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Many years ago in a town far away, I lived through a horror I still remember to this very day…
It had been a dark and stormy night in the little hamlet of DigestVille.
I did not awake as I often did to my customary jam and toast brought to me by my slave boy Sweabs.
“Sweabs! Sweabs!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, but to no avail. This angered me, Sweabs knew the consequences if he was late. He would be forced to watch all of Gigli, and once he had finished that he would be required to peel 107 onions with his teeth. I hauled my tired rear out of bed, and got dressed. I figured he had gotten lost in the town square going to purchase the fruits he used to make fresh jam every morning; the poor boy was awfully slow after all.
As I moved towards the front door of the Mayor’s Mansion, there was a loud BANG, BANG, BANG on the door. I swung it open, and who to my eyes should appear, but Sweabs’s good friend N8R.
“Newms, my dear boy what troubles you? Have you seen your infantile friend Sweabs?”, I said.
“M-m-mayor Indy, S-s-sweabs, sweabs has been murdered,” He replied.
“Murdered? When? Where? Who? What? Why? How?,” I wanted to make sure I covered all my bases.
N8R began his answer, “Last night. In front of the lab.” Sweabs did love a good nightly romp in the puddles in front of Gyron’s lab during the rain. N8R continued, “The who is btowncolt, but erm there’s more to that story, sir. You’ll have to see for yourself. I expect that will answer why, and um, well, how is also a bit hard to explain. Gyron was able to kill the murderer, but not before he suffered grave injuries.”
“Well, let us make haste to the lab, I must speak with Gyron, and see the damage for myself,” I replied as we headed off towards the lab.
As we neared the lab, I could see that I was apparently the last person in town to find out about these events, not surprising as I usually woke up around 3pm. I value my sleep, that’s how I live my life now, let’s just move on.
“About time you showed up!” shouted Hicks.
“All my pretty lady friends have already abandoned me!” Cried Bellisimo.
“The children and their families have all withdrawn from my school!” Lamented SycamoreKen.
“The sheep! The glorious sheep are scared! I must comfort them.” yelled Suaveness.
I could barely concentrate over all the complaints. Do they think this is why I became a politician? To fix things? Pffft, I’m in it for the ladies thank you, and the free meals.
Finally a voice of reason spoke out, it was Anthem.
“Mayor Indy!” He shouted. “Gyron will only hang on for so long he has massive internal bleeding, and he is missing his left leg!”
Truthfully, this did not disturb me, as I was just now laying my eyes on the bodies of Sweabs and his murderer. Sweabs had been ripped limb from limb, but trust me not before he was thoroughly violated by the perpetrator of this crime, our very own local sheep farmer, btowncolt. Only there was something strange, btown was covered in fur from head to toe. The only thing that could readily identify him was the tattoo on his right bicep which read, I HEART SHEEP (IN MORE THAN ONE WAY). Yes it was a very long winded tattoo, but that is not the point.
Anthem broke me out of my daze, “Sir, you must come quickly.”
“That’s what she said!” yelled Toxic Avenger.
“Erm, um, yeah sure, well anyways, like I said you really need to come quickly Gyron is fading fast, and his memory is already fuzzy, he has a concussion as well.” Anthem stated calmly.
A concussion? I thought to myself why that is nothing more than a headache.
Anthem lead me to Gyron, and before I could even speak, Gyron began reciting his last words, “I don’t have much time, I come from a long line of werewolf hunters, there is a den in this town. Btowncolt was one of them, but he was not an important piece of their hierarchy. There are four more, I believe, I know who two of them are their names are…..”
Gyron coughed and with that he breathed his last.
I returned outside.
“What is going on here?” Natstoned cried.
I replied, “My friends, we face an infestation of four werewolves among us. They must be eradicated. Each day we will vote for one of our own to hang from the gallows. Today will mark the first day. This evening we must hang a WOLF!”
Last edited by Trader Joe; 06-04-2010 at 04:18 PM.
Eeeeck! I must keep my bottle close.So many people to choose from, so little information. I think a little liquid courage should do the trick. Who is going to start the first mob, and who will they choose to hang?
EDIT: Agreed sweabs. Love how you took infamous PD lines and put them too good use.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my good friend sweabs had been raped by that damned btowncolt. I knew sweabs was into some rather freaky stuff but I didn't think it was this intense. I had once walked in on sweabs down on all fours taking it in the arse from a hobo who was passing through town. When I asked what was going on, sweabs invited me to join the party to which I promptly told him to go **** himself which he began doing. I left in disgust.
Werewolves in this town? This can't be good. I now have to suspect everyone.
[ooc]You can post in this thread sweabs but that was your only one. Only game talk. For all others if you want to speak out of character or ask actual game questions do it inside of an [ooc] (out of character) brackets. [/ooc]
I've got a bullet with my name on it to either face my Maker or annihilation after too many years in this god-forsaken town ripping my soul into shreds.
Still, the loose bits of what remains compels me to at least try to give these folks a chance at a better life, and at the very least I might take these mother****ing freaks down with me.
*Carves two lines across his forearm* To remember the fallen.
Only chance is to get lucky or outsmart these *******s. Gonna need to keep a close eye on the votes, but the first day is gonna be the worst. No patterns, no real suspects other than petty personal differences stirring folks into a witch-hunt. Could get ugly fast.
But someone has to go. I vote for Anthem. Unbias; alphabetical selection.
A werewolf! Four werewolves! I wouldn't believe it for a second if I didn't see the mutilation of the body. I didn't hardly know the deceased, but to see a man torn to pieces like that will haunt you for a long time.
So now we have to vote a man killed? This isn't good, not at all. I've heard of things like this. This kind of fear and desperation can tear a village apart just as easily as the werewolves themselves.
Well, the least I can do is try to work this out intelligently. What do I really know about wolves? Pretty much just big dogs, right? Keen sense of smell? Prey on the farmer's sheep?
Hold on there... that's right -- there have been many sheep gone missing the past few weeks. And who is always around those sheep, comforting them when they are scared, talking to them, staring lustfully at their soft smooth coats? Suaveness.
People are starting to scare easily now. Just knowing the fate of the town is in our hands is a scary thing. No one can be trusted yet we have to work together to rid this god for saken town of these beasts.
My God, I knew btowncolt was into some next level ****, but violating that poor, slow slave boy? I cannot fathom the horror.
I know not who my friends are, nor my foes. Everyone is a suspect, and I shall wear my lucky Hello Kitty slippers every night when I slumber until these Werewolves have been eradicated from DigestVille.
I do believe Mourning to be among the perpetrators in this heinous crime. Like Mayor Indy, I too sleep well into the afternoon, as it soothes the belly after a long evening of indulging in Keystone Light. Therefore, I cannot trust a man whose name is Mourning. I question his spelling abilities as well. Any man that spells morning in such a manner is suspicious. Off with his head!
I knows nofin of dem wolves theys be talking about. Theys sure do talk. Sure dat my friend sweabs was molested by that wolf btown. I had no clue btown was a wolf, although he liked him sheep close at night. Speaking of them sheep, that Pig Nash sure seems peculiar . I bet Piggy is a wolf.
The first of what are sure to be many frightening nights here in Digestville. As I'm left to try to collect myself following the horrific events that occurred here, I must vote for one of my fellow residents to be killed. The decision is a difficult one since on this first night I don't have much to base it on. Here's hoping we make the right choice and rid one of these beasts from our company. My vote goes to Brushwithdeath.
[ooc] gents just a reminder that not everyone is in the same time zone...I got home close to 5am right now and just caught up on the stories..when i wake up i'll post and catch up with ya'll then.[/ooc]