The Werewolves of TSR - Round 5: Night one

It is never too early! Not sure if you read it, but I explained how my Round Three lover and I found out or correctly guessed everyone's roles on N1-N2

Fair enough...I have to ask as some people could have knowledge

To be fair though, between you, you already knew the roles of 5 key players!

Too early for me then, maybe! I did read that though, very impressive

Too early for me then, maybe! I did read that though, very impressive



Of course, fingers crossed that someone has!

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True Lovers have that advantage if they are both powerful roles, albeit they still remain the least likely to win.


Like Labrador said, I admit we did start off knowing 5 key people and one of the other powerful roles was obvious as hell (I mean, I knew one and guessed the second while he knew four. I then guessed two and he guessed the last one. Best teamwork ever.)

Just discuss enough, dear village, and you will know who is who soon

Your deduction was still very impressive

Trying my hardest to initiate some discussion!

Thank you

You are doing great!

I've voted for @Steljoy bc they're the only voter so far who hasn't contributed a reason as to why they've voted for the person who they voted for which makes me think theyre trying to sneak under the radar

Not the greatest reason i know but I didnt really wanna vote randomly

But.. I am probably the best person to trust in the village!

Not that it matters now but my defence speech gained me another vote.
Not to self: Stop writing awful defence speeches.

Are you trying to tell us something @Steljoy ?

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Rip shadow and OGGUS :/
I will miss you, fellow team purple member

Disclaimer: Literally nothing in the story should be taken as indications of roles, it is all for fun

None could pretend that the afternoon had been easy. The dark cloud of suspicion descended quickly, slowed only by the lingering despair at the death of Dreamliner. The only solace to be taken was that there were now two people in the village who at least had each other to support them. But it did not take long for looks of sorrow to turn skeptical and accusatory.

Labrador immediately took charge, attempting to elicit discussion from the villagers as to anything they may have seen, heard, smelt, suspected or even dreamed. It was hard going, despite her desperate yipping and yapping and even the occasional bark. No one had seen anything, no one had heard anything and no one knew anything. It had been too traumatic a 24 hours for some – they couldn't bring themselves to say very much at all.

To Labrador's further dismay, several people went up to the ballot box and entered a name without any preamble. Though after some pestering, it turned out that most people voted randomly – resorting to various arcane methods of selection. It was likely that most people just wanted to vote to try and make sure it wasn't them going to the gallows.

As dusk fell, DÖRIS began clicking and whirring. The ballot papers were collected up and flicked through with a satisfying purr. Then,

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Finally a single slip of paper emerged. Labrador trotted up, picked it up and turned to face the assembled villagers. Her eyes fell on one person.


OGGUS





What do people want from life? Really, truly, deep down? I used to ask myself this question every single day. Sure, there was work, tapping away at a computer day in, day out – hardly fulfilling! Friends! People to hang out with, do things with – but then they would go home, they had their own lives.

It was all so frustrating.

I couldn't tell you when I realised it. I think it crept up on me, you know? Maturity, hormones and some worldly experience. You don't just wake up one day with that eureka feeling, nope, it's more that you suddenly realise you know the answer and that you've known it for some time. It's a bit like flicking on the light and finding out you'd already built a wardrobe in the corner.

What am I getting at? Well, I know what I want now. I know what will complete me. I want a wife. Someone who will join their life to my own, who will share those ups and soothe over the downs. This is what I want from life. This is why I'm moving to Werewood.
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No one moved for 10 seconds. Then 20. Finally 30. A vote is one thing, action is another. Labrador, so strong in leadership before, dithered... Could she do it? This was not hot blooded, spur of the moment, life or death. This was cold, hard and real.

Everyone looked to Labrador, who did not move. So no one moved.

Kraggor dashes inside the village hall and seizes the six-shooter. The villagers draw back. OGGUS grins uncertainly. Labrador howls and dives for the gun. A gunshot. A body hits the ground. OGGUS continues grinning. The villagers look down at their fallen neighbour. OGGUS looks down, his face falls, stricken. Kraggor fires again. OGGUS falls.

In his last moments of life, OGGUS reaches for Shadowdweller's hand, clasping it in his own. His lover who had taken a bullet for him. Their love had burned for but the briefest of moments and then, finally, the legacy of Dreamliner flickered out.

There was nothing but stunned silence. It was immediately obvious that two innocent villagers had been gunned down, worse, two lovers.

And night had come.

Required actions
Those of you with night actions will receive a PM in due course, please respond with your action
Submit a final will, if you have any words to share


Night will run until tomorrow evening – I'm out during the day and therefore won't be able to write it up until then.




@Michiyo as requested.

First the Cupid, now the lovers. Seems like this round hates love in general.

@OGGUS and @shadowdweller Sorry it was such a short game for you both