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[Jim Groovester]

Still available for comodding.

[Tiruin]

I'm here and I'm dead. 

[Dariush]

If we can seriously gather everybody in one day to play I will eat Toony's heart, because he's an assfucking dick and I'm not averse to an occasional case of cannibalism.

[webadict]

If we can seriously gather everybody in one day to play I will eat Toony's heart, because he's an assfucking dick and I'm not averse to an occasional case of cannibalism.

Your language is foul. Also, I don't like you. On top of that, I don't feel like playing.

So, no. Problem solved.

[Dariush]

If we can seriously gather everybody in one day to play I will eat Toony's heart, because he's an assfucking dick and I'm not averse to an occasional case of cannibalism.

Your language is foul. Also, I don't like you. On top of that, I don't feel like playing.

So, no. Problem solved.

I don't like many people, but you don't see me complaining about thaa...

Oh wait. You do. Nevermind.

[Dariush]

Meeeeeeph?

[ToonyMan]

My heart is going stale here.

[Mephansteras]

Yeah, sorry, got sick and haven't had the energy to work on anything. I'll try to wrap this up today.

[Tiruin]

So...game over?

[Dariush]

It hurts my soul to see this game ending so inconclusively, but it's still better than letting it die.

[Mephansteras]

  An unseasonable heat rolls over the town. The crowd mills, listless, as you sit and stare at one another. A few mutters are made, but honestly no one has the energy to do much. Too little sleep and the sun beating down makes it impossible to think.

  Eventually webadict stands up. "This is ridiculous. I've had enough of this trial and enough of this town. I'm leaving!"

  Several of the guards move to stop him. "You cannot leave, sir, not until this threat is eliminated!"

  "Yeah, well, I'm the threat and I'm eliminating myself by getting out of here. Now out of my way!" he shoves a guard aside and starts to head towards the town's gate.

  "Stop him!" shouts the Captain of the guard.

  webadict pulls out his sword and deftly parries a few spear thrusts as he starts to run. Archers on the walls start to fire at him, but he dances aside from each bolt with almost inhuman grace. Cursing, the Captain shouts for the gate to be shut. The fleeing Knight breaks into a run, him form shifting as he gets closer to the gate. As the portcullis gets near the ground he dashes under it, his wolf form low enough to get through just before it closes.

  The gate is opened again and some guards give chase, but by the time they get out the werewolf is long gone.

  Eventually the Herald steps up onto the platform and motions for silence.

  "It is hereby decreed that webadict is banished from the realm for all time. If he should return, he is to be killed on sight. The rest of you may return home. The danger has passed. For now, at least. "





Well, that wraps it up. Not a very satisfactory ending, but I could easily have seen this game going either way at the end there. And I suppose it gives us interesting backstory for a future Supernatural if I need one.


Here is the Wolf Chat

And the Coven Chat

I'll post the role PMs and Night actions next.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Role PMs (click to show/hide)

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Werewolves
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When Tiruin first came to this town, none of you suspected that he was anything sinister. But as the weeks went along he used his magic to poison your minds. Soon, you willingly joined him as Werewolves, convinced that the power he possessed could grant you anything you wanted.

When he tried to convince the Duke to join you, though, he discovered that the Duke was protected by powerful magic. He could not be turned to your side, nor could his mind be controlled. And now he was suspicious. He had to die. And so you three ambushed him in the woods while he was hunting. His magic could protect him from illusions, but not from claws. He and his guard were quickly slain. Now, of course, you need to deal with the consequences of his death. But should you remove the others who stand in your way, this entire Duchy could be yours!

Orangebottle (werewolf)
    Once a devout holy man, you are now a Priest of the Lupine Cult. Once during the game you can attempt to resurrect a dead player. However, there is no guarantee that it will work properly. But if it does, you could gain a new ally, one loyal to the Wolf God.

Think0028 (werewolf)
    A loyal Knight of the Duke, you joined Tiruin to improve your fighting prowess. Not that you needed much, as you were already one of the most skilled swordsmen in the land. With your combat abilities, you are immune to Night Kills that target you.

