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   It was the beginning of the Christmas season, and he was heartened to see that despite the war’s rationing there was still a rousing fire in the fireplace. He had not seen Inspector Crowe for some days, but there the man was, writing letters – no doubt working on another of his cases.No doubt intent upon his work, it took the detective some time to notice his friend, but when he did there was a smile upon his face.

   “Hola, mi amigo,” he cried, “I must apologize most profusely for neglecting you these past few weeks, but I am at work on what I believe will be considered my most important case. But that it is good to see you! Indeed, I am organizing a little reunión in connection with it.”

   Crowe got up, taking most of the letters with him. Left behind was a brochure for a small boarding house in the south of England – and a letter addressed to his friend. He ran his eyes over it, taking in the salient points. “Warmsley Inn...” “your instructions...” “murders.”

...

   The letter was unsettling, to be sure, but it was the last line that gave him pause. He looked up, confused. “What the devil," he thought, "can he mean by this mention of werewolves?”

And he wondered, once again, what was happening at the Warmsley Inn...

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Let's have a nice Edwardian Mystery together, shall we?

More information to come, but if you're looking for a baseline, you can look up The Mousetrap  (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mousetrap) and see what we're going for here.

One of the problems with normal Werewolf games is the overwhelming power of the Seers and the relative uselessness of ordinary players. As you may know, detective fiction of this time (especially Christie's stuff) relied heavily on archetypes -- a story would always have a detective, usually an assistant, a retired army man, etc etc. Why not a game wherein everyone's role is hinted at in their identity, which would be public... and in which everyone, therefore, would have a special ability? That's the basic idea here, with a few twists here and there.

Feel free to sign up now if you like.



Current members:

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell
Ashkin
SirNiko
Wade McGillis
Nix
Fission Mailed
poe

Nice setting! I'm in.

Me too. I hope I'll last longer than the last game ;)

I'm in

Not if i kill him during the prologue night!

We've got seven people so far. I think probably twelve is a minimum to really have a good go of it, but if necessary we'll start with less.

So we have to figure out who the werewolf among men is?

12 is the minimum from what I've tested. Below 12, the power roles will get too good too fast, and it just isn't as fun; if there's an average of 2 killed per night (which there isn't always), that means that the game will dwindle to 4 people within 4 nights. And that's just no fun. I usually try to go for 15.

I'll do it

I'm game

I can't tell if Poe meant that he wanted to sign up or not. Either way, we're almost to twelve, but I'm hoping for fifteen. If we manage to hit that number, I'll probably shut off signups. Does this sound fair to everyone?

I'm interested if I was right in thinking we have to deduct who the werewolf is.

Yes, this is the object of werewolf.

We've got eleven. Hopefully a few more will be interested; in the meantime I'll finish writing up the roles.

*ahem*

Goddamn. Alright, whether or not anyone else signs up we'll start tomorrow. I'll send out the roles today.

Dang, I'm on Vacation until Sunday night. I might be quiet for part of the first day, depending on how long that takes.

I've sent out the roles! Check your PMs and send any questions my way.

One gameplay mechanic this time is evidence which is incontrovertible. If you wish to reveal some, post it in red bold font to designate it as such.

If you post something as incontrovertible when you do not have the right to do so, there will be consequences.


Writeup of Day Zero will be up in the morning, to give you all time to ask any questions that might arise. I'm sorry it took so long to get going, but I really had hoped we'd get more players.

    The snow was coming down heavily as the first guests pulled into the Warmsley Arms garage. Doctor Tanner, the first to arrive, was in the dining room with SirNiko listening to the wireless weather service rather languidly; it seemed more and more snow was forecast over the next few days. Why Geeze had chosen such a desolate spot to place his hotel is a mystery known only to him, but still not so much a mystery as the placard in the dining room inviting all guests to a talk that evening by the famous Inspector Crowe.

    Nine guests were all that arrived before the road was  blocked; a large amount for the season to be sure but fewer than the Inspector had invited. It was fortunate, then, that the key players had all arrived, and were sitting in the lobby waiting with ever-increasing levels of impatience – Abraham YG had needed a chair for her rheumatism, Fission Mailed had not understood the sign and had come in a wholly unsuitable outfit (the others in the party silently condemned foreigners to their British shore), and so on. Still, his words brought them all to attention:

    “Mis amigos,” he said, “I have brought you here for a little reunion to give you the facts about a case I have been working most, most carefully these past few weeks  on a case of some interest to all of you. There have been deaths these past few years that I have noticed admit of no rational explanation. I am sure that some of you have seen the same, yes? Muy bien but that I need you to understand the real cause of this.
   
    It is werewolves!”

    His audience was cast into a state of disarray. Even Poe uttered such words as a man of the cloth should not be heard to say. This was madness, it was a joke, it was idiocy –
“I have proof of this. There are, in fact, some among us today. If you look into your past, you will see events that prove it to you, too.

    Tomorrow, I will reveal all. I merely wish to prepare you. Buenas noches.”

    He seemed calm as he walked to his room and turned in, despite the early hour. Only someone with keen hearing could have heard the click of several locks turned into place. or the slide of heavy furniture against the door. Whether this was madness or folly, it was clearly serious to him.

    No doubt several of the guests would have fled that day, but Geeze came with the news that the snow had finally blocked the roads irreparably; they would all be stuck in the hotel for the foreseeable future. At least, he consoled them, the supplies of tea would hold out for weeks if need be, even if the food might not.



And with that,

DAY ZERO BEGINS


Anyone with actions at the start of the game should get their responses to me with alacrity. Apart from that, feel free to introduce yourselves. Noone's dead yet, so there won't be a lynching today.

"Well, this is a jolly pickle." Ashkin muses, walking to the front of the room. "Surely, we are not so daft as to believe that werewolves really exist. However, if such a thing really were to exist, I'm sure that that man will be dead by morning. For now, I suppose we must merely wait out the snowstorm with that madman." He punctuates his spiel with a sip from a cup of tea. Posh-like.

Inanimate squirms on the plush chair in the lobby.
He's never been very comfortable, no matter where he is, no matter who he's with. A boy with an awkward, lanky figure since birth, he's used to life trampling all over him. But it doesn't keep Inanimate from getting nervous about it. Trying to escape his implacable anxiety with traveling and vacations helps... but not much.

"Oh. Oh, oh my..." He sputters, staring at his shoes intently. "Man, I picked a bad time to be on vacation..." Inanimate sighs, and mumbles quietly, his mutterings muffled by the fact his face is currently buried deep within his hands. After a few seconds, he looks up at the assembled people, and sighs.

"Well... as a traveler, I can, uh... confirm that werewolves could be a threat, that is to say, they, they are existent. Erm," Inanimate pauses, gathering his frantic and disarrayed thoughts. "Werewolves do exist. I think. Maybe." Inanimate pauses to consider this, then shakes his head and returns to what he was saying.

