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General / Re: What are you playing right now?
« on: February 17, 2018, 07:31:33 PM »
I would count that.

The best part about ALBW is the dungeon design.  The Dark Palace is probably one of the coolest dungeons I've seen.
ALBW's biggest flaw is the renting system- you make so much money that you just buy them all right at the start and it removes any real critical decision making.  I'm glad you think it's fun, cause it's one of my favorites

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Axewom-YES AN EASY ONE

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 17, 2018, 04:00:20 AM »
Night 1 has ended.
Chapter 2
"Mr. Gardiner, I trust you found your journey here pleasant?"
Addison Gardiner looked down at the man addressing him.  "I did, thank you.  May I set my coat somewhere?"
"Oh, certainly.  Follow me."
The short man with a combover led Mr. Gardiner across a great hall with marble flooring to a coatroom off to one corner.  "None of the other guests will be arriving for some time, so feel free to explore the manor as you wish."
"Thank you," Mr. Gardiner responded.  He let his gaze wander across the hall.  A wooden staircase with smooth banisters occupied the far end of the hall.  Beneath the stairs was a double set of doorways leading into, from what he could see, a library.  On the opposite side of the hall from the coatrack was a white door with a polished handle.  He gently pushed on the door and it swung inward.  An enormous oak dining table with 16 matching chairs, places set, occupied the entire room.  Beyond the table was a swinging door.  He assumed behind it would be the kitchen.
He backed out of the dining room and started up the stairs.  A hallway at the top of the stairs forced him to make a choice and he continued to the left past a row of plain doors.  At the end of the hall was another door.  He pulled the handle and peered inside.  A bedroom.  A vanity and a dresser occupied the wall opposite the door.  To one side lay a four-poster bed.  Very well, he would stay here.  Suddenly, he heard a scraping sound from the hallway.  Thinking quickly, he grabbed a candlestick from the vanity and headed back into the hallway.
"Ah!  Mikey, it's just you.  Goodness, but this place is a bit cheerless, innit?"
"Oh yes, I'm sorry.  I brought your luggage up, Mr. Gardiner.  I take it you'll be staying in this room then?"
"Well, I suppose so."
"Do be careful, I hear that one is haunted," he remarked, giving a roguish wink.
"Hm, yes, quite," Addison replied absentmindedly.  "Well, I've got studies to attend to.  So, if you don't mind..."  He left the dismissal hanging in the air.
Mikey nodded.  "Yes.  I've got things I must attend to myself.  This place will be quite lively soon!"  Humming, he started back through the hallway and down the stairs.
What an odd man, Addison thought to himself.  How did he know...  He couldn't possibly...
***
Zachary poured a cup of cold water on Daniel's face.
"Hey.  Get up.  This is important."
Daniel winced at the shock and groaned.  "What do you want?  I was sleeping, and it's gotta be like 3 AM."
"You know those invitations we stole from that home?"
"Don't remind me."
"Well, check it out."
Zachary led Daniel to the kitchen, where Michael and Gerik were waiting.
"Look at this," whispered Gerik, gesturing to the invitations.
Unamused, Daniel waltzed over to the table and read the invitations.  His eyes widened with shock.
"What the he-"
"Do you have any clue why they're like that?" Michael interrupted.
"I-I've never seen anything like this," Daniel stammered.  "You stole these invitations, and yet... They have your names on them?!"
***
Natalie was at the breaking point.  Her house was in a poor state, and her frantic search had only confirmed what the note had seemed to suggest.  Somehow, they had taken it, and she wasn't going to get it back unless she went to that stupid Dinner and a Show thing.
***
Skyler was feverishly flipping through pages of multiple books, trying to remember...  Why did that telegram seem so familiar?  Something about the writing style was out of place, as if it had been written by multiple people.  He felt like he had seen that before, somewhere.  The night went on as Skyler continued reading at an inhuman pace, digesting information faster than seemingly was possible.  He knew he wasn't going crazy, but he just didn't have the access to what he needed.  Maybe the Dinner would clear things up...
***
Tyler sighed.  Somehow he had let Sayori convince him into taking her with him to the Dinner.  It was a long enough trip without her constantly chattering.  He glanced sidelong at her.  Sure enough, on and on she went.  Did she know how to do anything but talk?  He silently chided himself for thinking like that.  Sayori was a nice gal, just a bit... enthusiastic.  There is worse company, he decided, as he listened to Sayori now ranting about the difference between brown-eyed susans and daisies.
***
As the shadows of night enveloped the town, a storm began to roll in, as if foreshadowing the unpredictable events awaiting those unfortunate few who had been invited to the Don Manor...
***
Rachel was the last one to arrive at the manor.  The rain was coming down heavily now, and her skirt was getting drenched.  She pounded on the knocker and the man with the combover invited her in.
"Thank you," she managed, shivering from the cold.  A large fireplace was warming up the hall, where over a dozen people were socializing, drinking, or admiring the paintings on the walls.  "This is quite the party," she commented.  She turned to look at the man with the combover.  He was nowhere in sight.  Strange, she thought to herself.  Well, I'm here now, so I might as well make the most of it.  She gracefully waltzed over to a group of people and introduced herself.
***
A crackling sound quickly ended any discussion.  A loud voice rang  out, grainy and clearly unprofessional.  "Greetings, everyone.  I apologize that I cannot be here in person, but as many of you know, I am quite the busy individual.  Fortunately, I should be able to make it to the Dinner and a Show tomorrow.  Now, you all know why you are here, but first I'd like to make a note of who all arrived.  You see, I had a few issues with the guest list, and it seems not everyone has made it yet...
"If you could calmly and orderly introduce yourself to my butler and to each other, we'll have all of this sorted out in no time!"