Tiruin (werewolf)
    Converted long ago, you split off from your old pack to start one of your own. As an Illusionist, you have been able to keep your true nature secret. You may use this power to redirect another player at night.


You have a special ability to speak with one another in secret. Use it wisely

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Coven
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The two of you practice an ancient and forbidden religion. While it gives you no special powers, you do have a secret language that allows the two of you to communicate with one another without others being able to notice.

Urist Imiknorris (town)
    Coven Witch

NativeForeigner (town)
    Coven Witch

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Bookthras (town)
    You are a Priest, dedicated to the gods of the realm. Once during the game you may attempt to resurrect a dead player as a night action. Be warned, though, that only a truly pious individual can properly raise the dead. Otherwise, the raising may have undesirable or unpredictable results. 


Dariush (other)
    You have lived in this town a long, long time. As a b]Wererat[/b], your focus has always been on maintaining your anonymity and Surviving. Werecreatures have a bit of a bad rap, even those that don’t have it out for the town. With the recent murders, you’re going to have to work extra hard to keep people from finding out what you are and lynching you.


IronyOwl (town)
    You enjoy your life in this town. While you rarely have much reason venture into it from your homestead in the woods, you like your neighbors and want to help protect them from harm. Of course, as a Werebear you need to be careful not to frighten them too much, or harm them while you’re in your bear form. Which is why you hide away in the woods, since anyone who comes around at Night is likely to be Killed.


Jokerman-EXE (town)
    You are an Exorcist, trained in ancient magics to drive off Demons and Devils from this world. You wander the lands, seeking out the taint of evil and banishing it back to the hells. Once during the game you may perform an Exorcism on another player during the Night. If that player is a Demon or Devil, the malevolent spirit will be banished. If they are pure, they have nothing to fear.


Powder Miner (town)
    You are blessed by the gods with the powers of a Seer. Each Night you can look into the soul of another and see if they are Benign or Malevolent towards you and the good people of the town.


Shakerag (town)
    You are a Priest, dedicated to the gods of the realm. Once during the game you may attempt to resurrect a dead player as a night action. Be warned, though, that only a truly pious individual can properly raise the dead. Otherwise, the raising may have undesirable or unpredictable results. 

Toaster (town)
    This world is full of evil. Vampires, Werewolves, Cultists. Demons, Devils. Monsters of all types. And it falls to you, Monster Hunter, to seek them out and slay them. Each night you may choose to attack and Kill another player that you suspect is evil. But choose wisely, for your skills are deadly to good and evil alike.


ToonyMan (town)
    As a Knight of this land it is your duty to ensure that the evil are punished and the good are protected. Fortunately, your martial training means that you are a much more able to handle yourself than the others of the town should you be attacked. You are immune to normal night kills.

zombie urist (town)
    Dark times have come to this fair land. You can feel it in your bones. Now, Fortune Teller, it is time for you to use your skills for the greater good. Each night you may Read the Tea leaves, and see why Type of person one of your Neighbors is. (Possible types include Killer, Protector, Watcher, Changer, and Survivor)

Spoiler: Night 1 (click to show/hide)

Flandre

The pack has made its decision. Toaster will meet his end tonight, and it will be done by your hand.

As night falls and the town falls asleep, you slip out of your home into the streets. Careful to keep yourself concealed, you enter an alley behind Toaster’s house and discard your human appearance. With fangs and claws at the ready, you prepare yourself to strike.

You approach Toaster’s door and try to open it, but find it locked. His scent wafts into your nostrils from behind the door, and with your prey so close, it drives you into a frenzy. You slam a clawed fist into the door and then again and again, causing its hinges to buckle from the frame.

The hinges burst off one by one and the door quickly becomes a pile of wood before your feet. A man you recognize as Toaster stands inside gazing at you as you duck beneath the frame to enter his home. The knight in you grants him a moment to arm himself before you kill him. This way, it will be fair.

Toaster reaches for an axe and you burst into action. You swipe your claws at him and he ducks under your swing, burying the axe into your forearm for your recklessness. You latch onto its handle with your teeth and yank it out, sending a spurt of blood across the room. You grab it with your other paw, determined to thank Toaster for giving you a weapon.