"They aren't just bedtime stories... My great-grandpappy, many years ago, survived a dreadful werewolf rampage in his town, saved only by God's hand, as he said... uh." Inanimate chews his nail, mulling over his words carefully. "But that's probably... probably a story for a different time, like, for not right now. I guess."

Inanimate moans, and collapses back into the couch. Apparently he's done talking for right now.

"The mumblings of a madman." Ashkin says, obviously perturbed at having his word disputed. "Your grandfather was most likely daft- werewolves do not and can not exist. I live in a sane world constructed of logical rules, and werewolves do not fit into it. Our dear inspector crowe most likely saw a larger-than-usual dog roaming about at night after having a bit too much brandy."

Inanimate shrinks into his couch, and mumbles a bit. He notices an exasperated look from Ashkin, and winces as he speaks up.

"That could, uh, be true. Very well could possibly even be the case, as it were." Inanimate sighs, and continues, with a flinch. "But I, uh, I do think werewolves... are real. And I think... uh... I don't think you're right. That is to say, I think you're, uh, mistaken. Or even, perhaps, maybe wrong."

Inanimate quivers, unable to meet Ashkin's stare. He obviously exerted a lot of willpower to express even this much.

Ashkin gives one final glare to Inanimate before turning away and taking another sip from his teacup. "Well, I suppose one of us will be proved wrong come morning. So it's just a waiting game now." And with that, he walks over to a couch and falls into it, stretching himself out and relaxing.

"I've never seen a werewolf myself, but I've heard stories..." With a click of the dial, SirNiko hushed the radio. The roads had already closed, and hearing the radio repeat this detail wasn't going to solve the dilemma. Instead he busied himself with procuring additional chairs for the incoming guests. With the room prepped and ready, he smoothed out the tablecloth.

"... but I'm not sure what to believe. I've heard all kinds. Gruesome murders, some. Others where the victim disappears with no trace. They could be the ramblings of idiots, that's always a possibility."

SirNiko glanced at the clock and pursed his lips.

"If the inspector believes in werewolves, I think we ought to give him a good measure of trust. Keep our ears open, until we can prove decisively that he is wrong. And if we can't... give him all the assistance we can muster."

SirNiko glanced at the clock again. "I'll be back..."

(Off on vacation. I'll be back Sunday night!)

By the way, don't forget to CC me with any Private Messages you may send -- I may need them. I think everyone who needed to do something has done so, so the day will end in a few hours and we'll go right into the proper part of this thing, yes?

Poe pulls out his robe and priest hat; he dawns them on his head. My sons I am afraid we are stuck here for the time being, so we may as well hear out what the good detective has to say.

"It appears we're in for a mystery!" Nix lets out the last word slowly and with relish, an almost too-jovial grin on his face.

"I do say I feared my life was growing rather dull. Whatever this man has to say, I don't think I can bear to wait until morning! I surely shan't be sleeping a blink tonight, what with werewolves about." He grows suddenly silent, his eyes narrowing as he stares, one by one, at each of his fellow guests. Then he bursts into laughter and pulls a bottle of whiskey from beneath his coat.

"No tea for me, thank you."

"Oh dear, a werewolf, you say?", says Geeze walking to the room with a tray full of tea cups, and gives one cup to Abraham YG in his chair. "I'd almost like to say, intriguing. There rarely happens any, happenings. But now, things happen... Ahem, how rude of me, I have not welcomed you here. Welcome. To my warm little cozy hotel Warmsley Arms. Welcome. I hope you all enjoy your stay here, even if comes to a sudden end, and I'm sure that can happen, right Inspector?"

   The next morning brought with it a terrible sight – not only had Inspector Crowe’s door been knocked down despite the deadbolt and padlock, and not only had he been killed, but there were no kippers to be found for breakfast. This last point offended only Colonel Nix, who had seen enough death in his time to know that it was best faced with a good meal. The others were not so hardy; indeed, Inanimate was almost taken ill at the sight of the murder – for murder it clearly was. No accident could account for the disarray in the room, nor the almost animalistic way in which the body had been set about. In the fireplace lay burning what was likely his evidence for this day’s expose; those staying in the hotel would have to find the culprit (or culprits) themselves. Father Poe was brought in to give the last rites as best he could, given the circumstances, but this was merely prolonging the ever-present question of what to do.

   Indeed, what could be done? The Colonel advocated immediate martial law (“just as we had in my time in the Army!”) to maintain control and find the perpetrators – but, as in this case martial law would simply mean him, he was turned down. He settled for another bottle of whiskey as the others discussed what should be done. In the end, it was old Ms. Abraham YG who offered a solution: trial by jury, as best as could be done. And that, as they say, was that. In such dire circumstances,

Day One Begins

Don't worry; the starting day was short because it was mostly an excuse to get certain roles set up; the rest will be much longer to allow time to vote. Similarly, we skipped the night phase, both because nothing untoward had happened and to allow the game to progress quickly.

Speaking of voting, from now on, you will be able to vote on whom you have decided is guilty of lyncanthropy! You do not have to vote each day, and can change your vote at any time up until the day ends. The player with the highest votes will, of course, be executed.

In case of a tie, it will be decided at random, so be warned.

"I... I can't believe that the Inspector is... is dead." Inanimate says, staring vacantly into nothingness. "He was just here... just a bit ago... and now he's... well, he's not." Inanimate closes his eyes, struggling to regain his composure and hold back the retching and the sobs. After a few seconds of this, he exhales slowly, and shifts on his couch.

"I think maybe we should perhaps talk about our, uh, careers... uh, in other words, explain our livelihoods, or, that is to say... tell everyone what we do. For a living. Perhaps just a bit, a smidgen, or even a brief amount.. I think that'd be a good idea, at least." Inanimate quivers, his nerves almost overcoming him, but continues.

"I'm not even from here... I'm just passing by... this was supposed to be a one-night stop, but then the snow, er, that is, the blizzard... snowed us in. Closed the roads. Well, it didn't close the roads, but it... it made them have to be closed." Inanimate realizes he's rambling. "Uh. Sorry. I'll get back to my point.

"I'm a tourist. I was just going to stay here, that is, lodge at Warmsley, for the night. I was on my way up north, to see the countryside. Due to the weather. The snow, I mean. I guess the vacation, the trip, is perhaps canceled. Most definitely, at the very least, probably, postponed."

Inanimate shakes his head, the events of the morning overcoming him again. Images of Crowe's dead body won't stop surfacing to his mind, no matter how much he tries to push them away. Apparently, he's done speaking for now.

Tanner emerges from the Inspector's study, looking perplexed. "In all my days, I've not seen anything quite like this. The way his body was... torn... It looks like an animal savaged him. I highly doubt, however, that there is a wild animal roaming the lodge." He pauses to consider the absurdity of the ideas passing through his mind before continuing. "I am a Doctor, a man of science, of logic. The Inspector's belief in lycanthropes, to me, seemed highly irrational. Yet, it seems from the nature of his death that he might have been right after all..." The doctor shivers at the thought. "In the mean time, I think we should dispose of the body, and perhaps give the Inspector a burial. He'll begin to rot soon, what's left of him, and it's a health hazard. Colonel Nix, would you give me a hand with this? Anyone else that's not too squeamish is welcome to help."

