ByekaName changed from Freak83TorontoJoin Date: 2003-03-13Member: 14484Members, Constellation
edited January 2005
<span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>IT IS NOW NIGHT THREE, NO POSTING.</span>
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stuck between deciding to kill <i>BadKarma</i> or <i>Comprox.</i> They were sure one of them was <i>Swiftspear’s</i> murderer, caught red handed. “I’ll do it.” said <i>Necrotic</i>, who after killing one person seemed ok to do more.
“I’ll help.” Said <i>im lost</i>.
“Alright”
“Where are they?” asked <i>Condizzle in rage.</i>
“Over there!” Pointed <i>Renegade</i> to the edge of the jungle semi-near them.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on here. <i>Comprox</i> and <i>BadKarma</i> saw <i>Renegade</i> pointing the group towards him, and saw <i>Necrotic</i> and <i>im lost</i> come charging his direction. They turned and bolted into the jungle pushing branches away and leaping over fallen logs. They could hear the feet of the others running right behind him – and the feet behind them were getting closer. <i>Comprox</i> made a quick maneuver to his left but <i>Necrotic</i> saw this as an opportunity and leapt at him knocking him down. <i>BadKarma</i> not noticing kept running. “Please! Don’t do this! It’s not me I swear!” <i>Comprox</i> shouted.
“Shut up and die werewolf!” <i>Necrotic</i> said to him, keeping him on his back by pushing his foot down into his stomach.
<i>Comprox</i> looked over to his side and saw <i>im lost</i> coming towards him carrying a large pole like branch. “You know it’s not me! Stop!” <i>Comprox</i> yelled to him but his screams were futile.
<i>im lost</i> swung with all his might smashing the curved log into <span style='color:red'>Comprox’s</span> skull. His nose was broken and most of his teeth had fallen out. One eye had been pushed right into the back of the socket. He brought the log down on his head a second time! A third time! Five more times before he finally stopped in exhaustion. <i>Comprox’s</i> head no longer even remotely resembled a head.
Splattered in blood, <i>im lost</i> and <i>Necrotic</i> walked slowly back to camp satisfied with their work. <i>BadKarma</i> could live for now. There would be no more burying their victims, since everyone’s killer instinct seemed to have become active now. From now on, there would be no mercy. A vote to kill was a vote to kill, they wouldn’t vote to kill someone unless they were sure they were a werewolf. Whoever was chosen, deserved to die.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is now Night Three. I need votes from (any remaining) wolves. The Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The psychic (if alive) will be getting your second PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves. Night ends once I get the PM(‘s) and I have a chance to post the next story. (should be within 24 hours)
I'd also like to point out that as the votes were 5 for Comprox, 5 for BadKarma. This vote was done randomly, via coin toss.
ByekaName changed from Freak83TorontoJoin Date: 2003-03-13Member: 14484Members, Constellation
<span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>IT IS NOW DAY THREE, POST AWAY.</span>
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Early one morning a couple of weeks after <i>Comprox</i> died, <i>The Necroscope</i> returned to the cave. This time however, he had a plan to get inside of it. He rushed off to the spot where they <i>Comprox</i> had been murdered, he knew he was getting close as the smell of rotting corpse was too powerful. “Ugh, that’s disgusting.” He thought as he reached it.
Various animals had been eating away at the flesh, it looked like some large animal had walked off with the leg. “I should have done this earlier, while there was more meat.” He muttered to himself walking over to the body and throwing it over his shoulder.
It wasn’t very heavy anymore as much of it was missing, but he lugged it along towards the cave and leech infested pond guarding it. Getting to it, he put the corpse down for a moment to catch his breath. A minute later he stood up and tossed the body with his remaining strength into the pond. The leeches in the area swarmed it as it sank, within half a minute it looked as if there was nothing in sight. <i>The Necroscope</i> got in a diving position ready to jump into the water when – “How are you going to get back? The leeches won’t go after <i>that</i> forever you know.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> looked back to see <i>Pithlit</i> standing behind him. He grinned. “Been following me have you?”
“I wanted to know what you were so interested in out here.”
“Right, we’ll I’ve leave you to find that out for yourself.” <i>The Necroscope</i> said as he turned to dive into the pond.
Looking forward though the leeches had already returned to their initial positions. “Damn it, you made me miss my opportunity.”
“They came back as soon as you turned around, I saved your life. Besides, I have a better way of getting over there, if you tell me what you’re so interested in.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> smiled. “I’m listening.”