You swing the axe down at Toaster with werewolf might. He narrowly evades with a quick step backwards as the axe crashes into the floorboards. A board springs upward from the impact, and Toaster trips over it as he tries to backpedal. You sense your opportunity.

You rush forward and plow into Toaster, sending him and you crashing through a window onto the streets. You guide your jaw to his collarbone and clamp down on his flesh. He grunts in pain, and you can feel his left arm moving under your great weight. There’s a sharp pain in your side, and you pull back from his shoulder and slam a fist into his arm, crushing it instantly.

You end it. You sink your teeth into Toaster’s neck and squeeze. Warm blood enters your mouth and you feel Toaster’s fight draining out of him.

With the deed done, you stand up from his body and wipe his blood from your mouth. Your fight no doubt raised a commotion and the guards will be here soon. You sling the body over your shoulder and take it to a darkened alley far from Toaster’s home, where you enjoy the bounty of the hunt until all that’s left is bones.

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Toaster

After the day you retire to your home and attempt to rest. You find it hard to sleep. There are werewolves in this town, and you would be ready for them.

You try to settle yourself for bed once more when you notice that the crickets outside your home have stopped chirping. Something’s wrong, and your heart of its own accord begins beating faster. You immediately rush to your closet and throw the doors open, pulling out your chest of weapons. You pull the key out of today’s clothes and begin working at the lock when heavy thumps outside turns to fierce banging on your door. Your eyes turn to the door and you stop what you’re doing as you hear a loud, long howl.

The lock opens and you open your chest, pulling out as many weapons as you can. The hinges of your door burst open and it collapses into a pile of wood. You stand up to face your foe. A werewolf with red eyes and an endless row of sharp teeth growls and barks at you.

It hesitates for a moment and you waste no time in grabbing a nearby axe. It immediately leaps at you, swinging its claws. All werewolves attack the same way, and with practiced motion you duck under its swings and with a roar bury your axe in its forearm. It yelps in pain as you reach for more weapons, finding a stake and a silver dagger. It rips the axe out with its teeth and grips it with his opposite paw.

It swings the axe down onto the floor, an unexpected move, and you jump backwards. As you try to move to a more favorable position you lose your footing on a board displaced from the blow and stagger backwards.

It collides into you and crashes you through a window. The wind is knocked out of you as you land on glass and ground and you wheeze as the werewolf pulls back and bares its teeth. It pulls your shoulder towards it and sinks its teeth into your collarbone, sending pain all over your body. You try to scream, but only awkward grunts come out.

Your left hand manages to find a stake, and in desperation, you jam it deep into its flank. It pulls back from your collarbone and slams a fist on your arm, crushing it into uselessness.

You watch helplessly as its jaw clamps down into your neck. Your head turns to your right, and you see that the silver dagger is just out of reach. You reach at it with a weakening hand as the black corners of your vision grow larger. In seconds, you see nothing.

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zombie urist

The day is over and you are exhausted from the deliberation and the sudden attack by the werewolf. You need to clear your mind, so you set out to make a drink of your favorite tea.

Once the cup is empty you begin looking at the leftover patterns and your thoughts turn to Urist Imiknorris. A man separated from others gives a strong impression of independence, but also loneliness, while a dagger nearby means there are many dangers for him still. From your reading you gather that Urist Imiknorris wishes to survive.

Spoiler: Night 2 (click to show/hide)

Your soul floats free in the void as you await judgment, free from the worries of your previous life. You can still observe the happenings of the mortal world, but you find yourself uncaring towards it.

You contemplate what to do for the next millennia when there’s a tug at your chest, or what feels like your chest. Sensation and incorporeality do not mix well. Like a rope pulling you upwards from a plummet of infinite distance, your soul returns to the mortal world.

You wake up. You’re lying in the graveyard, next to your grave. You’re alive, and happy to be so. But something is... different than how you remember. You feel cold. Your hands are clammy. You no longer hunger for food and drink, but you have a different kind of thirst.