Ashkin regains his composure, though his face is still paler than usual. "Either way, doctor, we have a deranged psychopath in our midst. I suggest we try our best to rat him or her out before we worry about the supernatural."

Colonel Nix nods at the Doctor, looking a bit distracted, glancing around the ravaged room furtively.

"Sure thing, Doc. I've hauled more dead than I care to remember." He stops and stares, seemingly at nothing in particular, then moves to help carry the body out of the room.

"I knew the Inspector," Nix says upon returning. "We must send word to his family as soon as the road is cleared."

He pauses, and then, "No man should die a death like this." For a brief moment, a fury seems to light his eyes, but it fades as quickly as it came. Nix takes a seat and lights a pipe.

Remembering Inanimate's suggestion of introduction, Nix says, rather curtly and between puffs on his pipe, "I was a Colonel in the Army. I retired many years ago. Now I just spend my days... awaiting the end, I suppose. Though aren't we all when it really comes down to it."

"Awfully suspicious of you to want to hide the body Tanner. I think the good doctor may be hiding something." poe, who is me, exclaims. Let's lynch him!

"What's suspicious about hiding a body? I doubt there would be anything to gain from it. Your haste to kill is suspicious, Poe."

"I may be a man of god my son, but I know what must be done in order to assure safety from that THING. It's obvious to anyone what happened here, the detective came too close to discovering the secret"

"Greetings everyone. My name is fraxcell, and I am a Journalist. I came to this place hoping for a break from my work, but with this tragic turn of events it seems that the peace and quiet I had sought will be impossible to find while this savage exists among us."

"If nothing else, the inspector seemed a cautious man, and his death seems to indicate that none of us are safe. That being said, we should not hastily to jump to conclusions. Without proper evidence, we will only end up killing innocent men."

Alright. This was maybe unclear, so I want to point out that unless you have specifically been given something to state authoritatively (i.e. through your role's ability) you can't do it. Think of it as physical evidence which you can show to people to prove something, which is always true. So don't use red text for anything else.

I bring this up because people are posting their jobs and such when this may be untrue or cannot be proven. You can't prove you're who you say you are (unless your role actually says that you can as part of your ability).

Basically, unless you specifically know that you can state something irrefutably, do not do so. Just think about it like this: even if you know something is true doesn't mean you have physical evidence to that effect to show to others.

"I've never been a fan of this god fellow, Poe. I find you suspicious- after all, what better disguise for a werewolf than one supposedly untouched by lycanthropy?"

"Are you honestly suggesting that the fact that I wanted to dispose of a soon-to-be-decomposing dead body that everyone has already seen points to me being a bloody werewolf?" the Doctor asks, indignantly. "With you being a man of the cloth, I would expect you to be a bit more restrained."

We must search the body further for clues.

Bonjour my friends, it is sad to hear of the inspectors death but c'est la vie. The only option available for us now is to find out which beast or human did this atrocious thing and prosecute him for his crimes.

Inanimate has been silently watching the discussion, but with a tapping on the chin, he looks up to the people gathered. He has apparently noticed something.

"Ashkin," he asks slowly, "I think you could have, uh, forgotten to share your history with us. What you do, I mean. Like, uh... your role in life, you know?" Inanimate almost speaks up further, but instead settles back into the couch, looking away nervously. "I think that could perhaps even be a little bit possibly suspicious, if I do say so myself. Which I maybe am."

"I do not have much of a role here- I am a detective, an old colleague of crowe's called here to listen in on this matter. I hadn't realized the depths of insanity to which the good inspector had plummeted."

Inanimate has been pondering for a bit, mulling over the events of the morning with a troubled expression. After much thought, however, he finally remembers something that could be of assistance.

"Tanner, Nix, you possibly, maybe, took care of the body, if I remember right?" Inanimate asks, tapping his chin with thought. "Well, uh... did you perhaps notice anything, perchance? That could, be of assistance, or in other words, provide useful knowledge... in other words, help us with the investigation? Anything would, or uh, could be of assistance. I think."

Nix takes one last puff on his pipe and sets it on the table next to his chair. He looks at Inanimate and says, "We all saw the body. He was torn apart by... an animal. Only a terribly powerful set of jaws could have done that kind of damage."

He pauses, "In the best case, someone here wanted the Inspector dead and, having a particularly cruel sense of irony, let loose a wild beast in the Inspector's room, a murder designed to look like the work of the very monsters he feared the most. In the worse case," Colonel Nix looked straight into Inanimate's eyes, "a werewolf is among us, and he is thirsty for blood."

Colonel Nix stands and walks over to Fraxcell. "You said you were a journalist? What a wonderful coincidence it is, then, to have stumbled upon not only a murder, but a fantastical one. Werewolves? This story could make you famous. Tell me: if you knew a man was guilty of murder, could you bring yourself to tighten his noose? Could you kill a killer?"

'Ello good chaps. Inspector Crowe wanted me to come along to accompany him while he finishes this case, but now the old boy has kicked the bucket. 'Tis a terrible thing, these werewolves. I'll do the best I can to help anyone trying to catch the murderer, lycanthrope or not. And now, if you'll pardon me, I've had a wee bit too much to drink and need to spend a penny.

"Uhm, uh... does that mean you're possibly a, uh, investigator, or..." Inanimate stammers,  as he looks at Wade nervously. "That is, I meant to say... are you a detective?"

I'd like to point out that if there's a tie in the votes, someone will be picked at random. There's no votes as of yet, so the vote is tied at

0 for all

Fraxcell responds to the Colonel "A man is one thing, a werewolf something completely different. When the time comes I will do what is necessary to protect innocent souls from the fate of the poor inspector."

"And while I believe that it is my duty to record the events which transpire from this terribly day forward, I take no pleasure in it. Perhaps you think me an opportunist, but I will count myself lucky enough to walk away from this place alive."

SirNiko stood to the side, distressed at the whole matter. This wouldn't do at all.

"Oh, even if we find the murderer, this inn will be ruined. Who would want to stay at a place where a murder would occur? This is dreadful, awful, dreadful. I'll be out of a job." He fidgets, examining the mess in Crowe's room.

"I'm the inn's maid, the hired help. Who would have thought we would have needed a watchman, too. I suppose... I suppose I should leave the room just like this for now, in case there are clues? Urgh, once that sets in the floor it'll never come out. Oh, Inspector."

He grips a chair tightly. "The only thing we can do is find his killer, werewolf or not, to avenge him... and ensure we don't share the Inspector's fate."

"Father Poe, why did you jump so quickly to accuse Tanner? We all saw him moving the body, it's not like he did it in secret. Maybe you'd best tell us a little more about yourself, because whether you're a killer or a paranoid, you're endangering us all with reckless accusations."