Two weeks later, the night of the full moon, everyone looked uneasy. It was understandable, by now they hoped they had killed any werewolves among them, but they couldn’t be sure. “This is god damn ridiculous” said <i>im lost.</i> “We’re just going to sit here and hope we don’t die? We’re just going to <i>hope</i> we killed the werewolves?[/i]”
“Not much other choice…” muttered <i>UnderDOG.</i>
“Yeah yeah, spread out and fear for your life. What a great system we have here.” <i>im lost</i> said in frustration.
Nevertheless, the remaining ten left each others sides for the night of the full moon. Tonight they did not bother posting a guard, after all. It hadn’t done much good when they had tried that with <i>Swiftspear.</i> <i>im lost</i> figured the best way of living through the night was to stay somewhere open and awake. That way he would be able to see a werewolf coming, it wouldn’t have a tactical advantage of using trees to cause an ambush, and it wouldn’t do him much good to run if he was asleep.
He knew the perfect area, it was a little meadow he had found while he was off exploring one day, as far as he knew, none of the others knew about it. Positioning himself as close as he could to the center, he had a clear view for at least a quarter of a mile. Not daring to do as much as rest, he sat cross legged in the center of the field for as the full moon glowed above his head. “It’s so beautiful…” he thought looking up at it. “If only it didn’t represent death right now…”
He sat there staring at it pleasantly for a minute. <i>snap.</i> Startled by the one sound in the otherwise quiet night he quickly turned around, his heart pounding with fear. Nothing was there. Standing up gazed over to where the sound had come from, he didn’t see anything. For a moment there was nothing, then he heard the pounding of feet coming from in front of him. Facing forward for a second, <span style='color:red'>im lost</span> lived long enough to see the snout of a werewolf’s mouth looking him in the face before it’s claws pierced his neck, leaving his body and head in two different places.
He had been right about being the only one who had known about the meadow. His friends never saw him again, and when they woke up in the morning and found him missing, they understood the only possible explanation. “Well guys, it looks like someone else is going to die before our nightmare is over.” <i>Petco</i> sighed.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is now Day Three. Day Three will end at <b>9:00 PM EST Sunday January 29.</b> Instalynch is now at <b>5</b>.
Players still left in the game:
Condizzle Petco UnderDOG Renegade BadKarma Necrotic The Necroscope Pithlit Sky
Seeing as we were voting between comprox and karma for the most part yesterday (both of whom seem like wolves to me), and comprox is gone, I’m going to cast my vote for <b>BadKarma</b>.
<!--QuoteBegin-UnderDOG+Jan 26 2005, 11:34 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (UnderDOG @ Jan 26 2005, 11:34 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> You say that Comprox, but it seems that you are just voting for karma so there is a less chance that you yourself will be voted out. This casts suspicion on you because, as you said, if you were a human, there is no particular reason that you would want to win the game since we are all together agaist the wolfs. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> I'll vote for <b>UnderDOG</b>. Why wouldn't he defend himself (well now he's dead? It's not like getting killed (as a human) is going to help the humans win. I'll vote for you because you seem to be someone who shouldn't be trusted.
I also vote for <b>UnderDOG</b> because I find his lack of activity suspicious. But I guess if you were a wolf, you wouldn't have to spend time talking to the humans, would you UnderDOG?
I will also vote for <b>UnderDog</b>. His activity has been nothing but suspicious comments interspersed with long silences. And Petco's quote demonstrates either a wolfish attitude, or a very bad interpretation of how this game is supposed to be played.
<!--QuoteBegin-BadKarma+Jan 28 2005, 06:12 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (BadKarma @ Jan 28 2005, 06:12 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Im voting for <b>Renegade</b>. He was a clear supporter of Comprox. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Not exactly a bad thing. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
After careful consideration, I realize that while I don't really trust UnderDOG, I trust BadKarma even less, so I'm switching my vote to <b>BadKarma</b>.
ByekaName changed from Freak83TorontoJoin Date: 2003-03-13Member: 14484Members, Constellation
edited January 2005
<span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>IT IS NOW NIGHT FOUR, NO POSTING.</span>
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <i>Pithlit</i> sat on a log on the beach sharpening a knife. He heard footsteps shifting through the sand coming up behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He knew who it would be. “Something I can do for you <i>The Necroscope</i>?”
“You said you knew a better way into the cave.”
“Did I?”
“Tell me how.”
<i>Pithlit</i> smiled and continued to scrape the blade against a rock. “You never told me what you’re so interested in there.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> grabbed the back of <i>Pithlit’s</i> shirt and turned him around to face him. “Stop acting like a damn kid! This is crucial so just tell me how to get in! Ow! What the!”