You are no longer a Monster Hunter. You are now a Lone Vampire. You can use your newfound powers to subdue and block a victim for you to feed upon. Each night you must set out to feed to sustain yourself, however, should you choose to feed upon a victim twice in a row, they will not survive the trauma.

You must survive the trials of your town so that you can escape to other feeding grounds.
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zombie urist

Troubled again, you return to your tea.

You down a cup of your favorite brew and once again look at the leftover leaves, this time turning your thoughts to IronyOwl. You see two men standing next to each other with crossed swords nearby, a sign of violent conflict. You gather that IronyOwl is some kind of killer.
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Flandre

The pack has decided that Shakerag will die tonight.

You walk to Shakerag’s home and in the cover of darkness, transform into your normal form. With a great leap, you bound to Shakerag’s window and carefully open it to let yourself in.

Shakerag looks up from some parcel he’s messing with, a look of terror crossing his face. With a quick bound you leap on top of him, jaws clamping hard over his throat. He barely manages a squeak before you rip it out. A soft burble, and moments later he is dead.

With a sack of blood and meat over your shoulder, you leave Shakerag’s home.
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Shakerag

 You start to gather the things you will need for the Ritual. Sacred ash, hallowed candles. Blessed oil from the Ever Flame. The creak of wood, though disturbs your thoughts.

 You turn towards the sound and freeze in fear as a great wolf-like shape looms in the candlelight. Before you can even cry out it leaps at you. Pain rushes through you as you are slammed onto the ground, sharp fangs digging into your throat. You try to scream, but cannot find the breath. You feel a horrible tearing, and suddenly you cannot breathe at all. Hot blood pours over you, and the world turns to black.

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Powder Miner

You prepare to look into Shakerag’s soul. You spend the night burning incense and reciting holy verse, when finally, it happens. You see into the soul of Shakerag, feel what he feels, think what he thinks. You see nothing malicious, only benign.

You become yourself again, and having found out what you want, you go to sleep.
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Orangebottle

You grab a shovel and your pouch of ritual components and set out to the graveyard, hoping to grow your pack with a new ally from beyond the grave.

You find Toaster’s grave and set down your pouch. You place the shovel’s head on the disturbed grave and toss it on the ground in anger when you notice Toaster’s empty and opened casket.

Frustrated, you grab your things and return back to your home. Some other corpse, perhaps.
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Darvi

You grab a shovel and your pouch of ritual components and set out to the graveyard, hoping to bring Toaster back so that he might use his skills to help the town.

After unearthing the casket, you open it and pull out Toaster’s gnawed bones and lay them on the ground. You open your pouch of ritual components, and begin preparing for the Rite of Resurrection.

You draw a circle with ash around the bones and inscribe it with holy symbols. You light the candles and place them at fixed points on the circle. You take your position at the top of the circle and begin chanting.

Over time, flesh begins reappearing on the bones, and soon the body is restored. You stand up and finish the ritual, an appeal to the gods. The candles extinguish, the ash of the circle scatters, and Toaster draws breath.

Your goal accomplished, you return back to your home. Tired from the ritual, you climb into bed and fall asleep immediately.

[Mephansteras]

Spoiler: Night 3 (click to show/hide)

Orangebottle

You set out once again to grow your pack from the ranks of the dead, hoping that this time you will find a body to perform the Rite of Resurrection on.

You find ToonyMan’s grave, undisturbed since he was buried. You begin digging, and you unearth his casket. With your werewolf strength you pull it out easily and empty it out, spilling ToonyMan’s head and body onto graveyard grass.

You align the head and body and begin drawing the ash circle around him and place the candles at the appropriate points. You begin chanting your prayers to the Wolf God, imploring and calling upon him to return this soul to the mortal world as a servant of the Lupine Cult.

ToonyMan’s flesh heals, and his body grows in size and form and musculature and his face transforms from that of a human to that of a wolf, and you know that your request has been granted.

ToonyMan’s first sight on returning to mortality is that of your smiling face as a human, but it is time to welcome him to your pack as a wolf.