Silence.
The man with the combover stood next to the fireplace.  "Well, you heard the master.  Everyone please introduce yourself!  ...Ah, perhaps we should move into the dining room.  Champagne, anyone?"
As everyone got settled in the dining room, each sitting in one of the 16 chairs, they began to introduce themselves, beginning with a strange catlike creature standing upright.
"You may call Khajiit... Khajiit," he said smiling, showing off a row of sharp teeth.  "Khajiit is here on request of employer.  That is all."
"My name is Zachary Sharpe, and this is my little bro-"
"No!  Stop."  A young man identical to Zachary stood up.  "I'm Daniel Sharpe, and we're twins," he said, glaring at Zachary.  "I'm studying here to become an astronomer!"
Zachary sighed and the twins sat down.
A redheaded woman twirling her hair spoke up.  "My name is Rachel Scarlett von Karma.  Pleased to meet you all."  She said that in a tone that made it very clear she was not in fact pleased to meet them all.
"Is nobody gonna question the fact that there's a cat-man in this room?  Cause I think it's weird.  Anyway, my name is Monika Candelaria.  Nice to meet you!"  Monika curtsied.
"I am Olivier Martinez," a man with a thick Paris accent said.  "Please, if it suits you, simply call me Olimar.  You may know me from several French films."
Natalie gasped, then covered her mouth with her hands.  "Sorry!" she squeaked.  "I thought you looked familiar.  Sorry...  I'm Natalie Brady."  Embarrased, she sunk down low in her seat.
"I'm Michael Buble.  I'm a songwriter.  I haven't seen any real success yet, but I feel like I'm close.  Good to meet ya."
Two men simultaneously stood up.  "Allow me to introduce you to the one and only Baron Miguel Antonio Del Rey, Captain of the USS Cleaver and Scourge of the East Sea.  While he prefers you call him by his full title, you may call him Captain Del Rey or simply Captain."
"The great man who introduced me is my compatriot, First Lieutenant Kenji Higashi.  Please show him the respect he deserves."
"But I don't mind if you simply call me Kenji!"
A tall, attractive man spoke up.  "I am Travis de Gillett.  I'm one of the townspeople here, and I'm fairly well-known among them."
Someone laughed.  "Yeah, but not in a good way!"  Everyone turned to look at the man who had interrupted.  "Oh, sorry.  Well, I'm Tyler Henry.  I'm directly descended from the Cormaci royals who settled here a long time ago.  I make my living off the ocean shore."
"Wow, Tyler, I barely recognized you!" a young woman laughed.  "I'm Sayori Ishizuka.  Usually his hair is all sweaty from the sea salt and hard work, but he cleans up nice!  Look at that curly hair!"
"M...my name is Skyler Brasher.  I'm not really anyone special, but recently I've been studying paranormal activity as a hobby."
An older man perked up.  "My name is Addison Gardiner.  I'm here on the owner's request.  That's all you need to know about me.  Feel free to talk to me any time, especially you, young man."
"My name is Gerik Paull.  I do football, basketball, and baseball.  I've got scholarships waiting for me in any of those.  I just really like athletics and being athletic."  He shrugged and sat down.
"Well, everyone's introduced themselves.  Who are we missing?"
The butler pulled out a folded note.  Reading it, he nodded individually at each person sitting down.  "Ah, yes.  It appears we are missing one... Mike Scott."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.  Several people jumped up to their feet, startled.
"My apologies everyone!  That's just the door.  No need to panic."
Everyone followed the butler back into the hall, where the banging continued frantically.
The butler opened the door.  It would be more accurate to say the butler tried, then the howling maelstrom outside did the rest of the work.  A frail old man fell in through the doorway, shivering.  "I-i-i-i m-m-made it..." he stammered.
"Poor man, let's get you to your feet.  You must be Mike Scott?"
"Mike... S-s-s-scott..."  The man pulled out a crumpled note from his pocket.  "Y-yes, Mike Scott.  That's m-m-me," he said, before his eyes closed and he slumped further into the butler's arms.
"Oh, dear me," the butler tutted.  "Let's get him a warm bed and some tea, shall we?  He'll be right as rain soon enough."
***
Rachel tiptoed down the stairs and knocked on the door.  It opened a crack, and a feline eye stared at her through it.  "Yes?"
"Listen.  I don't trust you one bit.  I want to know what exactly you're doing here."
"Well, why did you not say so earlier?  Come.  Khajiit will show you."  He opened the door all the way to reveal a bedroom not unlike Rachel's own.  However, this one had a strange table with glass boxes on it.
"I sell these, for your coin.  You see anything you like?" Khajiit purred.
Rachel's eyes wandered over the objects.  Some of them seemed quite valuable, such as a silver dagger.  Others were commonplace or otherwise seemed odd.  Shaking her head, she said, "Maybe later.  Good luck with... your exchanges."  She slowly walked back towards the door and walked upstairs.
Natalie lifted her head from the crack in the floorboards.  "Oh, I wonder what he has down there.  Maybe he has my...  No, that seems quite dubious.  I'd better forget about it.  It's late.  Besides, he doesn't seem malicious.  Not the type to steal from a damsel, anyway."  Natalie climbed into her bed, pulling the thick covers up to her chin.  She soon slipped off into sleep.
***
The sound of a tinny bell woke Skyler from his sleep.  He groggily rubbed his eyes, then flung himself out of bed.  Pulling on some trousers, he opened his door.  The butler!
"Your breakfast is ready, everyone.  Hop to, my master has an important announcement to make for your benefit!"  He announced.
Skyler met Addison at the foot of the staircase.
"Skyler, was it?  Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Listen, you didn't hear any activity last night, did you?"
"Nah, I was unconscious pretty quick.  Why?"
"Oh, never mind...  Let's just enjoy breakfast.  I've got something to show you afterwards."
As Skyler sat at the table, he noticed an extra chair had been brought up to one end.  He recalled the events of the previous night, Mike coming in late.  Poor guy.
Soon everyone was seated and eating.  Out of the corner of his eye, Skyler saw Mike Scott shoveling huge amounts of food into his mouth at a time, barely pausing to breathe.  Interesting guy, he thought.  He turned back to his own plate.  Sausage, eggs, toast, and most importantly, bacon!  He chewed on the bacon, tearing it apart.  Delicious.
***
Rachel ate quietly, concerned.  Something here was wrong, she could tell.  She had expected something to happen last night, but everything seemed accounted for.  And there was something off about this... Mike Scott.  Rachel could see why everyone was here, except for him.  A question.  She smiled to herself.  Maybe he did fit in.  After all, what was all this entire charade except one question after another?
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game

TWG 100: Dinner and a Show

Wolf team- as a team, the wolves may choose one player to kill each night.  Wins at parity.
1. Master Wolf- Each night, can send a PM to the host with the name of target player.  If that player is still alive, the Master Wolf receives a PM with the color of that player.  The Master wolf is seered green.
"I smell you... Your fear..."
2. Wolf Cohort- Has no special powers.  Is seered red.
"Fresh BLOOD!"
3. Wolf Cohort- Has no special powers.  Is seered red.
"Fresh BLOOD!"
4. Needy Wolf- If the needy wolf is the last wolf alive, the wolf team loses their wolf kill.  Is seered red.
"I smell... you?"