Dr. Tanner nods in agreement. "I find your rash accusations troubling, at best. Suspect, at worst."

"Do you carry a cross, Father?"

"Unfortunately I carry nothing to prove my status, but surely god can provide a sign for you all."

"If your god was really so resolute on protecting you, I'm sure he wouldn't have put you in a closed area with a psychopathic killer." Ashkin opines bitterly. "I also find poe suspect."

Inanimate looks between the gathering crowd, and the singled-out poe. After a few seconds of fretful thought, he decides to speak up.

"I, uh... I don't think I'm suspicious of you enough to vote, that is, to accuse you, poe..." Inanimate closes his eyes, and sighs, despairing at the fact he has to say what comes next: "But I am suspicious of you. And I am not certain you are, uh, innocent. In other words, that you're telling the truth -- you might well be innocent enough of, uhm, being a werewolf... but you are definitely probably maybe just a bit falsifying, that is, withholding something. I think, at least..."

Inanimate almost begins to sulk back into his chair, but finishes with a last choice remark:

"Oh, and uh... I think most priests have a cross 'round their neck. Seems a bit, uhm, required."

"So it's suspicious that I want the body fully examined before we dispose of it?"

The bell rings for dinner, though most of the tenants are in no mood for comestibles. Suspicion and confusion are the order of the day.

You have 26 hours until the end of Day One! Be told.

The doctor shoots back, "No, you jumping to accuse me of being a werewolf is suspicious."

The elderly spinster sits back and takes a good look at the clock. "26 hours for a day? Damn, back then days were shorter, and we liked it like that! Also, these tales of werewolves are ridiculous! A man that becomes a beast at nights? Pbbbttt! Don't make this old person laugh!" *cough wheeze* "Where are my cigarettes?!"

"You might not be able to prove anything," SirNiko grumbles, clearly unimpressed by Poe's refusal to speak.

"But you could at least tell us a story so we can choose whether or not to believe you. Unfortunately, Poe, I don't think I have any choice but to suspect you at this point. You'd think a man of the cloth would be a lot better at public speaking."

I hail from a monastery far east of here. The detective invited me because he thought it would be good for a priest to be here based on the circumstances.

"Maybe you're being thick, but seriously... what can you do? Can you exorcise werewolves? Can you speak with the dead? I find it exceptionally unlikely that you were invited just to say a couple prayers and then head home."

Niko taps his toe, frustration growing. At least the bloody mess left behind by Crowe's death was forgotten for the moment.

"And don't give me a story about how you're just exposing yourself to the threat of the murderer. You're going to get lynched if you don't come out with something much more substantial than what you've just provided."

    "You're going to get lynched if you don't come out with something much more substantial than what you've just provided," cried SirNiko -- and as if by magic, the clock chimed the hour of tallying votes. The people had spoken... and Father Poe has been found wanting. As the sun descended (remarkably slowly) towards nightfall, the hotel's tenants descended upon the priest's humble quarters. Unnervingly, he seemed to know why they had come; as they entered they could hear him finishing up one last catechism.

    "I knew," he said , "that once Crowe was dead that I would be the first to go. Who could vouch for me but the man who asked me to come? A man's philosophy means nothing to those who ignore its meaning, and a man's faith is meaningless to those who have lost it. I only ask that you do not ask me to do the deed for you -- let the burden be on your own souls, not mine."

    In they end they made Ashkin do the job, as the first to cast a vote against the man. How he did it, he refused to say.

    "This reminds me of young Barry Finlan," Abraham YG offered; "he was thought a wicked man too, but he died like a saint. I won't believe a man can become a wolf until I see it with my own eyes -- even if I might need my spectacles to do it!"

    After that outburst, there was little enough to say. Everyone voiced their hopes that the snow would be cleared in the morning and retired at last to bed. The danger was surely over... but most of them locked their doors once they were out of eachothers' sight. The

First Night

had begun.


Get your night actions in, everyone! Don't forget to share all PMs with me, and good luck.

Current guest list:

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell
Ashkin
SirNiko
Wade McGillis
Nix
Fission Mailed
poe    (lynched)

Next day will start in about 48 hours. Be told!

Oh well, was fun while it lasted. Have fun everyone :)

I haven't heard from several of the night players, but we need to keep things moving. The night will end in a few hours, whether or not you've voted.

Don't worry entirely; if you pick no-one for your role's ability and your action doesn't have a permanent effect, I will select your target at random. Be told!

    The day broke peacefully, as if nothing were wrong at all in the snowed-in hotel. Guests chatted over breakfast nervously… but hopefully – after all, perhaps the deaths had, after all, been just a fluke? A stranger, a murderer, fled in the night? That Fraxcell, he was a suspicious one to be sure, not even bothering to turn up for breakfast… It was the maid who found him, and SirNiko’s screams could be heard even in the dining room where most of the guests were gathered, listening to the wireless and fretting about the weather as usual.

    “I just went in to change the linens,” SirNiko explained once he had calmed down, “and I saw him sprawled out like he’d been savaged by some… some… animal!” His calm, so obvious during the day before, was visibly shaken.

    “You should have put faith in military action,” declared Colonel Nix. “We’d have had this situation sorted out already, just like back in my day!” To be sure, it seemed that the lynching yesterday had done little to stem the tide of violence.
The tableau was much like before; smashed glass and bedclothes strewn about. They found Fraxcell’s pocketwatch in his pocket, smashed – it told them that the crime had happened early in the morning of

Day Two


Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell (mauled)
Ashkin
SirNiko
Wade McGillis
Nix
Fission Mailed
poe    (lynched)

"Oh dear fraxcell, little I knew about him, may he rest in peace." And thus he did.

"Another disturbing death... Which means either there's a group of killers or poe was innocent." Ashkin shakes his head. "Can everyone share anything they heard/did in the night?"

SirNiko seems much more distraught than most, with good reason.

"My god... I spoke with Fraxcell yesterday after we had all gone to bed. I had hoped he might be able to identify the killer, perhaps by using his camera to catch the perpetrator in the act. I hadn't imagined he would be the next target..."

"Fraxcell told me he was prepared to blackmail the others to skew our votes, if he needed to. He was so open that I assumed he must be telling the truth. I had my suspicions... but now I'm thinking they were completely misplaced."

Out of Character: I'm a little confused about what we can and cannot claim as incontrovertible evidence. Is this limited to things we gather with a role power?

:waaagh: *VOMIT* :waaagh:

"Next time someone wants to show me a body mauled by something, please persuade me not to go look. And to Master Ashkin, I had no visitors in the night. Sorry I can't be of any help."

ooc:
Another one bites the dust. 8)

"So... did anyone learn anything else tonight?"

(Everyone is afraid to throw the first punch. It's normal for werewolf!)

"This won't do at all. I thought the inspector brought you here to help solve the case? Now it seems like everyone is just complaining and milling around uselessly." SirNiko stamps his foot irritably at the layabout gathering.

"I guess I'll have to be the first to make a move, then. I believe Abraham may be the murderer."