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Powder Miner

Tonight you’ll look into the soul of Dariush. You light your incense and let its scent waft into your nostrils. You begin reading and reciting holy verse from your scriptures. The gods grants you a glimpse into the soul of Dariush. You hear his thoughts and his feelings, and there’s nothing you can see that leads you to believe he is anything but benign.

Once your trance is complete, you fall asleep.

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Flandre

You set out once again to kill zombie urist. You’ve enjoyed feasting on the members of the town for the past two nights and you’re looking forward to another night of it..

Under the cover of moonlight you walk on the roofs of the town until you’re on the roof of zombie urist’s home. You decide to make an entrance.

With a great leap, you pound the roof and send yourself and rubble to the floor below. zombie urist jumps out of his bed and scrambles to the door.

zombie urist proves poor prey. In his sluggish human body he barely opens the door before you pin him on his back and grasp the back of his neck with your teeth. You swing him around by his neck, smashing him all over his room. It takes seconds before he goes limp, and you carry your prize out of his home.

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ToonyMan

Your soul floats free in the void as you await judgment, free from the worries of your previous life. You can still observe the happenings of the mortal world, but you find yourself uncaring towards it.

You contemplate what to do for the next millennia when there’s a tug at your chest, or what feels like your chest. Sensation and incorporeality do not mix well. Like a rope pulling you upwards from a plummet of infinite distance, your soul returns to the mortal world.

You wake up. You’re lying in the graveyard, next to your grave. You look at your hands and find the motion unusual. With less color than you’re used to, you see sharp claws attached to a furred paw. You see a figure standing above you. With a sniff, you recognize him as Orangebottle.

You have come back to life as a Werewolf. You retain all the knowledge you had before you died. Your goal is now that of the pack’s: to break the strength of the few remaining members of this town and take the Duchy as your own.

You have a special ability to speak with one another in secret. Use it wisely


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zombie urist

As you make your tea tonight you think about Jokerman-EXE. You take a sip, and see curious patterns. As you finish it, you look closer. You see a caterpillar, and then a cocoon, and then a butterfly, an obvious sequence of metamorphosis. Jokerman-EXE must be a changer of some sort.

With your reading complete, you begin to settle into your bed, when you hear thumping on your roof. An instant later your roof collapses, and a dusty wolf rises from the rubble and barks at you. Your heart pumping in fear, you know the only thing you can do is run.

You spring out of your bed and try to make it to the door. As you turn the doorknob, heavy claws sink into your back and pin you to the ground. Your neck explodes in pain as teeth sink into it and you struggle as you are swung around by your neck. Finally, the pain stops, and you try and fail to breathe.

Spoiler: Night 4 (click to show/hide)

ToonyMan

You set out during the night and into the woods towards IronyOwl’s homestead. With the training of a Knight and the strength of a Werewolf, you wager that you will be strong enough to kill a Werebear - should IronyOwl’s claim during the day be true.

You find his cabin, surrounded by thick trees. You prowl to the door and push it open with a paw. Inside, you listen closely and sniff his home, searching for sign of IronyOwl. You check his bed. No one will be able to tell the difference if you kill him awake or asleep, and the glory will be yours regardless. You don’t find him. It was probably too much to hope for anyway.

You catch his scent in the tangled blankets and follow it outside. With your nose low to the ground, you wander through the forest before returning back to his home. His scent grows stronger and stronger until it takes you outside the door.

The door explodes outward and you narrowly avoid it with a low scramble across the ground. A massive figure pushes its way through the frame. It stands on its hind legs and lets out a roar that echoes through the woods. Standing twice as tall and half as thick as the house he came out of is IronyOwl. A part of you begins to think this might not have been a good idea.

He returns his legs to the ground and he charges. You instinctively begin running away. He chases you. He doesn’t let up. He is determined to chase you down until you are too tired to run or the sun rises. In either case, you die.

You turn around and get ready to do what you set out during the night to do. You stand your ground and growl. Unfazed, IronyOwl lowers his head and charges into you, sending you flying. You tumble on the ground and right yourself. IronyOwl raises a paw and swings it at you. You jump backwards and leap at his throat, jaws ready to tear it open. IronyOwl swats you away easily.

