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Post by Jayda on Mar 27, 2007 19:46:39 GMT -5
Sorry Ethan, I had to leave unexpectedly. Your role has been sent, and all are assigned.
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Post by Ethan on Mar 27, 2007 19:47:59 GMT -5
sweet...now then, we just wait...
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Post by AshVersion2 on Mar 28, 2007 11:14:40 GMT -5
When can we start? And who else is playing?
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Post by Elasticband on Mar 28, 2007 13:28:05 GMT -5
I are am playing!
Note to self: My character are Eband.
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Post by Ethan on Mar 28, 2007 13:35:53 GMT -5
We start when the werewolves pick their victim, the seer asks his/her question, and JJ posts the first death...
the players are:
Ethan Ash Broky EBand Techy Stickers!
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Post by Jayda on Mar 28, 2007 18:48:27 GMT -5
It was entirely possible that he had just annoyed people one too many times, or maybe he had just been in the wrong place in the wrong time. It didn't really make a different to the corpse, however, as the werewolves stood over him, gnashing their teeth and grinning like they had just had the most fun of their lives- knowing werewolves, perhaps they had.
The fact of the matter was, Ethan now lay in a pool of his own blood. When the body was discovered later that morning, sadly, the remaining 'sheep' couldn't do the sad scene like in all the movies where they solemnly close his eyes and stand tall in his memory. No, this event couldn't take place, because his eyes were had been torn out of his head. Disgusting, but some wolves like their gore.
So, five sheep started in this fun little game...and only four remain. Who's up next? And who committed the crime? Start the accusations.
Happy surviving!
(Sorry for sucky death, having a hard time writing stuff recently.)
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Post by Ethan on Mar 28, 2007 18:55:37 GMT -5
((god freaking dammit!))
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Post by Jayda on Mar 28, 2007 18:57:00 GMT -5
(Sorry, Ethan...Trust me, I know it doesn't feel too great.)
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Post by Ethan on Mar 28, 2007 18:58:24 GMT -5
((meh, I think i know who the two wolves are))
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Post by Elasticband on Mar 29, 2007 10:00:07 GMT -5
I'm not a sheep!
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Post by Techy on Mar 29, 2007 15:56:13 GMT -5
((Ethan, don't tell us, we wanna find out for ourselves.))
An ear-splitting shriek filled the morning air. As the people ran for the source of the sound, they found Techy staring in disbelief, tears streaming down her face, at a corpse. It was almost too mangled to tell who it was, but soon they all realised it was Ethan, for he wasn't part of the crowd.
"H-h-how could this have happened?" Techy stuttered out, wiping her face with her sleeve, to no effect. Tears kept spilling over.
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Post by AshVersion2 on Mar 29, 2007 16:21:53 GMT -5
Ash stared at the corpse in disgust. She's not a huge fan of real-life gore, yet she couldn't turn her eyes away. She patted Techy on the back.
'Who did this?!'
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Post by Jayda on Mar 29, 2007 16:40:32 GMT -5
I'm not a sheep! (Oh, E, that was just for the sake of drama ;D)
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stickers!
Rank 1 (Still a Newbie)
Waste of Paint.
Posts: 71
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Post by stickers! on Mar 29, 2007 19:01:24 GMT -5
(Darn, and I was all overly excited/anxious thinking all day about the character. Anyway, stickers! is no proper name. I'll be Erin.)
The small crowd gathered around the corpse caught Erin's eye during her otherwise ruitine walk, and she gravitated toward it like third graders do to a larger crowd of the sort that gathers around kids with broken arms during otherwise ruitine recesses. There was something about their stance, as she got closer, that unnerved her. Closer, she heard sobbing and almost had to force herself to walk on. Dread weighed heavily on her movements by the time she was close enough to peer around Ash and behold the scene... and then it lifted.
Initially she felt nauseous, but these things almost never made her cry. They just didn't seem all that real. She always felt bad about this, but this extreme case didn't allow time to sit around and think that way. She folded her arms and turned to Techy, feeling slightly sick again.
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stickers!
Rank 1 (Still a Newbie)
Waste of Paint.
Posts: 71
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Post by stickers! on Mar 29, 2007 19:09:39 GMT -5
"What hap-- what hap...pened?" she asked quietly.
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