In a mere second <i>Pithlit</i> had used the knife to put a cut in <i>The Necroscope</i>’s leg and reversed the hold so he was now in charge. “Tell me what’s in the cave.” <i>Pithlit</i> said, holding his knife to <i>The Necroscope’s</i> throat. His voice was calm.
“S…silver!” <i>The Necroscope</i> said in fear, as <i>Pithlit</i> let him go.
“You’re sure?”
“Y…yeah….”
They were both silent for a moment before <i>The Necroscope</i> spoke. “Ok I told you what’s in there! Now tell me how to get in!”
“It’s really quite simple you know. It’s a small pond full of fresh water.”
“So?”
“Obviously these leeches do not like salt water such as the ocean which seems to be so plentiful here.”
A couple of days later <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i> gathered four buckets of ocean water and walked to the cave. Being careful to spill as little as possible. When they got to the pond, they threw the warm ocean water in, trying to spread it around as much as they could. “That should take care of most of them do you think?” <i>The Necroscope</i> asked.
“It should take care of many of them yes. But for now we wait.”
“For what?”
But <i>Pithlit</i> just put a finger up to his mouth signaling <i>The Necroscope</i> to be quiet. Five minutes later they heard a voice. “Hey <i>Pithlit</i>, sorry I’m late where are you?” Came the voice of <i>BadKarma</i>.
“What did you bring him here for!?” <i>The Necroscope</i> whispered.
<i>BadKarma</i> emerged from a nearby bush looking around for <i>Pithlit</i>. <i>Pithlit</i> slowly went over towards him from behind and grabbed him. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” <i>BadKarma</i> shouted.
<i>The Necroscope</i> watched as <i>Pithlit</i> stabbed a knife into <span style='color:red'>BadKarma</span> stomach and tossed him into the pond. The remaining leeches immediately latched onto his skin sucking the last bits of life out of him as he sunk to join what was left of <i>Comprox</i>. “Now go!” <i>Pithlit</i> yelled to <i>The Necroscope</i> as he jumped into the lake and emerged on the other side of the pond leech free. <i>The Necroscope</i> quickly followed suite arriving without a leech on his body either. “Now let’s get some silver.” <i>Pithlit</i> said slyly.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is now Night Four. I need a PM from (any remaining) wolves, the Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The Psychic (if alive) will be getting your third PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves.
Night Four will end when I have gotten the PM’s and have a chance to post the next story. (Should be within 24 hours).
EDIT: Ack, bad mistake on my part pointed out by im lost. Sorry, BadKarma died, not UnderDOG. >_<
EDIT2: Also, I know I typed Sunday for Day Three to end. I put Sunday down, and had Saturday in my head ever since. I don't know why I put Sunday down, I never make it more than 48 hours. I feel really bad about this mistake, sorry guys.
ByekaName changed from Freak83TorontoJoin Date: 2003-03-13Member: 14484Members, Constellation
edited January 2005
<span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>IT IS NOW DAY FOUR, POST AWAY.</span>
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <i>Sky</i> watched from a distance as <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i> walked into camp, it looked as if they were carrying something beneath their shirts. “Hey have you guys seen <i>BadKarma</i>?”
<i>Pithlit</i> looked over at <i>Sky</i> with a mean glance. “He’s dead.” he said with a sneer.
<i>Sky</i> went over to <i>Condizzle</i> who was gnawing on the bones of a fish; food was scarce right now. “Well another one is gone.” <i>Sky</i> said.
<i>Condizzle</i> shrugged. It wasn’t his concern. The group of once close friends now cared nothing for each other, their own self being was the most important to them. <i>Sky</i> looked back at the campfire area. The pot they had been using to boil water was gone. So were <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i>. “What are those two up to…” He wondered.
Nothing was happening around camp these days anymore. It seemed like everyone had more or less given up on trying to do anything. They were hungry, tired, and had no energy left. Only <i>Petco</i> was active one rainy afternoon as he couldn’t stand to lay around anymore and went into the jungle to collect logs for a fire. With only a slight bit of energy he trudged along the wet leafy floor listening to the sounds of animals as he walked. Suddenly he tripped over something, he looked back and squinted to see a fine piece of string tied between two trees. “Who put that there…” He said quietly.
He got up and took a couple of steps forward when the ground suddenly collapsed beneath him as he fell into a pit. His leg made a grotesque snap upon landing, it was broken. “Ahhh!” <i>Petco</i> cried in pain. “Somebody help me!”
“No-one can save you, you’re dead.” Came a voice from above.
“A friend, at least I used to be until I became a werewolf.”