Human team- wins when all threats to the team are dead.
5. Seer- Each night, may send a PM to the host with the name of target player.  If that player is alive, receives a PM with the color of that player.  Is seered blue.
"No-one and no-wolf will get past me."
6. Brutal Human- If the brutal human is wolfkilled, one wolf at random is killed as well.  Is not told they are the Brutal Human.  Is seered blue.
"Whatever it takes."
7. One-shot Reviver- Once per game, during a night phase, may send the host a PM with the name of a player.  If that player is dead, they will be revived at the beginning of the following night phase.  Is seered blue.
"I'm here for you."
8. Miller- is seered red.  Is not told they're the Miller.
"I'm doing things my way.  Step aside."
9. Traitor- counts for human numbers, but wins with the wolves.  Is seered red.
"You'll all see soon enough..."
10. Sayori- is told she's a normal human.  Is seered Monika.
"There are rainclouds... and they won't go away."
11. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
12. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
13. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
14. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
15. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
16. Khajiit- Begins the game with every item, but cannot use them.  Once each night (except for Night 1), may distribute a single item to target player by sending a PM to the host with that player's name.
"Khajiit has wares, if you have coin."

Third Party- counts for numbers of neither team.
17. M̦̣͓̀ ̟̖Ò̦̦͖͔͖̜ ̡̱̲͓̞͔͖Ǹ͎̳̳͍͖̟ ̜̥̭͕̤ͅI̱͉̥ ̭̪K͇͕̺̭͞ ̫̹̘͇͍A̩̪͢- wins when it's just Monika.  Can't be wolf-killed.  Each night, may send the host a PM with the name of target player.  If that player is alive, becomes marked. Marked players are privately told they have been marked.  When the number of living marked players becomes greater than or equal to the number of living unmarked players, all living marked players die.  Is seered literally every color except for red, purple, green, and blue.If wolves would win while Monika is still alive, Monika and the wolves both win.
"...What's the point when none of it is even real?"

Items:
Candlestick
Revolver
Rope
Lead Pipe
Knife
Wrench

When a player dies, their role will be revealed.
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Players:

1. davy
2. ThatHiddenCharacter
3. BrainyLucario
4. SuperMarina
5. Olimar12345
6. Dudeman
7. BlackDragonSlayer
8. MaestroUGC
9. Trasdegi
10. raeko
11. E. Gadd Industries
12. MasterSuperFan
13. Lkjhgfdsa_77
14. Bubbles
15. FireArrow
16. ThiccWifeSiccLife
17. TheZeldaPianist

Sub: Maelstrom

Nobody died.  It is now Day 1.  Day 1 ends in 48 hours, at 9:00 PM on February 18, regardless of when the actual update arrives.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 17, 2018, 02:54:09 AM »
I got home early, so I’m checking in officially, finally. @miley I have two questions:

-If the needy wolf is the last wolf alive does the wolf kill go away for that phase or for the rest of the game?

-Are we permitted to talk about items and their effects in public?
Question 1: For the rest of the game.
Question 2: You're quite welcome to discuss items and theorize about what they may do.
Additionally, my warning about discussing role PMs extends to all private communication with the host.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 16, 2018, 11:53:11 PM »
Dead players are still technically marked, but do not count toward the total counter of Monika's ability.  Rules updated to reflect this better.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 16, 2018, 09:51:37 PM »
The abilities of the items are not public knowledge.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 16, 2018, 09:38:29 PM »
Role PMs are not cut and dry.  For the sake of your own enjoyment, please do not discuss role PMs in any capacity, even if it otherwise seems safe to do so.  Claiming roles is still fine.

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Horsea- a Smokescreen creator commonly used to hide information from one's direct knowledge, such as which attack is coming next