"Last night, I approached Abraham to see if he had any leads on the killer's identity, but instead of talking he brushed me off with a whack of a cane! And since yesterday, he's contributed nothing to our attempts to find the killer. I find his silence troubling, and that's why I believe he may be a killer trying to keep a low profile."

"Abraham, if you have anything to say in your defense, you'd better bring it out now, before sunset."

"Are we sure such an old spinster could really have the capacity to murder so brutally? Never the less, I would like to hear Abraham's defense on the matter."

"Uh... perhaps werewolves are like... way way stronger in their feral form? Compared to, you know, people-form. I guess."

"I still refuse to believe that there are werewolves here. However, I do think that perhaps Abraham's feebleness could be merely a cover."

"Uhm, I don't really see what else could. You know. Tear apart a guy like that..." Inanimate shivers, struggling to continue. "If you have any ideas... I'd like to hear them."

"I am fairly sure that this house is stocked with knives. However, one would have to be rather depraved to slice someone open and murder so brutally with apparently no motive, which makes it strange that we see no such behavior in the people here today."

"I wanted to think that there weren't any werewolves either, Ashkin. But I've seen knife wounds, and I've seen wild animal attack victims, and these murders look very similar to the latter, albeit on a much larger scale. I've tried to rationalize it away like you, but I can't ignore evidence like that."

Ten hours until the end of the day, guys!

"I am an old person, tired at night, being accosed by someone at night, what else did you expect me to do?" The spinster frowns.

"I might ask to you what were you doing entering to my room without previous warning. It seems completely disrespectful and invasive. Maybe you were the one trying to do something cruel to a poor old person like me?"

(ooc:jfjhgggjghgjghjghjghjghjgjh)

OoC: Vote for somebody else. There's at least a 50% chance of not getting lynched that way. But seriously, you can give a better defense than that.

"A better defense? You are the one who should. I may not have been active, but at this point, the same could be said from Wade. Personally I want to withdraw from conclusions until I have something to contribute. There is no point for me to send a man to his death. My age maes me appreciate life and youth, I wouldn't be one so keen to take one just for the sake of it. I don't have a case for suspicion yet towards anyone, hence my reluctancy."

"For the sake of my own protection, I vote Nix. He may not have done anything to me, but I need to protect myself at this point."

(OOC: I hadnt been able to pay attention much to this game to build a defense. I was worried that i would die an hour afterwards I posted that. Thanks for not doing so crowe. :P)

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NIGHT TWO

     The sun was going down; it was time to tally the votes. Each tenant gazed at the box with trepidation – the accused man could be any one of them, and who was to say that the last man lynched was even guilty? Fission Mailed was the only one with the courage to open it up, to count to votes… what few there were. “There is one here for Abraham,” he said, “and one for Nix.” His hands shook as he read out the names, but he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a sovereign. “Heads or tails,” he asked darkly.

     Without even thinking, Colonel Nix rose from his seat and shouted that he would not stand for it; he was trusted, he had served his country, it was actionable – his normal steel nerve breaking, clearly, under the pressure of very personal danger. Abraham YG merely called heads… and for another pillow – the old rheumatism had returned, he said.

     The coin rose in a shining arc, turning over and over. It spun… and dropped, the face of the queen obviously visible. From the back of the room, a shot rang out – Colonel Nix, it seems, had shot himself.

     Under the circumstances, that seemed to be the end of it. The body was put with the others, and the now diminished party went to bed.



NIGHT TWO BEGINS


Players left

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell (mauled)
Ashkin
SirNiko
Wade McGillis
Nix (lynched)
Fission Mailed
poe (lynched)

Werewolves! You have 30 or so hours until daybreak!

   Daylight broke unheeded upon the Warmsley Arms. No breakfast laid in the dining hall, no servant waking those few tenants who were still among the living. A pall of fear laid upon the hotel, stifling whatever good cheer the season might normally bring. Only one man was somewhat unaffected – the owner, Geeze, who was not about to let a werewolf problem cause his hotel to fail.

   “Must I do everything myself?” he wondered, as he folded the linen and laid it carefully in front of each door (the rooms being deadlocked to a one). Where on earth could the maid be? Probably sulking like all the others, he thought unhappily; how was this establishment to become a success if the help was so untrustworthy? Halfway through cleaning the lunch service, he decided that he had given SirNiko too much slack – the maid would simply have to buck up and help.

   “SirNiko?” he called through the door. By this time, several of the other guests had finally ventured out into the hallway and had gathered around. “What do I pay you for, man? Get out!”

   As he grew ever more annoyed with his evidently useless help, the other guests began to imagine a different explanation for the situation… Doctor Tanner, at last, ordered that the door be knocked down, and his fellows complied – only to reveal the gruesome and disturbing sight that they had been dreading would await they themselves. SirNiko, during the night, had been brutally savaged.

   Clearly, the danger was not over.





Players left

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell (mauled)
Ashkin
SirNiko (mauled)
Wade McGillis
Nix (lynched)
Fission Mailed
poe (lynched)

(Hey why you wrote lynched next to SirNiko's name if he was killed by werewolf, not lynched?)

"Okay, this time, the killing was targeted. And I suspect two people, both of whom SirNiko was in contact with: Inanimate, and Abraham. I'd like you both to present a story of what you did last night."

"I did absolutely nothing... SirNiko contacted me only once, trying to learn what I could do, if I could be of any help to the investigation... but, but I... I couldn't help him. I couldn't do anything to help anyone..."

Inanimate looks away, holding back tears. Apparently that's all he has to say.

"I have nothing to say to the matter. Had I wanted to dispose of him, I would have done so the previous night and wouldn't have been so obvious to do so while I am a suspect. It's obvious that the murderers deliberatedly set it up like this to distractattention from them. But hey ashkin, my dear ashkin, what about you? What have you been up to these nights?"

"Abraham, that's... that's a very odd shift of topic. You imply you have the means to, uhm, dispose of people... that's not something I like to hear, when murders are all around us."

"You know exactly what I mean Inanimate, twisting words to have another implications doesn't seem too ethical."

"No, no, I didn't mean to twist words... I just misinterpreted what you meant. I am, uhm. Sorry. For the misunderstanding, that is."

"I haven't been doing much these last few nights. Apart from some contact with SirNiko, I've stayed inside my room. I am not so foolish as to wander the mansion while a murderer is about. It's sad that one of the few persons I actually trusted had to die- and rather suspicious, as well."

The Doctor coughs slightly to gain everyone's attention before he interjects. "I apologize for my absence yesterday, but I was working on something that will aid in solving this mystery, hopefully. With every... passing... I've managed to collect a small skin sample from the... ahem... victim. I wanted to see if there was any way that I could test old Crowe's idea that there were werewolves among us, and I've made a most startling discovery. If properly preserved, some samples of flesh will display rather... lycanthropic traits, even postmortem, at night. As such, I have been able to determine which of the deceased possessed such traits, and I will be able to determine this for any future deaths." He pauses to make sure that everyone is still following. He appears weary, suffering under the burden of knowledge. "I can confirm that Nix was, indeed, a lycanthrope. However, both Poe and fraxcell were innocent of lycanthropy. May this knowledge serve as a reminder that we must remain calm and rational in times of such distress, lest an innocent be punished."
He does a slight nod as he finishes speaking and sits down in a chair, relieved to have shared his burden with the rest of the guests.