Feeling the bruises from failed attacks, you rethink your strategy. You back away slowly from IronyOwl, waiting for him to strike. He swings a paw at you low across the ground and you run up a nearby tree and out of IronyOwl’s sight. You bounce from tree to tree, searching for the right angle as IronyOwl frantically searches for you.

You find it, and you strike. From your perch you leap down and your jaws find IronyOwl’s throat while he’s looking away. You clench your jaw as hard as you can, and you feel it. Warm blood filling into your mouth and out of IronyOwl’s neck. IronyOwl begins flailing wildly, trying to cast you off, but your grip on his throat is too strong.

He stops flailing and instead pulls you into a bear hug. You let go of his throat and try to wriggle out, knowing what’s about to happen. With his last strength, IronyOwl squeezes as hard as he can. You yelp and whimper in pain, but stop as you hear and feel several hard cracks in your chest.

IronyOwl falls over and his grip loosens. You manage to pull yourself out of his grip, and you start limping away, but you find it harder and harder to breath. You collapse on your side and wheeze out your last few breaths.

It seems you were strong enough to kill a Werebear, but not strong enough to survive the encounter.

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IronyOwl

The moon wakes you up from your sleep, as it does every night. The transformation does not wait for you, so you cast off your blankets and head outside of your home. Moments into the wilderness, you become a mighty bear.

You head out to the woods where you gather food and otherwise spend time secluded from the members of the town. After finding and devouring a honeycomb, you return back to your homestead. As you squeeze through the wide door an unusual scent wafts across your nostrils. You investigate, and smell the telltale scent of wolves.

You hear something outside. The pit-pat of pawed feet across ground. Almost inaudible. It seems the werewolves have come for you tonight. You plan to show them the magnitude of their mistake.

You try to charge out the door, but only succeed in breaking it. You throw the door, forcing it out of your way. You rush through the open doorway when you see it: a giant wolf, crouching down on its legs as if it were part of the wild. You rear back on your legs and roar, and you see the fear in its eyes.

You charge at it. It bolts into a run and it doesn’t stop. You can run as long as it takes. You doubt it can do the same.

Eventually it stops, and turns around to growl at you. It should have kept running. You plow into it with your head and flip its body across the forest. You follow after it and swing your claws at it, but it gets up and jumps out of the way. It leaps at you with its teeth bared, and with a swing of your arm it flies through the forest once again.

It stands up once again and begins carefully circling around you. You swing your claws at it across the ground when it runs up a tree. You look up the tree, only to see it leaping away towards another. Your eyes follow, but the wolf is already gone again.

You begin searching for it. Your eyes dart high and low and around, but you cannot find the wolf. You turn around and keep looking. You look one way and look over your shoulder when there’s a sharp pain in your throat. You can feel its teeth slowly working their way into your throat. You begin struggling against, flailing your arms all around trying to find it.

It sinks its teeth all the way into your throat and you start getting dizzy from the blood leaking out of your neck. You won’t be surviving this encounter, and you are determined to make sure the same happens to the wolf.

You pat around your body and find the wolf. You pull it downward against your chest and wrap your arms around it. Only then does it let go of your throat. Too late for you, it seems, but too late for the wolf as well. You squeeze with your remaining might, and even as you are dying it is still more than enough to crush this animal’s chest. Bones snap and you keep squeezing until you are too weak to keep up the pressure.

You fall over. Your arms release the wolf. It struggles out of your weak grip. It takes a few steps before it falls over as well. You take pleasure in knowing that this Werewolf will be joining you in the afterlife.

Thanks to Jim for doing all the Flavor!

[ToonyMan]

I have to say the werewolves went through a ton of player changes.  By the end the entire team was different players besides Orangebottle.

I have no idea why I thought NKing IO would have went through.  Maybe it was my desire to get a badass Meph flavor...or Jim's.

[zombie urist]

I was totally right that Flandre was scum.

Nobody trusts a zombie.