“What do you want!? Why are you doing this to us!?” <i>Petco</i> yelled up in disbelief.
“You and your fellow humans will die. Once we became werewolves we knew what true power is. Killing on the night of the full moon has been fun, but it’s only a matter of time before we’re rescued from this island. And when that time comes, humans do not deserve to live on. Goodbye old friend.”
With that, dirt began to be thrown into the pit were <span style='color:red'>Petco</span> lay. He started coughing as it fell on him. It kept piling up, eventually smothering him, being unable to move with his broken leg. He died being buried alive, and the rest of the group never knew what happened to him when he disappeared that one rainy day.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is now Day Four. Day Four will end at <b>Tuesday February 1, at 9:00 PM EST.</b> (Yes that’s exactly when it will end that time, Tuesday ok?)
Instalynch is at <b>4</b>.
Lastly, because of the mess up in times for the end of the last day. Necrotic will not have a phantom vote against him.
Players still left in the game: Condizzle UnderDOG Renegade Necrotic The Necroscope Pithlit Sky
I still vote for <b> UnderDOG </b>. I think it's too late for the humans now though <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> .
Well it was fun, but I knew I was going to die sometime this day or the next day (game time). Good luck <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> .
I believe that is an insta-lynch. Lemme kill him! Plz plz pleeeeeease! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
ByekaName changed from Freak83TorontoJoin Date: 2003-03-13Member: 14484Members, Constellation
edited January 2005
<span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>IT IS NOW NIGHT FIVE, NO POSTING.</span>
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun was red as it rose the morning after <i>Petco</i> had died. “It’s sometimes said that a red sun symbolizes death the previous night.” <i>Necrotic</i> said looking at it.
The now small group sat there staring at the morning view for a while, eventually <i>UnderDOG</i> broke the peaceful silence. “I’m going to try and catch something to eat.”
Grabbing a handmade hunting spear <i>UnderDOG</i> jogged off into the jungle, the group watched him go. “<i>Petco</i> never came back.” <i>Renegade</i> pointed out.
“Think he’s dead?” asked <i>Condizzle.</i>
“More than likely.” Answered <i>Necrotic</i>.
“But how? There was no full moon and we never voted to kill him.” Said <i>The Necroscope.</i>
“There must still be some werewolves among us. <i>And</i> they must be thinking freely. I don’t think they lose their minds when they transform. They must be set on killing all the humans, regardless of the time of day.” <i>Sky</i> suggested.
“Well then, we should kill someone else if there are still wolves among us” <i>Pithlit</i> said.
“Then let’s make it <i>UnderDOG</i>. He’s not even around right now. It will be easy to kill him.” <i>Condizzle</i> suggested.
The group nodded in agreement. “Let me kill him, it’s been a while since I’ve had some fun, and I’m just dieing for the sport.” Said <i>Necrotic</i>. His violent mind had only gotten worse in their nightmare.
“Alright then, we’ll wait here for your return.” <i>Pithlit</i> said to him.
<i>Necrotic</i> got up, grabbed their knife and ran off into the jungle after <i>UnderDOG</i>. He silently walked along, following the footsteps in <i>UnderDOG</i>’s trail. It didn’t take long for him to reach <i>UnderDOG</i> who had his back turned and was facing a boar near the side of a cliff overlooking the beach. He silently crept up behind him, softly crunching leaves as he walked. <i>Necrotic</i> approached nearer and nearer, <i>UnderDOG</i> still watching his boar prey. <i>Necrotic</i> posed ready to strike with his knife. His arm stretched back, he pushed forward and – “Don’t even think about it.”
<i>UnderDOG</i> had turned around and grabbed his wrist in mid swing. <i>Necrotic</i> had a look of shock in his face. His prey wasn’t supposed to fight back! <i>UnderDOG</i> grabbed the knife out of his hand in a heartbeat and threw it away. “If you plan to kill me, then do it with honour you filthy stalker.”
<i>Necrotic</i> grinned and with his free hand punched <i>UnderDOG</i> in the stomach knocking him to the ground in agony. “Ugh, is that all you’ve got?” He said standing up holding his stomach for a second before throwing a swing at <i>Necrotic.</i>
<i>Necrotic</i> took a few steps back in effect of getting hit in the mouth. Blood poured out of his tooth where he had been hit. He ran to the side of the cliff and stood beside it. “Think you can knock me off <i>UnderDOG?</i>”
<i>UnderDOG</i> smiled walking towards <i>Necrotic</i>. He wasn’t going to fall for this, he knew all the tricks he could pull on him. He would simply knock <i>Necrotic</i> off before he could pull any of them. “You’re a pain trying to kill me like this. Time for you to die <i>Necrotic.</i>”
<i>UnderDOG</i> walked towards him, pushing him off would be easy… except. “Hey what the! AHHH!”