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 16, 2018, 04:05:40 AM »
Chapter 1
   Daniel scratched his head quizzically.  He, of all people, had received an invitation to this Dinner and a Show everyone had been talking about?  The stocky teen looked around.  Surely, this was a mistake.  But no, the telegram had his (and his brother's) name on it.  How curious!  He could feel excitement beginning to swell in him.  No more would he be Daniel Sharpe, that other twin, he would be Daniel Sharpe, French exchange student!  Daniel Sharpe, intelligent man!  This was his chance to distinguish himself.  He just had to hide the invitation from his brother.  He swept the thin blonde hair out of his eyes.  His mind began to race with all the possible ways to keep his brother out of this.  Muttering to himself, he trundled up the road toward his home on the hill.
***
   Sayori Ishizuka didn't know why everyone hated her.  It was simply something that was, like how the farmers always planted beans after corn, or how the moon was always fullest at night.  It wasn't something she could control.  She had often wondered if everyone was naturally irritable, or if something about her made people that way.  She would hate it for other people's anger to be her fault.  Nonetheless, she went about her own business and was friendly to everyone.
"Hello there, Tyler!  What are you reading?" Sayori inquired.
The man hastily stood up from the overturned bucket he had been sitting on, shoving a note into his pocket.  Tyler Henry Cormaci (he was proud of his name, which had quite a history) was quite tall, standing nearly six feet-ten inches, with a bit of a potbelly.  His dark hair was plastered across his forehead with sweat.
"Eh?  Sayori.  What do you want?"  He snapped.  Sayori grinned.  "I'm just here to say hi!  Also, I wanted to see if you got an invitation to that thing going on this weekend."
"Ah, yeah... that thing.  I believe I was invited, matter of fact.  Took me quite by surprise, me just being a fisherman and all."
"Great!  I got invited too!  We should go together!" Sayori practically shouted in Tylers's face.
Tyler frowned.  "I don't know if that's a good idea... In fact, I'm not even sure if I'm going yet," he said cautiously.
"Come on- like you said yourself, you're just a fisherman.  You've got nothing better to do on the weekend," Sayori replied.
Tyler sighed.  "Listen," he began.  "There's a lot of folks in this town who frankly don't like you.  I'm not one of them, but I'm not too keen about you either.  Plus, I get a bad feeling about this sudden Dinner and a Show.  Since when do commoners get invited to the Don Mansion?  If you ask me, the whole thing is shady to no end."
"You're being superstitious, you big fisherman.  What's going on that day?  Red sky at morning, sailor takes warning?  Is that the mantra you live by?  Come on, Tyler Cormaci, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!  You can't tell me you're  not the least bit curious."
"Hmmph.  Don't say my name like that.  Well, I'm not making any promises, but I am itching to know why exactly this is happening."
"YES!  I knew you wouldn't be able to resist!"
"HEY!  That's not a yes!"
His protests fell on deaf ears, as Sayori was already racing away to whatever arbitrary task she had determined needed to be done.
***
Rachel Scarlett von Karma sat in the dimly lit chamber musing.  The source of her attention was a handwritten letter on the desk before her, begging for her help.  It was from an old friend of hers, one she wished she had never heard from again.  Still...  Thinking about him, even now, was bittersweet.  Should she take the bait?  For clearly, this was bait.  Not necessarily for her, but she was clever.  Rachel knew when a trap was being set.  For she had set many herself.  Many traps indeed...
***
 Baron Miguel Antonio Del Rey, Captain of the USS Cleaver and Scourge of the East Sea, was a proud man, to be sure.  So it was to nobody's surprise when he received an invitation from a distinguished character inviting him to some silly little dinner.  Still, a free feast was a free feast, and there would surely be plenty of women there just dying to be at his side.
"Lieutenant!  What are our coordinates?"  He questioned.
He was talking to another man who had a similar aura of confidence about him.  That man was Lt. Kenji Higashi, First Lieutenant of the USS Cleaver, and an old friend of Miguel's.
"Be calm, my friend.  We will arive soon enough."
Miguel Del Ray let out a short laugh.  "My dear man, you know me too well!  One day you'll know me better than I know myself!  Why, you may even become the captain of this fair vessel."
"That would be nothing short of a miracle, sir."
***
When Skyler Brasher checked the mail that day, he wasn't expecting to receive his greatest wish.  Nor did he realize it was his greatest wish.  All he saw was a plain telegram inviting him to a Dinner and a Show.  He adjusted his glasses, looking closer.  Something about this note seemed... off.  He dismissed his concerns, stuffed the note in his pocket, and left for school.
***
Hunger.  Anger.  Fear.  He knew these all too well.  He hated those who did not know these feelings as he did.  So when he saw people getting invited to a free dinner, he knew what he needed to do.  A sane man would keep these impulses under control.  Tarin Zapin was not a sane man.
***
Natalie Marina Brady's house had been turned upside down.  "Where is it... where is it?"  She muttered frantically.  Her naturally curly brown hair bounced up and down as she rushed from room to room, tearing cushions off couches and scattering papers across tables.  There was no way the invitation could be right.  It had to be around here somewhere...
***
Olivier Martinez was living life and loving it.  The French actor was in the peak of his career, and everyone in Paris knew who he was.  Still, it caught him off guard when he received a curious invitation in the mail.  Coupled with a liner pass to travel to America.  Apparently there was some prestigious Dinner and a Show happening on the east coast that needed his presence to succeed.  It was raising awareness for a strange disease that quite frankly did not sound real.  He was planning on attending anyway, as the travel had already been paid for.  He might even find romance overseas...
***
My name is Travis de Gillett.  I have evidence that something terrible is about to happen in my town, but nobody will listen to me.  The only chance I have at exposing the truth is at the Dinner and a Show happening this weekend.  To get in, I needed an invitation, but those were in limited supply.  So I forged one.  Sure, I may not be on the guest list, but if I have the invitation they will let me in.  They must let me in.
***
Michael Buble was curious by nature.  Perhaps it was this very curiosity that granted him an invitation to the Dinner and a Show.  According to this telegram, he was an outstanding citizen.  He had never felt outstanding, but he supposed he could see why one would think so.  He knew basically everyone in town by name.  He knew everyone's daily routes.  The town seemed so predictable to him.  He had been watching it for so long that nothing surprised him.  Nothing until this, that is.
***
The sun was starting to set.  Michael Buble, Gerik Paull, and Zachary and Daniel Sharpe were up to no good.  Although, to say such a thing would be unfair to poor Daniel, who was a little hesitant with the plan.
"Guys, I'm not sure this is such a good idea.  I mean, it's just a lame soiree!  We don't need to steal invitations from random neighbors."
His twin brother Zachary turned to him.  "You were the one who said he wished he had an invitation in the first place."
"Yeah, but like..." Daniel hesitated.  He had to be careful about what he said.  He hadn't told his brother that both of them were invited, but... should he?  Surely that was a better alternative to whatever crazy scheme Gerik was coming up with now.
Michael interrupted.  "Guys, I hate to break up your little sibling rivalry, but it's now or never."
He pointed toward a young couple, leaving their home with merriment in their steps.  "They're out for the night, we're in for the night."
Gerik smiled.  "Bingo."  The young athlete vaulted over the fence from which the four of them were hiding themselves.   Michael followed him over.
Zachary started over the fence, then paused.  "Maybe you should just stay here."
"Fine.  Get yourself in trouble, and see if I care."
"Why are you always like this?"
"Why are you always like this?
"Ugh.  Alright, just go home."  Zachary finished sliding over the fence and dashed across the field to an open window that Gerik had muscled open moments ago.
Daniel watched closely, his hand unconsciously reaching to his pocket to affirm that the invitation was still there.
Wordlessly, he turned his back to the house and marched back toward his own.
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It is now Night 1.  Night 1 ends in 24 hours, at 9:00 PM CST on February 16, regardless of when the actual update arrives.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 15, 2018, 09:46:04 PM »
Role PMs have been sent out.  Please confirm to me via any private method that you have received your role PM and indicate your preference to the above postscript.  Night 1 will begin when the first chapter of Dinner and a Show is uploaded.
Due to popular demand, memeing is now allowed.  Keep in mind that it is still currently Twilight Phase.

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The Werewolf Game / TWG 100th Anniversary: Dinner and a Show
« on: February 15, 2018, 07:22:09 PM »
It is now Day 1.  Day 1 ends in 48 hours, at 9:00 PM CST on February 18, regardless of when the actual update arrives.
http://forum.ninsheetmusic.org/index.php?topic=9869.msg394341#msg394341

TWG 100: Dinner and a Show

Wolf team- as a team, the wolves may choose one player to kill each night.  Wins at parity.
1. Master Wolf- Each night, can send a PM to the host with the name of target player.  If that player is still alive, the Master Wolf receives a PM with the color of that player.  The Master wolf is seered green.
"I smell you... Your fear..."
2. Wolf Cohort- Has no special powers.  Is seered red.
"Fresh BLOOD!"
3. Wolf Cohort- Has no special powers.  Is seered red.
"Fresh BLOOD!"
4. Needy Wolf- If the needy wolf is the last wolf alive, the wolf team loses their wolf kill.  Is seered red.
"I smell... you?"

