…almost there… …almost there…
…almost there… …almost there…
Will this Night not end?!
Well, you heard the man. I’ve hosted many a D&D campaign where someone who desperately wanted to play kept having to miss a session or run late because Life got in the way. Once in a while it happens, and it just seems to be happening to our Storyteller a lot these last couple o’ months.
Maybe the wolf should just pop in and tell us who they kil’t, then we can move on with the day…
Maybe the wolf killed himself.
Guys, I’m happy to help. I popped over to the scum forum to check and the night kill is hrrrghgghhhhurrlglegurgleugrlge-
ok ok, I’m going, geez 
Can we lynch him again, please?
We appear to have time, so why not.
Curb-stomp Johnny Bravo
Immolate Johnny Bravo
clip to the testicle with a high velocity baseball Johnny Bravo
may not kill him, but he will surely want to die.
WRONG!
it’s
…DAWN COMING UP…
lynch self
So, is it too early to be worried about Storyteller?
Just checking in, and still among the living! Yay!
Thought I’d be behind due to a class I’m taking this fall (Wednesdays 6-9), but I’ve not missed a thing, so there’s that.
Hope our Mod is OK…
I think he said he was in temporary housing due to home renovation, and having quite a time of it all. Story is phenomenally reliable as a mod, so I am sure we are not abandoned, and he will be along shortly, or as soon as he can make it.
and as we are in thread games
Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh, how about we try that.
DAY 8
*Dawn came, and as had become the tradition, they found their number reduced by one when they gathered in the Town Hall. “This is terrible,” said one. “We have diligently murdered one of our own every Day for a week; why does this cycle of violence never cease?” But unlike on previous mornings, the body of the missing man was not readily found.
With trepidation the small group approached the cottage on the edge of town where the lost townsman had lived. They moved toward the door, afraid of what they might find. But there was no bloodshed, no signs of violence or forced entry. A small candle burned cheerfully in the window, and the door was latched.
Then they found the note. It was pinned to the door, written neatly in block type. It said this:
THE FORMER RESIDENT OF THIS HOME, ONE JAMES HACKMAN CHITWOOD, HAS BEEN RELOCATED TO TEMPORARY HOUSING. THE SETBACKS FOR THIS PROPERTY REQUIRE A DISTANCE OF 48 FEET, 6 INCHES FROM THE COBBLESTONES; HOWEVER, WHEN OPEN THIS DOOR IS ONLY 48 FEET, 5.8 INCHES FROM THE ROAD. THE RESIDENT WILL THUS HAVE TO PERFORM THE ANCIENT RITUALS OF SORROW, AS WELL AS A RAIN DANCE. WE HAVE ALSO CONFISCATED HIS LEFT EAR AND KICKED A KITTEN. IT WASN’T HIS KITTEN, BUT THAT’S JUST HOW WE ROLL.
SINCERELY,
[del]THE WEST WINDSOR NEW JERSEY ZONING COMMISSION[/del]
THE WEREWOLVES.*
Jimmy Chitwood, a Peasant, has been Night killed
Day Eight begins here and will end on Monday, September 14 at noon-ish.
Well that sucks, both on the zoning commission front and for Jimmy.