<i>Condizzle</i> had appeared behind <span style='color:red'>UnderDOG</span> and had pushed him off the cliff. He fell down to the rocky bottom, banging against the side of the wall as he fell down screaming all the way. When he reached the bottom his body literally exploded upon impact. <i>UnderDOG</i> was no more.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is now Night Five. I need PM’s from (any remaining) wolves. The Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The Psychic (if alive) will be their fourth PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves.
Night will end when I get the PM(‘s) and have a chance to post the next story. (Should be within 24 hours).
Also... wow short day oO
EDIT (after Condizzle's post): I had actually pre-typed that story with your name in that spot prior to your post requesting you be the one in story to kill him. You actually being the one to do it was completely coincidental. <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->
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Stuck between deciding to kill <i>BadKarma</i> or <i>Comprox.</i> They were sure one of them was <i>Swiftspear’s</i> murderer, caught red handed. “I’ll do it.” said <i>Necrotic</i>, who after killing one person seemed ok to do more.
“I’ll help.” Said <i>im lost</i>.
“Alright”
“Where are they?” asked <i>Condizzle in rage.</i>
“Over there!” Pointed <i>Renegade</i> to the edge of the jungle semi-near them.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on here. <i>Comprox</i> and <i>BadKarma</i> saw <i>Renegade</i> pointing the group towards him, and saw <i>Necrotic</i> and <i>im lost</i> come charging his direction. They turned and bolted into the jungle pushing branches away and leaping over fallen logs. They could hear the feet of the others running right behind him – and the feet behind them were getting closer. <i>Comprox</i> made a quick maneuver to his left but <i>Necrotic</i> saw this as an opportunity and leapt at him knocking him down. <i>BadKarma</i> not noticing kept running. “Please! Don’t do this! It’s not me I swear!” <i>Comprox</i> shouted.
“Shut up and die werewolf!” <i>Necrotic</i> said to him, keeping him on his back by pushing his foot down into his stomach.
<i>Comprox</i> looked over to his side and saw <i>im lost</i> coming towards him carrying a large pole like branch. “You know it’s not me! Stop!” <i>Comprox</i> yelled to him but his screams were futile.
<i>im lost</i> swung with all his might smashing the curved log into <span style='color:red'>Comprox’s</span> skull. His nose was broken and most of his teeth had fallen out. One eye had been pushed right into the back of the socket. He brought the log down on his head a second time! A third time! Five more times before he finally stopped in exhaustion. <i>Comprox’s</i> head no longer even remotely resembled a head.
Splattered in blood, <i>im lost</i> and <i>Necrotic</i> walked slowly back to camp satisfied with their work. <i>BadKarma</i> could live for now. There would be no more burying their victims, since everyone’s killer instinct seemed to have become active now. From now on, there would be no mercy. A vote to kill was a vote to kill, they wouldn’t vote to kill someone unless they were sure they were a werewolf. Whoever was chosen, deserved to die.
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It is now Night Three. I need votes from (any remaining) wolves. The Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The psychic (if alive) will be getting your second PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves. Night ends once I get the PM(‘s) and I have a chance to post the next story. (should be within 24 hours)
I'd also like to point out that as the votes were 5 for Comprox, 5 for BadKarma. This vote was done randomly, via coin toss.
Good luck guys, I'll stick around to edit the topic!
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Early one morning a couple of weeks after <i>Comprox</i> died, <i>The Necroscope</i> returned to the cave. This time however, he had a plan to get inside of it. He rushed off to the spot where they <i>Comprox</i> had been murdered, he knew he was getting close as the smell of rotting corpse was too powerful. “Ugh, that’s disgusting.” He thought as he reached it.
Various animals had been eating away at the flesh, it looked like some large animal had walked off with the leg. “I should have done this earlier, while there was more meat.” He muttered to himself walking over to the body and throwing it over his shoulder.
It wasn’t very heavy anymore as much of it was missing, but he lugged it along towards the cave and leech infested pond guarding it. Getting to it, he put the corpse down for a moment to catch his breath. A minute later he stood up and tossed the body with his remaining strength into the pond. The leeches in the area swarmed it as it sank, within half a minute it looked as if there was nothing in sight. <i>The Necroscope</i> got in a diving position ready to jump into the water when – “How are you going to get back? The leeches won’t go after <i>that</i> forever you know.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> looked back to see <i>Pithlit</i> standing behind him. He grinned. “Been following me have you?”