"...Ashkin, I am... I am honestly suspicious of you. I think you are holding far too much back. If you know something that can help us, and you're not telling us, that is, you are killing innocent people... and if you, uh, don't... then I think you're a werewolf, Ashkin.

"I would like you to speak up... that is, to uh, tell us what you know. I don't believe you, when you say you know nothing... especially since, well, you said you were an investigator. And an investigator, as the name suggests, should... well, should investigate things. No?"

"As I said, I only visited Sirniko- even when he was out. I must admit, rather shamefully, that I rooted through his belongings. I know this: he was innocent. I didn't feel that it was pertinent to mention this, as it doesn't seem to have much of a bearing on the course of things. Inanimate, could you please share what your 'special talent' is, and how you've been using it over the past few days?"

"I don't like this at all. Not a little bit. Why o' why Detective Crowe had to choose my hotel, and bring those mosters with him? Also, has anyone seen or heard anything of Mr. Wade?"

"More tea?"

Geeze walks back to the doorway but stops in shock. "Hang on. So Nix was a lycanthrope, and there's still one alive, BUT they have killed only only one per night. It seems they were doing some jolly co-operation, so I think that the remaining werewolf might be affiliated with Colonel in other ways too."

"Ashkin, I already said earlier... I have no special talent with which to, uhm, assist... that is, to help, the investigation. I'm just a tourist... I've never even seen a dead body before... before this week."

Inanimate looks down in silence, regaining his composure.

"I...I'm sorry that I can't be of assistance. But I'm glad that you can."

"Excuse me, Geeze. If you don't mind me asking, how do you know that there were two lycanthropes?"

"Didn't you just tell us that Nix was a lycanthrope, and yet, after his death, SirNiko was mauled."

"So it seems to me, that there's atleast one more alive. I didn't mean to say there's only one..."

"Doctor, *cough* *gasp* while I appreciate your investigation, specially because it indirectly cleared my name, I think it is safe to assume that there have been *gasp* at least *cough* *cough* *cough* two murderers. Nix being one, and the other one attacking *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *hack* last night"

"CAN ANYONE HANDLE ME MY PILLS!"

"Also, Ashkin, knowing *cough* *cough* he was innocent doesn't clear your name, I mean we knew that *cough* the moment he was mauled. He may have figured out something about you and you just cleared your name in *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* safety."

*hack*

"Ah, I understand Geeze's reasoning now. I did not know if Geeze had privileged information or not."

Alright, then. In twenty-four hours, I'll write up the end of the day. Get your votes in before then if you want them counted.,

"Fission, Wade, please speak up about what you've been doing lately. Your silence is unsettling."

"...I still see no real evidence helping us find werewolves... sure, we know Abraham isn't one, for which I am happy... but... we're no closer to stopping the menace than we were before."

"Yeah, we seem to be making blind stabs in the dark as far as lynching goes. We need an organized attack against the suspects."

"What suspects? All I see are a bunch of... frightened, nervous people, making wild accusations, that is, playing guessing games... we have no evidence pointing to anyone being, uhm, well, a werewolf."

Inanimate taps the arm of the sofa, in nervous thought.

"If... if anyone has evidence, we need to hear it, now. Before the daily... daily lynch happens. If you can't tell it publically, uh... tell it to Abraham, who we know to be innocent, or me, since I know for a fact I'm innocent, at least. I would also offer Ashkin, as I personally trust him, but... I don't know much about him, so maybe that wouldn't be the best idea. I don't know. If you trust Ashkin, you might as well tell him, too."

I do think that nobody here seems to like me much. I've been in my quarters with the door open waiting for visitors, and a gun by my side if a lycanthrope should appear. No one stops by for a chat, so I have no alibi. I hope you all believe me.

(NO ONE EVER TALKS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

"A gun? Do you think you'd be able to take down a werewolf trying to attack you?"

Bonjour again mon amis. I am still unsure as all of you of who the identity of the lycanthrope is. I have been doing some research but have not been able to come up with any irrefutable evidence.

It is at least worth an attempt, Inanimate. Besides, I hear bullets of argentum work quite well against lycanthropes.

"And do... do you have silver bullets? Why would you carry those, if you, uh... didn't suspect werewolves? Nobody here but crowe suspected them... did you know about this beforehand? If you're, uhm, carrying silver bulllets, that is. If you're not, I'm, uh, just rambling."

Inspector Crowe wanted me to accompany him while he finished the case, so regardless of whether these lycanthropes exist, I came prepared.

"How did you know Inspector Crowe?... er, that is... why did he choose you? Like, what can you offer the team?"

There's been no votes, so in about an hour the day will have to end with no lynches. Be told.

"I see a problem."

Inanimate stands up, and looks between Ashkin and Wade.

"One of you two... I think... could be lying... Wade says that he came with Crowe to fight werewolves, which is why he is equipped for them... but Ashkin says he hadn't realized Crowe was this insane, after his dramatic reveal of werewolves."

Inanimate paces a bit, obviously nervous to stand.

"Does... does this mean that Wade was lying about knowing there were werewolves before the reveal? Or... or is Ashkin lying, and only pretending to have accompanied Crowe here?"

"Can either of you verify, with complete veracity, that you came here alongside Crowe? I'm sure that would fall under the purvey of evidence supplied by your role."

I'm an old friend of Crowe's, while he didn't tell me the case involved lycanthropes, he did tell me that it was related to the supernatural, so I brought a wooden stake, some garlic, a few four leaf clovers, some silver bullets... the usual.

"I have told the truth- crowe called me here, but I was told nothing of these werewolves."
(Isn't it strange to accuse someone on what is basically roleplaying?)
"Either way, the day will end soon. I suppose it would be unwise to kill with haste, but I do not like missing an opportunity to kill one of these werewolves."

(I thought it was mentioned in the roles. Besides, what else do I have to go off of?)

"Wade, what exactly can you offer the team? Are you only capable of self-defense?"

"Crowe was unclear on what he was investigating, unfortunately. I suppose we have found out firsthand, now. We can not let night arrive without an execution. Fission, please tell us the results of this research, whether they be theory or fact."

"Because my rheumatism is kicking soon and wont be able to contribute to the cause much, I will vote for Ashkin, because there is something that doesn't ring a bell with me, and because I have no other ground for accusation. Hopefully he will defend himself in time and I will still e able to change my vote into something more substantiated."