Human team- wins when all threats to the team are dead.
5. Seer- Each night, may send a PM to the host with the name of target player.  If that player is alive, receives a PM with the color of that player.  Is seered blue.
"No-one and no-wolf will get past me."
6. Brutal Human- If the brutal human is wolfkilled, one wolf at random is killed as well.  Is not told they are the Brutal Human.  Is seered blue.
"Whatever it takes."
7. One-shot Reviver- Once per game, during a night phase, may send the host a PM with the name of a player.  If that player is dead, they will be revived at the beginning of the following night phase.  Is seered blue.
"I'm here for you."
8. Miller- is seered red.  Is not told they're the Miller.
"I'm doing things my way.  Step aside."
9. Traitor- counts for human numbers, but wins with the wolves.  Is seered red.
"You'll all see soon enough..."
10. Sayori- is told she's a normal human.  Is seered Monika.
"There are rainclouds... and they won't go away."
11. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
12. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
13. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
14. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
15. Vanilla Human- is seered green.
"Something's wrong."
16. Khajiit- Begins the game with every item, but cannot use them.  Once each night (except for Night 1), may distribute a single item to target player by sending a PM to the host with that player's name.
"Khajiit has wares, if you have coin."

Third Party- counts for numbers of neither team.
17. M̦̣͓̀ ̟̖Ò̦̦͖͔͖̜ ̡̱̲͓̞͔͖Ǹ͎̳̳͍͖̟ ̜̥̭͕̤ͅI̱͉̥ ̭̪K͇͕̺̭͞ ̫̹̘͇͍A̩̪͢- wins when it's just Monika.  Can't be wolf-killed.  Each night, may send the host a PM with the name of target player.  If that player is alive, becomes marked. Marked players are privately told they have been marked.  When the number of living marked players becomes greater than or equal to the number of living unmarked players, all living marked players die.  Is seered literally every color except for red, purple, green, and blue.If wolves would win while Monika is still alive, Monika and the wolves both win.
"...What's the point when none of it is even real?"

Items:
Candlestick
Revolver
Rope
Lead Pipe
Knife
Wrench

When a player dies, their role will be revealed.

Players:

1. davy
2. ThatHiddenCharacter
3. BrainyLucario
4. SuperMarina
5. Olimar12345
6. Dudeman
7. BlackDragonSlayer
8. MaestroUGC
9. Trasdegi
10. raeko
11. E. Gadd Industries
12. MasterSuperFan
13. Lkjhgfdsa_77
14. Bubbles
15. FireArrow
16. ThiccWifeSiccLife
17. TheZeldaPianist

Substitute: Maelstrom

It is now Twilight Phase.  Players are not allowed to post during Twilight Phase.  Twilight Phase ends when Role PMs have gone out and all players have confirmed their roles.  Twilight Phase will last roughly anywhere from 6 hours to 30 hours, depending on how well everything goes.

Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night.
"Seriously?  That's it.  I'm taking over."
"What?  What's wrong with that?"
"Dude.  It's a complete joke.  It's been a meme since the 1800's."
"But I like it!"
"It doesn't matter what you like, it matters what they like."
"They?"
"Never mind- just give me the quill."
I shoved myself aside and grabbed the quill from my hand.  "Ahh..."  I lowered the quill to the parchment and began to write:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
"Woahwoahwoahwoah.  You just shoved him aside for that,  and now you're quoting Orwell?  Double standard much?"
"I don't need to justify myself to you."
"Yes you do- I am you."
"Hmph.  Fine.  How about this?"  I turned again to face the parchment.  Dipping the quill in the well, I once again filled the parchment with neat, even handwriting.
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
"NO!  NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
I turned back to me and sighed.  "What now?"  I questioned.
Just then, I stepped out of the shadows.
"Why not come up with something new?  You know, original?  I'm sure they don't want to read something they've heard a hundred times in school alone."
I suddenly perked up from where I had been pouting after I had been shoved aside by myself.  "Who's they?"
"NEVER MIND!" I shouted in unison.
I turned back to look at myself.
"Maybe you're right.  Let's put our heads together.  With the amount of work we've put into this, we may as well get the beginning as good as the rest of it."
I blinked.  Everyone was gone.  I looked around at the cramped wooden attic-space with just a lumpy, mildewy mattress and a writing-desk, kept illuminated by the baleful flicker of a wax candle.  I sighed to myself.  It wasn't pretty, but it was necessary.
I turned again to the parchment paper.  I took a deep breath.  I thought.  I prayed.  I wrestled with myself.  I had to get this perfect.  It was the only way I would finally get it all back.  Everything I had.  Everything I deserved.  Everything I lost.  Feeling the rage building up in me, my hands shaking, I brought the quill toward the parchment.  I finally knew what to write.
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Chapter 1
   Daniel scratched his head quizzically.  He, of all people, had received an invitation to this Dinner and a Show everyone had been talking about?  The stocky teen looked around.  Surely, this was a mistake.  But no, the telegram had his (and his brother's) name on it.  How curious!  He could feel excitement beginning to swell in him.  No more would he be Daniel Sharpe, that other twin, he would be Daniel Sharpe, French exchange student!  Daniel Sharpe, intelligent man!  This was his chance to distinguish himself.  He just had to hide the invitation from his brother.  He swept the thin blonde hair out of his eyes.  His mind began to race with all the possible ways to keep his brother out of this.  Muttering to himself, he trundled up the road toward his home on the hill.
***
   Sayori Ishizuka didn't know why everyone hated her.  It was simply something that was, like how the farmers always planted beans after corn, or how the moon was always fullest at night.  It wasn't something she could control.  She had often wondered if everyone was naturally irritable, or if something about her made people that way.  She would hate it for other people's anger to be her fault.  Nonetheless, she went about her own business and was friendly to everyone.
"Hello there, Tyler!  What are you reading?" Sayori inquired.
The man hastily stood up from the overturned bucket he had been sitting on, shoving a note into his pocket.  Tyler Henry Cormaci (he was proud of his name, which had quite a history) was quite tall, standing nearly six feet-ten inches, with a bit of a potbelly.  His dark hair was plastered across his forehead with sweat.
"Eh?  Sayori.  What do you want?"  He snapped.  Sayori grinned.  "I'm just here to say hi!  Also, I wanted to see if you got an invitation to that thing going on this weekend."
"Ah, yeah... that thing.  I believe I was invited, matter of fact.  Took me quite by surprise, me just being a fisherman and all."
"Great!  I got invited too!  We should go together!" Sayori practically shouted in Tylers's face.
Tyler frowned.  "I don't know if that's a good idea... In fact, I'm not even sure if I'm going yet," he said cautiously.
"Come on- like you said yourself, you're just a fisherman.  You've got nothing better to do on the weekend," Sayori replied.
Tyler sighed.  "Listen," he began.  "There's a lot of folks in this town who frankly don't like you.  I'm not one of them, but I'm not too keen about you either.  Plus, I get a bad feeling about this sudden Dinner and a Show.  Since when do commoners get invited to the Don Mansion?  If you ask me, the whole thing is shady to no end."
"You're being superstitious, you big fisherman.  What's going on that day?  Red sky at morning, sailor takes warning?  Is that the mantra you live by?  Come on, Tyler Cormaci, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!  You can't tell me you're  not the least bit curious."
"Hmmph.  Don't say my name like that.  Well, I'm not making any promises, but I am itching to know why exactly this is happening."
"YES!  I knew you wouldn't be able to resist!"
"HEY!  That's not a yes!"
His protests fell on deaf ears, as Sayori was already racing away to whatever arbitrary task she had determined needed to be done.
***
Rachel Scarlett von Karma sat in the dimly lit chamber musing.  The source of her attention was a handwritten letter on the desk before her, begging for her help.  It was from an old friend of hers, one she wished she had never heard from again.  Still...  Thinking about him, even now, was bittersweet.  Should she take the bait?  For clearly, this was bait.  Not necessarily for her, but she was clever.  Rachel knew when a trap was being set.  For she had set many herself.  Many traps indeed...
***
 Baron Miguel Antonio Del Rey, Captain of the USS Cleaver and Scourge of the East Sea, was a proud man, to be sure.  So it was to nobody's surprise when he received an invitation from a distinguished character inviting him to some silly little dinner.  Still, a free feast was a free feast, and there would surely be plenty of women there just dying to be at his side.
"Lieutenant!  What are our coordinates?"  He questioned.
He was talking to another man who had a similar aura of confidence about him.  That man was Lt. Kenji Higashi, First Lieutenant of the USS Cleaver, and an old friend of Miguel's.
"Be calm, my friend.  We will arive soon enough."
Miguel Del Ray let out a short laugh.  "My dear man, you know me too well!  One day you'll know me better than I know myself!  Why, you may even become the captain of this fair vessel."
"That would be nothing short of a miracle, sir."
***
When Skyler Brasher checked the mail that day, he wasn't expecting to receive his greatest wish.  Nor did he realize it was his greatest wish.  All he saw was a plain telegram inviting him to a Dinner and a Show.  He adjusted his glasses, looking closer.  Something about this note seemed... off.  He dismissed his concerns, stuffed the note in his pocket, and left for school.
***
Hunger.  Anger.  Fear.  He knew these all too well.  He hated those who did not know these feelings as he did.  So when he saw people getting invited to a free dinner, he knew what he needed to do.  A sane man would keep these impulses under control.  Tarin Zapin was not a sane man.
***
Natalie Marina Brady's house had been turned upside down.  "Where is it... where is it?"  She muttered frantically.  Her naturally curly brown hair bounced up and down as she rushed from room to room, tearing cushions off couches and scattering papers across tables.  There was no way the invitation could be right.  It had to be around here somewhere...
***
Olivier Martinez was living life and loving it.  The French actor was in the peak of his career, and everyone in Paris knew who he was.  Still, it caught him off guard when he received a curious invitation in the mail.  Coupled with a liner pass to travel to America.  Apparently there was some prestigious Dinner and a Show happening on the east coast that needed his presence to succeed.  It was raising awareness for a strange disease that quite frankly did not sound real.  He was planning on attending anyway, as the travel had already been paid for.  He might even find romance overseas...