“I wanted to know what you were so interested in out here.”
“Right, we’ll I’ve leave you to find that out for yourself.” <i>The Necroscope</i> said as he turned to dive into the pond.
Looking forward though the leeches had already returned to their initial positions. “Damn it, you made me miss my opportunity.”
“They came back as soon as you turned around, I saved your life. Besides, I have a better way of getting over there, if you tell me what you’re so interested in.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> smiled. “I’m listening.”
Two weeks later, the night of the full moon, everyone looked uneasy. It was understandable, by now they hoped they had killed any werewolves among them, but they couldn’t be sure. “This is god damn ridiculous” said <i>im lost.</i> “We’re just going to sit here and hope we don’t die? We’re just going to <i>hope</i> we killed the werewolves?[/i]”
“Not much other choice…” muttered <i>UnderDOG.</i>
“It’s getting dark, we’d better spread out.” Suggested <i>Sky.</i>
“Yeah yeah, spread out and fear for your life. What a great system we have here.” <i>im lost</i> said in frustration.
Nevertheless, the remaining ten left each others sides for the night of the full moon. Tonight they did not bother posting a guard, after all. It hadn’t done much good when they had tried that with <i>Swiftspear.</i> <i>im lost</i> figured the best way of living through the night was to stay somewhere open and awake. That way he would be able to see a werewolf coming, it wouldn’t have a tactical advantage of using trees to cause an ambush, and it wouldn’t do him much good to run if he was asleep.
He knew the perfect area, it was a little meadow he had found while he was off exploring one day, as far as he knew, none of the others knew about it. Positioning himself as close as he could to the center, he had a clear view for at least a quarter of a mile. Not daring to do as much as rest, he sat cross legged in the center of the field for as the full moon glowed above his head. “It’s so beautiful…” he thought looking up at it. “If only it didn’t represent death right now…”
He sat there staring at it pleasantly for a minute. <i>snap.</i> Startled by the one sound in the otherwise quiet night he quickly turned around, his heart pounding with fear. Nothing was there. Standing up gazed over to where the sound had come from, he didn’t see anything. For a moment there was nothing, then he heard the pounding of feet coming from in front of him. Facing forward for a second, <span style='color:red'>im lost</span> lived long enough to see the snout of a werewolf’s mouth looking him in the face before it’s claws pierced his neck, leaving his body and head in two different places.
He had been right about being the only one who had known about the meadow. His friends never saw him again, and when they woke up in the morning and found him missing, they understood the only possible explanation. “Well guys, it looks like someone else is going to die before our nightmare is over.” <i>Petco</i> sighed.
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It is now Day Three. Day Three will end at <b>9:00 PM EST Sunday January 29.</b>
Instalynch is now at <b>5</b>.
Players still left in the game:
Condizzle
Petco
UnderDOG
Renegade
BadKarma
Necrotic
The Necroscope
Pithlit
Sky
I'll vote for <b>UnderDOG</b>. Why wouldn't he defend himself (well now he's dead? It's not like getting killed (as a human) is going to help the humans win. I'll vote for you because you seem to be someone who shouldn't be trusted.
Seems to be good at avoiding giving away/sharing information.
Not exactly a bad thing. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Let's hope to get a little more action here before the day ends.
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<i>Pithlit</i> sat on a log on the beach sharpening a knife. He heard footsteps shifting through the sand coming up behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He knew who it would be. “Something I can do for you <i>The Necroscope</i>?”
“You said you knew a better way into the cave.”
“Did I?”
“Tell me how.”
<i>Pithlit</i> smiled and continued to scrape the blade against a rock. “You never told me what you’re so interested in there.”
<i>The Necroscope</i> grabbed the back of <i>Pithlit’s</i> shirt and turned him around to face him. “Stop acting like a damn kid! This is crucial so just tell me how to get in! Ow! What the!”
In a mere second <i>Pithlit</i> had used the knife to put a cut in <i>The Necroscope</i>’s leg and reversed the hold so he was now in charge. “Tell me what’s in the cave.” <i>Pithlit</i> said, holding his knife to <i>The Necroscope’s</i> throat. His voice was calm.
“S…silver!” <i>The Necroscope</i> said in fear, as <i>Pithlit</i> let him go.
“You’re sure?”
“Y…yeah….”
They were both silent for a moment before <i>The Necroscope</i> spoke. “Ok I told you what’s in there! Now tell me how to get in!”
“It’s really quite simple you know. It’s a small pond full of fresh water.”
“So?”
