pops in to cage dance in Freudian Slit’s bodice
Whoo! I love rules that encourage cage dancing!
bootybootybooty
Night, y’all!
Boo!
Watch that edit in the future!
Let her be. She’s a sub, so she can edit away.
(You’ll scare her away!)
oh.
Erm. Nevermind then.
You can come edit next Doperville night, if’n ya like, RoOsh. As long as you shake your booty a bit.
And I think the rules say that if I’m a’gonna pop in here at Night, I gotta shake it, so wiggle wiggle wiggle, bounce bounce bounce My work here is done. 
Nope, no complaints from the management here.
Have a free drink on the way out.
Feel free to keep bouncing till we get the dawn post.
It was a dark and stormy night. The phrase is cliched at this point, but sometime it is still very true. There were also things outside which would go bump if given half a chance, and twigs frequently scratched upon window panes. It was a wet and bone chilling Night.
After the previous day’s failure to produce even a single werewolf, many people retreated to the Dog with Three Heads; a nice faux English style pub run by a Greek couple who had almost certainly missed the point. But it was the only bar in town and their liquor worked well…as did their slushy machine. Cerberus, the somewhat more appropriately named (but single headed and feline) pet of the owners, wandered about the warm interior of The Dog (as it was known to locals) making friends with anyone who would give her a bar peanut. The fire was warm, the songs were merry, and soon the events of the day, even those of the past few months, had left your mind.
And it was in this happy, warm, and possibly inebriated state that you finally ventured forth from The Dog and out into the dark and stormy night.
Rain blatters down at a harsh angle, forcing you to turn your head downward to keep the water out of your eyes. You head down the familiar path, a path you have walked down a hundred times as you have headed home from The Dog, but the rain is too intense. Ducking under a nearby awning on the other side of the road you wipe your eyes and breathe deep of the cold night air. Then in the distance you hear a deep long howl. The cry of a wolf.
As you turn the corner you see a huddled form in the corner. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to see what it is…
Oh, it’s RoOsh…
And he’s dead.
Mangled nearly beyond all recognition.
RoOsh, a Townsperson, has been killed.
Oh Bugger! :mad:
Sorry to see you go Roosh, at least the hamsters will survive.
Hey, I didn’t think we were going to start this early! Good deal - too bad I’m off to see Indiana Jones. Before I hit the movies, I’ll throw in a few comments.
First, and obviously, we need to look closely at the group voting for OAOW. In particular, I will be taking a look at how they voted for him - sach already started on this yesterDay when he challenged those voters. Drive-by voters who offered little to no analysis will get the closest scrutiny from me. As he suggested before the noose, let’s use his death to find some bad guys.
Second, and also obviously, we need to hear what story storyteller has to tell.
And now, off to find some crystal skulls. 
Crap! Bye RoOsh. 
I’m not going to be back on much till Monday. Gonna go get some lovin’.
Well… yes and no.
While there should be analysis of the voting patterns, right now we don’t have enough data to do so. We can’t see the patterns, simply put, because we don’t know the roles.
Usually Wolves will not vote in clusters. Usually Wolves will let townsfolk go down the wrong path without too much input (or, maybe, a couple of stray encouraging comments here and there).
Indeed, one Wolf tactic will be to distance themselves from bandwagons and then accusing one (or several) townsfolk of hanging innocent folk. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
But you’re right about the drive-by voters (be it against OAOW or anyone else for that matter).
Note, as you read this, that DiggitCamara himself got a vote from a player who distanced himself from the big bandwagon and attacked one of its leaders.
Mod Clarification:
NAF listed One And Only Wanderers’s role as ‘Town’. To clarify, her role was ‘Townsperson’.
What!?!
I can’t be dead, that’s preposterous!
Are you sure? Check the records again!
I’ve never died this early in a game!
I’m not dead, I’m just resting!
Bah! Go Town!
Players:
Koldanar
Hal Briston
Fretful Porpentine
Storyteller
Nanook of the North Shore
Pollux Oil
Blaster Master
Darth Sensitive
WF Tomba
ShadowFacts
CatInASuit
Freudian Slit
Hockey Monkey
DiggitCamara
sachertorte
OneAndOnlyWanderers - Townsperson (Lynched Day 1)
RoOsh - Townsperson (Killed Night 1)
Big bandwagon? Cite?
BTW, Hal, since you still are in this game, would you mind setting up one of your famous vote spreadsheets?
Pretty please, with sheep on it! 
You know, the whole One And Only Wanderers thing?
Dude, you wrote
Now, the only vote I got was from you. So, I’m assuming you are the “player who distanced himself from the big bandwagon”.
On the other side, you say you “attacked one of its leaders”. But I:
- Never voted for OAOW
- Never even spoke against OAOW
Indeed, while digging through yesterDay’s posts, I found your vote against me. My post
seemed a smudge to you. However, read in context, it’s clear that it’s directed against sachertorte, whose defense of OAOW I found implausible, and against whom I already had voted.
In other words: Your post was wrong. It depicted actions that never happened. You really need to reread last Day’s actions.