***
My name is Travis de Gillett.  I have evidence that something terrible is about to happen in my town, but nobody will listen to me.  The only chance I have at exposing the truth is at the Dinner and a Show happening this weekend.  To get in, I needed an invitation, but those were in limited supply.  So I forged one.  Sure, I may not be on the guest list, but if I have the invitation they will let me in.  They must let me in.
***
Michael Buble was curious by nature.  Perhaps it was this very curiosity that granted him an invitation to the Dinner and a Show.  According to this telegram, he was an outstanding citizen.  He had never felt outstanding, but he supposed he could see why one would think so.  He knew basically everyone in town by name.  He knew everyone's daily routes.  The town seemed so predictable to him.  He had been watching it for so long that nothing surprised him.  Nothing until this, that is.
***
The sun was starting to set.  Michael Buble, Gerik Paull, and Zachary and Daniel Sharpe were up to no good.  Although, to say such a thing would be unfair to poor Daniel, who was a little hesitant with the plan.
"Guys, I'm not sure this is such a good idea.  I mean, it's just a lame soiree!  We don't need to steal invitations from random neighbors."
His twin brother Zachary turned to him.  "You were the one who said he wished he had an invitation in the first place."
"Yeah, but like..." Daniel hesitated.  He had to be careful about what he said.  He hadn't told his brother that both of them were invited, but... should he?  Surely that was a better alternative to whatever crazy scheme Gerik was coming up with now.
Michael interrupted.  "Guys, I hate to break up your little sibling rivalry, but it's now or never."
He pointed toward a young couple, leaving their home with merriment in their steps.  "They're out for the night, we're in for the night."
Gerik smiled.  "Bingo."  The young athlete vaulted over the fence from which the four of them were hiding themselves.   Michael followed him over.
Zachary started over the fence, then paused.  "Maybe you should just stay here."
"Fine.  Get yourself in trouble, and see if I care."
"Why are you always like this?"
"Why are you always like this?
"Ugh.  Alright, just go home."  Zachary finished sliding over the fence and dashed across the field to an open window that Gerik had muscled open moments ago.
Daniel watched closely, his hand unconsciously reaching to his pocket to affirm that the invitation was still there.
Wordlessly, he turned his back to the house and marched back toward his own.
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Chapter 2
"Mr. Gardiner, I trust you found your journey here pleasant?"
Addison Gardiner looked down at the man addressing him.  "I did, thank you.  May I set my coat somewhere?"
"Oh, certainly.  Follow me."
The short man with a combover led Mr. Gardiner across a great hall with marble flooring to a coatroom off to one corner.  "None of the other guests will be arriving for some time, so feel free to explore the manor as you wish."
"Thank you," Mr. Gardiner responded.  He let his gaze wander across the hall.  A wooden staircase with smooth banisters occupied the far end of the hall.  Beneath the stairs was a double set of doorways leading into, from what he could see, a library.  On the opposite side of the hall from the coatrack was a white door with a polished handle.  He gently pushed on the door and it swung inward.  An enormous oak dining table with 16 matching chairs, places set, occupied the entire room.  Beyond the table was a swinging door.  He assumed behind it would be the kitchen.
He backed out of the dining room and started up the stairs.  A hallway at the top of the stairs forced him to make a choice and he continued to the left past a row of plain doors.  At the end of the hall was another door.  He pulled the handle and peered inside.  A bedroom.  A vanity and a dresser occupied the wall opposite the door.  To one side lay a four-poster bed.  Very well, he would stay here.  Suddenly, he heard a scraping sound from the hallway.  Thinking quickly, he grabbed a candlestick from the vanity and headed back into the hallway.
"Ah!  Mikey, it's just you.  Goodness, but this place is a bit cheerless, innit?"
"Oh yes, I'm sorry.  I brought your luggage up, Mr. Gardiner.  I take it you'll be staying in this room then?"
"Well, I suppose so."
"Do be careful, I hear that one is haunted," he remarked, giving a roguish wink.
"Hm, yes, quite," Addison replied absentmindedly.  "Well, I've got studies to attend to.  So, if you don't mind..."  He left the dismissal hanging in the air.
Mikey nodded.  "Yes.  I've got things I must attend to myself.  This place will be quite lively soon!"  Humming, he started back through the hallway and down the stairs.
What an odd man, Addison thought to himself.  How did he know...  He couldn't possibly...
***
Zachary poured a cup of cold water on Daniel's face.
"Hey.  Get up.  This is important."
Daniel winced at the shock and groaned.  "What do you want?  I was sleeping, and it's gotta be like 3 AM."
"You know those invitations we stole from that home?"
"Don't remind me."
"Well, check it out."
Zachary led Daniel to the kitchen, where Michael and Gerik were waiting.
"Look at this," whispered Gerik, gesturing to the invitations.
Unamused, Daniel waltzed over to the table and read the invitations.  His eyes widened with shock.
"What the he-"
"Do you have any clue why they're like that?" Michael interrupted.
"I-I've never seen anything like this," Daniel stammered.  "You stole these invitations, and yet... They have your names on them?!"
***
Natalie was at the breaking point.  Her house was in a poor state, and her frantic search had only confirmed what the note had seemed to suggest.  Somehow, they had taken it, and she wasn't going to get it back unless she went to that stupid Dinner and a Show thing.
***
Skyler was feverishly flipping through pages of multiple books, trying to remember...  Why did that telegram seem so familiar?  Something about the writing style was out of place, as if it had been written by multiple people.  He felt like he had seen that before, somewhere.  The night went on as Skyler continued reading at an inhuman pace, digesting information faster than seemingly was possible.  He knew he wasn't going crazy, but he just didn't have the access to what he needed.  Maybe the Dinner would clear things up...
***
Tyler sighed.  Somehow he had let Sayori convince him into taking her with him to the Dinner.  It was a long enough trip without her constantly chattering.  He glanced sidelong at her.  Sure enough, on and on she went.  Did she know how to do anything but talk?  He silently chided himself for thinking like that.  Sayori was a nice gal, just a bit... enthusiastic.  There is worse company, he decided, as he listened to Sayori now ranting about the difference between brown-eyed susans and daisies.
***
As the shadows of night enveloped the town, a storm began to roll in, as if foreshadowing the unpredictable events awaiting those unfortunate few who had been invited to the Don Manor...
***
Rachel was the last one to arrive at the manor.  The rain was coming down heavily now, and her skirt was getting drenched.  She pounded on the knocker and the man with the combover invited her in.
"Thank you," she managed, shivering from the cold.  A large fireplace was warming up the hall, where over a dozen people were socializing, drinking, or admiring the paintings on the walls.  "This is quite the party," she commented.  She turned to look at the man with the combover.  He was nowhere in sight.  Strange, she thought to herself.  Well, I'm here now, so I might as well make the most of it.  She gracefully waltzed over to a group of people and introduced herself.
***
A crackling sound quickly ended any discussion.  A loud voice rang  out, grainy and clearly unprofessional.  "Greetings, everyone.  I apologize that I cannot be here in person, but as many of you know, I am quite the busy individual.  Fortunately, I should be able to make it to the Dinner and a Show tomorrow.  Now, you all know why you are here, but first I'd like to make a note of who all arrived.  You see, I had a few issues with the guest list, and it seems not everyone has made it yet...
"If you could calmly and orderly introduce yourself to my butler and to each other, we'll have all of this sorted out in no time!"