“Obviously these leeches do not like salt water such as the ocean which seems to be so plentiful here.”
A couple of days later <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i> gathered four buckets of ocean water and walked to the cave. Being careful to spill as little as possible. When they got to the pond, they threw the warm ocean water in, trying to spread it around as much as they could. “That should take care of most of them do you think?” <i>The Necroscope</i> asked.
“It should take care of many of them yes. But for now we wait.”
“For what?”
But <i>Pithlit</i> just put a finger up to his mouth signaling <i>The Necroscope</i> to be quiet. Five minutes later they heard a voice. “Hey <i>Pithlit</i>, sorry I’m late where are you?” Came the voice of <i>BadKarma</i>.
“What did you bring him here for!?” <i>The Necroscope</i> whispered.
<i>BadKarma</i> emerged from a nearby bush looking around for <i>Pithlit</i>. <i>Pithlit</i> slowly went over towards him from behind and grabbed him. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” <i>BadKarma</i> shouted.
<i>The Necroscope</i> watched as <i>Pithlit</i> stabbed a knife into <span style='color:red'>BadKarma</span> stomach and tossed him into the pond. The remaining leeches immediately latched onto his skin sucking the last bits of life out of him as he sunk to join what was left of <i>Comprox</i>. “Now go!” <i>Pithlit</i> yelled to <i>The Necroscope</i> as he jumped into the lake and emerged on the other side of the pond leech free. <i>The Necroscope</i> quickly followed suite arriving without a leech on his body either. “Now let’s get some silver.” <i>Pithlit</i> said slyly.
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It is now Night Four. I need a PM from (any remaining) wolves, the Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The Psychic (if alive) will be getting your third PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves.
Night Four will end when I have gotten the PM’s and have a chance to post the next story. (Should be within 24 hours).
EDIT: Ack, bad mistake on my part pointed out by im lost. Sorry, BadKarma died, not UnderDOG. >_<
EDIT2: Also, I know I typed Sunday for Day Three to end. I put Sunday down, and had Saturday in my head ever since. I don't know why I put Sunday down, I never make it more than 48 hours. I feel really bad about this mistake, sorry guys.
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<i>Sky</i> watched from a distance as <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i> walked into camp, it looked as if they were carrying something beneath their shirts. “Hey have you guys seen <i>BadKarma</i>?”
<i>Pithlit</i> looked over at <i>Sky</i> with a mean glance. “He’s dead.” he said with a sneer.
<i>Sky</i> went over to <i>Condizzle</i> who was gnawing on the bones of a fish; food was scarce right now. “Well another one is gone.” <i>Sky</i> said.
<i>Condizzle</i> shrugged. It wasn’t his concern. The group of once close friends now cared nothing for each other, their own self being was the most important to them. <i>Sky</i> looked back at the campfire area. The pot they had been using to boil water was gone. So were <i>Pithlit</i> and <i>The Necroscope</i>. “What are those two up to…” He wondered.
Nothing was happening around camp these days anymore. It seemed like everyone had more or less given up on trying to do anything. They were hungry, tired, and had no energy left. Only <i>Petco</i> was active one rainy afternoon as he couldn’t stand to lay around anymore and went into the jungle to collect logs for a fire. With only a slight bit of energy he trudged along the wet leafy floor listening to the sounds of animals as he walked. Suddenly he tripped over something, he looked back and squinted to see a fine piece of string tied between two trees. “Who put that there…” He said quietly.
He got up and took a couple of steps forward when the ground suddenly collapsed beneath him as he fell into a pit. His leg made a grotesque snap upon landing, it was broken. “Ahhh!” <i>Petco</i> cried in pain. “Somebody help me!”
“No-one can save you, you’re dead.” Came a voice from above.
Panic stricken <i>Petco</i> shouted out. “Who’s there!?”
“A friend, at least I used to be until I became a werewolf.”
“What do you want!? Why are you doing this to us!?” <i>Petco</i> yelled up in disbelief.
“You and your fellow humans will die. Once we became werewolves we knew what true power is. Killing on the night of the full moon has been fun, but it’s only a matter of time before we’re rescued from this island. And when that time comes, humans do not deserve to live on. Goodbye old friend.”
With that, dirt began to be thrown into the pit were <span style='color:red'>Petco</span> lay. He started coughing as it fell on him. It kept piling up, eventually smothering him, being unable to move with his broken leg. He died being buried alive, and the rest of the group never knew what happened to him when he disappeared that one rainy day.
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It is now Day Four. Day Four will end at <b>Tuesday February 1, at 9:00 PM EST.</b> (Yes that’s exactly when it will end that time, Tuesday ok?)
