who had been nice. They seized the Finn, and it was Hemingway whose Yule Log landed the fatal, though not final, blow.
But the Finn was, and had always been, human. His body did not revert to the horrific, abominable form of the dreaded WereYak. The Benevolent Order was stunned... or at least four of its members were. The others, well.... the Great Bearded Finn who had laughed so loud and so deep... began giggling, and then cackling, and then... there was a great rending sound as his body began to tear itself apart, to reveal the form of the GREAT AND TERRIBLE WEREYAK!!!
Vainglory's Shy Sister, who had destroyed Christmas, lay in a congealing pool of blood. Orwell, now reverted back to his human form looked down on her with abyssal eyes. He had manipulated her, lied to her, told her what she had foolishly wanted to hear. And now, it had come to this. The St. George's fine wallpaper was covered with the blood of good men. She could hear murders happening down the hall. "What next, liar," she spat through broken crimson teeth, "what is coming?"
WEREYAK VICTORY
WINNERS
Boris ze Great as Albert Einstein the Maniacal WereYak
Vainglory as George Orwell the Sublime WereYak
esemesas as Joulupukki the Monstrous WereYak
Eternaly_Lost as Ernest Hemingway the Inexorable WereYak
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SO MUCH FAIL!
By the way, I had Vainglory picked out as a wolf the day after I died. Fools got played.
By the way, I had Vainglory picked out as a wolf the day after I died. Fools got played.
Well done wolfies.
Malurous, I would have been up for a chat with you had I been playing and had it not been 5am local time. :laugh:
Malurous, I would have been up for a chat with you had I been playing and had it not been 5am local time. :laugh:
Yeah, the ties basically allowed the wolves to make whatever move we wanted to without fear of it attracting too much attention.
Quote me one post where it was said that ties were good to have on day 1.
And no, the village allowed you to make your moves because they didn't think. Now, I don't know if ties have some strange ability to deprive people of their rational thought capabilities...
esemesas said:
It was stuff like this that won the wolves the game, actually.
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Key Moments in Joeb's Bold Journey from Saving to Losing the Game
This is particularly poignant given that Malurous PM'ed Joeb and basically outlined a convincing case that Boris and Vainglory were wolves. Apparently, Joeb did not agree the first time. But now, he's got it right, right?
Then, in speaking with fatal vote-tie-er Bagricula, Joeb lays out a course of action that the village as a whole could adopt, which would reasonably ferret out wolves through discussion.
And then, the boy got played:
From there, it was creating a pack between Malurous, Jopi, and Bagricula:
Now, do you remember that argument that Joeb made earlier about a reasonable discussion of facts leading to a consensus about the identity of one of the wolves? Yup, chuck that one out the window.
JoebtheGreat earned without even the hint of competition, THE MOST DANGEROUS VILLAGER AWARD like a champ.
This is particularly poignant given that Malurous PM'ed Joeb and basically outlined a convincing case that Boris and Vainglory were wolves. Apparently, Joeb did not agree the first time. But now, he's got it right, right?
Then, in speaking with fatal vote-tie-er Bagricula, Joeb lays out a course of action that the village as a whole could adopt, which would reasonably ferret out wolves through discussion.
And then, the boy got played:
From there, it was creating a pack between Malurous, Jopi, and Bagricula:
Now, do you remember that argument that Joeb made earlier about a reasonable discussion of facts leading to a consensus about the identity of one of the wolves? Yup, chuck that one out the window.
JoebtheGreat earned without even the hint of competition, THE MOST DANGEROUS VILLAGER AWARD like a champ.