"I'm afraid I have nothing to defend myself with other than the knowledge that I am an innocent. If it comes to random guesses with such a short time before sundown, I vote for Fission. If I die, here is the information I collected in the last two nights: Sirniko was innocent. Sirniko could choose one player each night to spy on, thereby intercepting all private messages sent to or from that person. SirNiko spied on Wade on night one (two?) and Wade said nothing."

Sorry about the slowness of the game so far. It's... been long and drawn out!
But, at last, we come to the

End of the third day

    It had been a traumatic day for all of the guests, to be sure.  Perhaps it was the tension that made the day seem to drag on, and on; no one could be sure that they would not be the one chosen in the end. Suspicion was rife, and perhaps rightly so, for the group knew without a shadow of a doubt that they faced a supernatural menace – and any one of them might be a werewolf! And still the snow fell over the beleaguered inn, trapping them together with the monster.

    They had killed one of the beasts, but at what cost? Three of them killed, and the Inspector as well, and still no sign of when the menace would cease.

    The group huddled shakily around the wireless, hoping for the news that the snow would stop and they could save themselves – or at least, avoid the terrible justice which each night must bring with it. The Doctor had brought his kit, with which to start examining the unlucky accused as soon as he could. With trepidation, the votes were counted and the name read out – Ashkin was to face justice for the crimes of these last long nights. Fission Mailed, acquitted by sheer chance, shuddered with relief and collapsed bodily onto a divan.

    “I… I suppose I can’t defend myself,” cried Ashkin,” but I’ve told you all the truth! SirNiko was an innocent man – and now, thanks to you, I go to join him. But you won’t find me letting you off the hook as Nix did – you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Inanimate backed away, muttering excuses. Noone, it seemed, was willing to follow through… then a shot rang out from the back of the room, and Ashkin collapsed on the floor. The group turned to see Abraham, with a smoking gun held in her arthritic hand.

    “I was *cough* *gasp* the one who spoke against the man, and it’s only right *wheeze* that I do the deed. I guess there was still some use to the Colonel’s old revolver. He was guilty as sin, and let no man say otherwise.” He fell silent.



Players left

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell (mauled)
Ashkin (lynched)
SirNiko (mauled)
Wade McGillis
Nix (lynched)
Fission Mailed
poe (lynched)

Since we're running low on people, and therefore actions at night, the night will last exactly 48 hours. So discuss in PMs if you want, but make sure you make your actions before that time or a random choice will be assigned as per usual.

Man, I'm sorry about that. Eventually stuff's gotta move, though; we can't stay on one day forever  :(

You might want to delete that post, or remove who you were targeting, though.

how do i join this game?¿

((ooc: you need to wait for a new game to show up))

ooc(thanks)

Alright, 48 hours are up. If you forgot to vote, I'm sorry!

Writeup will be up in a bit.

DAY FOUR

    Dawn broke upon a silent, joyless building. Most of the rooms were now empty, but Geeze was not going to let this stop him from accommodating what few guests still remained. With no maid, he thought drily, it would be hard to cope with more anyway – and then chastised himself for the thought. SirNiko had done his job as best as he could, even if he did listen at doors (and sometimes that was a useful trait, to be sure). Lost in thought, he almost didn’t notice that the next room he stepped into was covered in the signs of a desperate struggle… Wade McGillis was dead, taken in the night.

    Now, Wade McGillis had been a mysterious man, but yesterday he had claimed to know something about the case – at the very least, how to defeat the werewolves. An inscrutable man, to be sure, and one of few words – and now the menace’s latest victim. A damned shame.

    The discovery broke what little hope of safety he had held. How many innocents could there be left? Even if only one werewolf remained, things were… almost over, for better or worse.

    Carefully locking the door behind him, he went to the toolshed to grab some supplies. Let the others get their own breakfast for once – he had to put some more locks on his bedroom door.


PLAYERS LEFT

Inanimate
Geeze
Tanner
Abraham YG
Fraxcell (mauled)
Ashkin (lynched)
SirNiko (mauled)
Wade McGillis (mauled)
Nix (lynched)
Fission Mailed
poe (lynched)


Five people left. Make it count.

(You mean Wade was mauled, not lynched)

"I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!!!! WHY DID CROWE HAD TO CHOOSE MY PLACE???

So, as there's only 5 of us remaining. I might as well say something.

Fission Mailed, you said you have been doing some research. HOW EXACTLY? I WANT TO KNOW."

I am interested in Fission Mailed's research as well.

Bonjour again, excusez-moi for taking so long to reply my friends. By research I mainly meant networking with other personnes and trying to make alliances. Like I said  haven't found any definitive evidence yet but I have a couple people I strongly suspect of being lycanthropes. Maybe try to talk to me in a more private forum if you'd to know more.

Well, since there's no activity, I'll write up the end of the day tonight I suppose.
As in, in... seven hours?

"...Fine! I... I suspect you, Ashkin. Honestly? It is a gut feeling. But that is all we have, right now..."

Who are you talking with, Inanimate? Ashkin was lynched last night. I belive your judgement can't be trusted. I vote for you, my friend.

"Oof. It's been a long time. I misremembered that Wade was lynched."

(OOC: I actually did just normally forget -- been a long time since I've read the thread. Feel free to think I'm lying, though.)

"I'll retract that vote, then... give me some time to get a brief refresher, and I'll re-vote."

"...After some brief re-consideration of my writings on the past few days, I realize that Geeze made a suspicious slip of the tongue, regarding the number of werewolves. While this could just be human error, it could be something more... and in an effort to protect myself, I will go with the only 'evidence' we actually have."

And wade wasn't lynched either, my good man! I'm sorry this just reinforces my opinion already. LYNCH INANIMATE

I cast my vote for Inanimate. I know for sure that Abraham has been up to wrong-doing, so who else could be this loup-garou going around killing people? Out of the other trois remaining, Geeze, Tanner, and Inanimate, I find inanimate the most likely.

"I am innocent, I tell you! I could NOT have done it!"

With that, Inanimate produces a series of papers and documentation, passports and travel logs that show, without possibility of denial, that he truly is innocent.

"I'm just a tourist! I couldn't have done this. Here is everything I have on me, everything I could use to prove my case... please, you have to believe me! This is the only thing I can offer."

Inanimate looks around at the gathered crowd, and sighs.

"Now that I've said that I'm innocent, without any possibility of being guilty... I can't... I won't live much longer. I know that. I'm too much of a threat. But I can do something... before I die."

Inanimate flops down into the sofa, and sighs.

"Tell me everything you know. Every piece of data you've collected, every suspicion you have. If I gather what everyone knows, before I die, it... it will help us approach all of the evidence we have. You know? It'll let us see, inconsistencies, and... and stuff. Or at the very least, find people's stories which don't line up. Those... those will be places to start."

Inanimate closes his eyes, resigned.

"If I die -- which I will -- I want to die helping you. I've been of no help. Let me change that. Please."

And... and with that, I vote for Fission Mailed. Since I must.

"Here's some things I know. Fission Mailed is one attractive foreigner"
"So I wonder, who his partner is?"