Instalynch is at <b>4</b>.
Lastly, because of the mess up in times for the end of the last day. Necrotic will not have a phantom vote against him.
Players still left in the game:
Condizzle
UnderDOG
Renegade
Necrotic
The Necroscope
Pithlit
Sky
And cheers for letting me off on that vote, I came to make my vote and the day was already over o_O
A little bird told me ^^
NOWWWW!!!!!
MUHAHAHAH!
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The sun was red as it rose the morning after <i>Petco</i> had died. “It’s sometimes said that a red sun symbolizes death the previous night.” <i>Necrotic</i> said looking at it.
The now small group sat there staring at the morning view for a while, eventually <i>UnderDOG</i> broke the peaceful silence. “I’m going to try and catch something to eat.”
Grabbing a handmade hunting spear <i>UnderDOG</i> jogged off into the jungle, the group watched him go. “<i>Petco</i> never came back.” <i>Renegade</i> pointed out.
“Think he’s dead?” asked <i>Condizzle.</i>
“More than likely.” Answered <i>Necrotic</i>.
“But how? There was no full moon and we never voted to kill him.” Said <i>The Necroscope.</i>
“There must still be some werewolves among us. <i>And</i> they must be thinking freely. I don’t think they lose their minds when they transform. They must be set on killing all the humans, regardless of the time of day.” <i>Sky</i> suggested.
“Well then, we should kill someone else if there are still wolves among us” <i>Pithlit</i> said.
“Then let’s make it <i>UnderDOG</i>. He’s not even around right now. It will be easy to kill him.” <i>Condizzle</i> suggested.
The group nodded in agreement. “Let me kill him, it’s been a while since I’ve had some fun, and I’m just dieing for the sport.” Said <i>Necrotic</i>. His violent mind had only gotten worse in their nightmare.
“Alright then, we’ll wait here for your return.” <i>Pithlit</i> said to him.
<i>Necrotic</i> got up, grabbed their knife and ran off into the jungle after <i>UnderDOG</i>. He silently walked along, following the footsteps in <i>UnderDOG</i>’s trail. It didn’t take long for him to reach <i>UnderDOG</i> who had his back turned and was facing a boar near the side of a cliff overlooking the beach. He silently crept up behind him, softly crunching leaves as he walked. <i>Necrotic</i> approached nearer and nearer, <i>UnderDOG</i> still watching his boar prey. <i>Necrotic</i> posed ready to strike with his knife. His arm stretched back, he pushed forward and – “Don’t even think about it.”
<i>UnderDOG</i> had turned around and grabbed his wrist in mid swing. <i>Necrotic</i> had a look of shock in his face. His prey wasn’t supposed to fight back! <i>UnderDOG</i> grabbed the knife out of his hand in a heartbeat and threw it away. “If you plan to kill me, then do it with honour you filthy stalker.”
<i>Necrotic</i> grinned and with his free hand punched <i>UnderDOG</i> in the stomach knocking him to the ground in agony. “Ugh, is that all you’ve got?” He said standing up holding his stomach for a second before throwing a swing at <i>Necrotic.</i>
<i>Necrotic</i> took a few steps back in effect of getting hit in the mouth. Blood poured out of his tooth where he had been hit. He ran to the side of the cliff and stood beside it. “Think you can knock me off <i>UnderDOG?</i>”
<i>UnderDOG</i> smiled walking towards <i>Necrotic</i>. He wasn’t going to fall for this, he knew all the tricks he could pull on him. He would simply knock <i>Necrotic</i> off before he could pull any of them. “You’re a pain trying to kill me like this. Time for you to die <i>Necrotic.</i>”
<i>UnderDOG</i> walked towards him, pushing him off would be easy… except. “Hey what the! AHHH!”
<i>Condizzle</i> had appeared behind <span style='color:red'>UnderDOG</span> and had pushed him off the cliff. He fell down to the rocky bottom, banging against the side of the wall as he fell down screaming all the way. When he reached the bottom his body literally exploded upon impact. <i>UnderDOG</i> was no more.
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It is now Night Five. I need PM’s from (any remaining) wolves. The Seer (if alive), and the Guardian (if alive). The Psychic (if alive) will be their fourth PM from me tonight regarding the amount of remaining wolves.
Night will end when I get the PM(‘s) and have a chance to post the next story. (Should be within 24 hours).
Also... wow short day oO
EDIT (after Condizzle's post): I had actually pre-typed that story with your name in that spot prior to your post requesting you be the one in story to kill him. You actually being the one to do it was completely coincidental. <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->