Silence.
The man with the combover stood next to the fireplace.  "Well, you heard the master.  Everyone please introduce yourself!  ...Ah, perhaps we should move into the dining room.  Champagne, anyone?"
As everyone got settled in the dining room, each sitting in one of the 16 chairs, they began to introduce themselves, beginning with a strange catlike creature standing upright.
"You may call Khajiit... Khajiit," he said smiling, showing off a row of sharp teeth.  "Khajiit is here on request of employer.  That is all."
"My name is Zachary Sharpe, and this is my little bro-"
"No!  Stop."  A young man identical to Zachary stood up.  "I'm Daniel Sharpe, and we're twins, he said, glaring at Zachary.  "I'm studying here to become an astronomer!"
Zachary sighed and the twins sat down.
A redheaded woman twirling her hair spoke up.  "My name is Rachel Scarlett von Karma.  Pleased to meet you all."  She said that in a tone that made it very clear she was not in fact pleased to meet them all.
"Is nobody gonna question the fact that there's a cat-man in this room?  Cause I think it's weird.  Anyway, my name is Monika Candelaria.  Nice to meet you!"  Monika curtsied.
"I am Olivier Martinez," a man with a thick Paris accent said.  "Please, if it suits you, simply call me Olimar.  You may know me from several French films."
Natalie gasped, then covered her mouth with her hands.  "Sorry!" she squeaked.  "I thought you looked familiar.  Sorry...  I'm Natalie Brady."  Embarrased, she sunk down low in her seat.
"I'm Michael Buble.  I'm a songwriter.  I haven't seen any real success yet, but I feel like I'm close.  Good to meet ya."
Two men simultaneously stood up.  "Allow me to introduce you to the one and only Baron Miguel Antonio Del Rey, Captain of the USS Cleaver and Scourge of the East Sea.  While he prefers you call him by his full title, you may call him Captain Del Rey or simply Captain."
"The great man who introduced me is my compatriot, First Lieutenant Kenji Higashi.  Please show him the respect he deserves."
"But I don't mind if you simply call me Kenji!"
A tall, attractive man spoke up.  "I am Travis de Gillett.  I'm one of the townspeople here, and I'm fairly well-known among them."
Someone laughed.  "Yeah, but not in a good way!"  Everyone turned to look at the man who had interrupted.  "Oh, sorry.  Well, I'm Tyler Henry.  I'm directly descended from the Cormaci royals who settled here a long time ago.  I make my living off the ocean shore."
"Wow, Tyler, I barely recognized you!" a young woman laughed.  "I'm Sayori Ishizuka.  Usually his hair is all sweaty from the sea salt and hard work, but he cleans up nice!  Look at that curly hair!"
"M...my name is Skyler Brasher.  I'm not really anyone special, but recently I've been studying paranormal activity as a hobby."
An older man perked up.  "My name is Addison Gardiner.  I'm here on the owner's request.  That's all you need to know about me.  Feel free to talk to me any time, especially you, young man."
"My name is Gerik Paull.  I do football, basketball, and baseball.  I've got scholarships waiting for me in any of those.  I just really like athletics and being athletic."  He shrugged and sat down.
"Well, everyone's introduced themselves.  Who are we missing?"
The butler pulled out a folded note.  Reading it, he nodded individually at each person sitting down.  "Ah, yes.  It appears we are missing one... Mike Scott."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.  Several people jumped up to their feet, startled.
"My apologies everyone!  That's just the door.  No need to panic."
Everyone followed the butler back into the hall, where the banging continued frantically.
The butler opened the door.  It would be more accurate to say the butler tried, then the howling maelstrom outside did the rest of the work.  A frail old man fell in through the doorway, shivering.  "I-i-i-i m-m-made it..." he stammered.
"Poor man, let's get you to your feet.  You must be Mike Scott?"
"Mike... S-s-s-scott..."  The man pulled out a crumpled note from his pocket.  "Y-yes, Mike Scott.  That's m-m-me," he said, before his eyes closed and he slumped further into the butler's arms.
"Oh, dear me," the butler tutted.  "Let's get him a warm bed and some tea, shall we?  He'll be right as rain soon enough."
***
Rachel tiptoed down the stairs and knocked on the door.  It opened a crack, and a feline eye stared at her through it.  "Yes?"
"Listen.  I don't trust you one bit.  I want to know what exactly you're doing here."
"Well, why did you not say so earlier?  Come.  Khajiit will show you."  He opened the door all the way to reveal a bedroom not unlike Rachel's own.  However, this one had a strange table with glass boxes on it.
"I sell these, for your coin.  You see anything you like?" Khajiit purred.
Rachel's eyes wandered over the objects.  Some of them seemed quite valuable, such as a silver dagger.  Others were commonplace or otherwise seemed odd.  Shaking her head, she said, "Maybe later.  Good luck with... your exchanges."  She slowly walked back towards the door and walked upstairs.
Natalie lifted her head from the crack in the floorboards.  "Oh, I wonder what he has down there.  Maybe he has my...  No, that seems quite dubious.  I'd better forget about it.  It's late.  Besides, he doesn't seem malicious.  Not the type to steal from a damsel, anyway."  Natalie climbed into her bed, pulling the thick covers up to her chin.  She soon slipped off into sleep.
***
The sound of a tinny bell woke Skyler from his sleep.  He groggily rubbed his eyes, then flung himself out of bed.  Pulling on some trousers, he opened his door.  The butler!
"Your breakfast is ready, everyone.  Hop to, my master has an important announcement to make for your benefit!"  He announced.
Skyler met Addison at the foot of the staircase.
"Skyler, was it?  Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Listen, you didn't hear any activity last night, did you?"
"Nah, I was unconscious pretty quick.  Why?"
"Oh, never mind...  Let's just enjoy breakfast.  I've got something to show you afterwards."
As Skyler sat at the table, he noticed an extra chair had been brought up to one end.  He recalled the events of the previous night, Mike coming in late.  Poor guy.
Soon everyone was seated and eating.  Out of the corner of his eye, Skyler saw Mike Scott shoveling huge amounts of food into his mouth at a time, barely pausing to breathe.  Interesting guy, he thought.  He turned back to his own plate.  Sausage, eggs, toast, and most importantly, bacon!  He chewed on the bacon, tearing it apart.  Delicious.
***
Rachel ate quietly, concerned.  Something here was wrong, she could tell.  She had expected something to happen last night, but everything seemed accounted for.  And there was something off about this... Mike Scott.  Rachel could see why everyone was here, except for him.  A question.  She smiled to herself.  Maybe he did fit in.  After all, what was all this entire charade except one question after another?
[close]

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG C Sign-Ups
« on: February 15, 2018, 07:15:37 PM »
YAAAS

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Firnnekin- a small wooden fox

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG C Sign-Ups
« on: February 15, 2018, 03:13:59 AM »
that's everyone

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG C Sign-Ups
« on: February 15, 2018, 03:13:52 AM »
[11:30 AM] NocturneOfShadow: are you still in for the game on NSM?  Davy's getting a little paranoid about it :stuck_out_tongue:
[7:20 PM] raeko: yes i am! ping me when it starts and ill remember lol

[11:32 AM] NocturneOfShadow: hey just checking in to see if you're still playing in TWG 100
[11:53 AM] Lkjhgfdsa_77: yeah
[11:53 AM] NocturneOfShadow: eeeexcellent

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