"And Wade actually was a policeman. One night I found a policeman's badge and handcuffs hidden in the end-table."

And I too vote for Fission Mailed.

    The votes were cast, the choice made – Fission Mailed was to be killed, and quickly – this werewolf menace needed to be ended as soon as possible. Tanner and Geeze went up to his room to break the news… but it seemed there was already someone else in there with him: Abraham YG, who had somehow found a pot of tea somewhere in the hotel and was pouring himself a glass as they came in.

    “You’re too late; I won’t let you take *cough cough cough* -- I won’t let you take my Fission Mailed from me! All my life I’ve been alone and you choose to kill the one man I found who understands me, even if he is French? Why couldn’t you just let us be?”
Suddenly, Doctor Tanner understood what seemed wrong with the pair – Fission Mailed, he realized, wasn’t breathing. Shocked, he ran to examine the man, but Geeze stopped him. “Wait – who knows what a desperate man might do? We still haven’t found out where he put the Colonel’s revolver, you know?”

    Slowly, Abraham stirred his tea. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you the satisfaction of believing you were right about us. Fission is gone, and now… I go to join him. You’ll never understand our love, but maybe this will… help you.”

    As he drained the tea, the room filled with the scent of almonds emanating from the pot on the table. Abraham laughed until his voice reduced to wheezes and coughs… and then silence. The lovers had both died as they had lived: together.



    At least, reflected Geeze, the nightmare must be over.  The two lovers were surely the last two werewolves; they had killed together… and died together. He bid Doctor Tanner good-night and looked in on Inanimate, who was reading in bed (who reached for the knife on his bedstand that he had apparently found somewhere for protection before realizing who his visitor was), and finally went to bed. Soon  he could see about getting out of this place, hotel be damned. Too many bad memories.

    Inanimate was relieved, if upset, by the news that the two lovers had passed on. Perhaps this nightmare, he reflected, could be over – his trip was ruined, true, but at least he would be safe at home before too long.

    As for what Doctor Tanner thought that night, the events that followed should show that well enough.


    It was late that night when Inanimate awoke with a start – was that a noise from downstairs? He reached for his knife (although innocent, he wasn’t stupid) and opened the door slowly to behold a terrible sight – Geeze lay dying on the hallway floor with a hideous beast towering over him. There was little he could do: though the creature seemed tired from its earlier exertion, with no one else to worry about there was little danger of being caught with his new victim.

    “If it helps,” said Doctor Tanner sympathetically,” you were right about Fission Mailed. But not, alas, about me.”

He collected his things and went out the door. Around him, the snow was just starting to thaw. It seemed like it was going to be a beautiful day.




TANNER WINS
EVERYONE ELSE LOSES


DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Inanimate (mauled (end-game majority))
    TOKEN INNOCENT (could prove own innocence)

Geeze (mauled (end-game majority))
    OWNER (determined role abilities)

Tanner (winner)
    DOCTOR (found evidence of innocence of deceased)
    WEREWOLF

Abraham YG (suicide)
    SPINSTER (determined innocence of the living)

Fraxcell (mauled)
    BLACKMAILER (controlled other players' votes)

Ashkin (lynched)
    THIEF (found evidence of role ability OR innocence)

SirNiko (mauled)
    MAID (spied on private messages)

Wade McGillis (mauled)
    UNDERCOVER COP (could arrest players)

Nix (lynched)
    COLONEL (could shoot another player)
    WEREWOLF

Fission Mailed (lynched)
    HOT FOREIGNER (seduced another player)
    WEREWOLF

poe (lynched)
    PRIEST (immune to werewolves)

Bravo!

I made it to the very end.
Who hosts next one?

[EDIT] Or actually I could do the next one, as I have just come up with a good idea.

Damn you geeze. We were sooo close. Had I lynched Tanner the next night, everything would have gone according to keikaku. Ohhh well.

Honestly, I'm surprised the Abraham/Fission pair survived as long as it did. You guys won a bunch of coin tosses, is all I can say.

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 :facepalm:

Oh damn, I wouldn't have guessed Tanner was a werewolf. That was a really good fake out power! I was on the fence about the whole incontrovertible truth thing, but now I see it was a really good idea! This was a great game, Crowe!

I suspected Inanimate. I gave him 50/50 of being a wolf. I was convinced Abraham was a wolf and was disappointed nobody tried to really push that vote for him.

You need to act sooner Wade! You totally let us down with your game winning power. You have to be more decisive! I had directed Ashkin and Geeze to spread out their power usage to maximize the odds of finding a wolf. When Geeze found out your role, I was really hoping you'd identify another! I died too quickly to get Ashkin and Geeze together. I should have introduced them, and then maybe we would have won!

On day one I contacted Fraxcell, wondering what his role would be to suit a reporter. He was so open with it, I figured he had to be innocent. Then he died. Lame.

Ashkin and Geeze both contacted me on the second day, and I felt pretty confident they were innocents. I was expecting the wolves would lie about their powers, so Inanimate and Abraham keeping quiet was piquing my suspicion.

Really good game! I wish it had moved a little faster, but that's my only complaint!

I GUESSED TANNER WAS A WEREWOLF

I found the fact that he was a doctor suspicious, as it's the most 'innocent' role out of the bunch -- and he wasn't killed once. The only reason I didn't accuse him is that I felt it would make me a giant target, as it seemed no one else suspected him.

And yeah, I've been very busy in real life, so I completely forgot huge swathes of the game at points. Lots of silly mistakes made during the game because of that.

I was somewhat disappointed that some of the more interesting powers died so soon -- the blackmailer especially. Fraxcell actually picked one of the werewolves immediately (I forget which) which could have been interesting if he hadn't died literally hours later.


The theme of the roles, I thought, was information -- everyone had control of information in some way, whether it was Inanimate's ability to prove himself or Fraxcell's blackmailing or the maid's eavesdropping. The only two who didn't have this were the colonel (who was instead the only werewolf to know how many there actually were, among other things) and poe, whose power of confession was at least information related. Speaking of which, I was certainly annoyed when poe, who could only die by lynching, was immediately lynched and removed from play. Oh well ;)

That was a pretty cool game, although it definitely lacked momentum. I think people were so invested in their roles that nobody wanted to start arbitrarily pointing fingers on the first couple of days. Having a few more people might have helped too.

I guessed Tanner from the beginning :(

Oh shit. I was at band camp all week and missed this. Sorry! I thought the game would be over by the time it started.


My main problem with the game was that the werewolves didn't know who each other were, so I was always super hesitant to really call out anyone on anything, for fear of killing an ally. I think it might have had something to do with the sluggishness of the game. Also, RPing more was fun but there wasn't enough evidence to make things really interesting. People only really had roleplaying quirks to go on for accusations. The incontrovertible truth mechanic is really neat, though.

I was a werewolf but I didn't kill anybody

I knew you were one, hence why I chose you, haha. I was certain someone would prove you were one and thus I would be shown as innocent (despite working with a werewolf)

Tanner wins by not playing. Another cunning victory.