Thanks for the warm welcome. I just hope I’m not more prone to being lynched or eaten based on the actions, or rather inactions, of the player I replaced.
well, if dnooman has got the lurkers role, does that mean the sub falls to me, being the next poster down?
I saw there’s a farm up for sale round here. Amazingly low asking price, considering the size. Seems the owner’s in a hurry to sell up for personal reasons. I’ve put my offer in, seems almost too good to be true…
Hmm…so I survived the mansion, and the first lynching. Excellent.
Save me a stool at the bar.
Can someone sing a song or something? It’s still so dark outside…
No hard feelings. Still want me to dig up a cite? 
Aaaaanyway. We’ll talk revised strategy at sunup.
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, …
What’s that? You say that’s not what you meant? Oh.
Ah, Jeez. The Werewolves are coming for us, and you just had to remind us that our axes are too dull?
Well, we have all night to sharpen them.
But with what shall we sharpen them?
With a stone, dear Rysto, dear Rysto, dear Rysto…
Someone explain to me how you fix a bucket with straw, anyway.
Thankfully I live a long way away from your ‘interesting village’ and won’t be sending any more messages.
But … the **Alpha Wolf ** :eek: … first lynching 
… you are an awesome bunch of villagers!
Egads…I was just going to take a quick nap, and all of a sudden I wake up to find myself lurking!? :eek: 
:o
Are we still worrying about lurking through the Night hours?
And as for songs to play through the dark and lonely hours…I’d suggest this (windoze media player) as Mennochio’s anthem. I mean…nothing makes me feel more safe and secure than riffing some wailing 80’s air guitar. 
I don’t think so, since we can’t do any strategizing at night.
You know, the nights always seem that much longer when you’re just sitting around, waiting for some nightmarish creature to rip your throat out…
If we all just sit at the bar together, then the werewolves won’t be able to take any one of us, right? Just make sure that whatever happens, nobody goes anywhere alone.
Unless you hear something moving around in the basement storeroom. You know, the one with the rickety staircase, no lights, and the door that automatically locks behind you.
No, you can not post at all if you wish through the Night stage. It’s only Day you’re expected to take part.
Speaking of lurking, as said before, we’ve got dnooman in for Kythereia, and we also have **unfinished symphony ** in for smiling bandit, both due to the lack of posting rules. So let this be a lesson to all of you! You can’t avoid the werewolves (or the townspeople) by not being visible! Posty post post post.
Oh, and Day will be soonish.
woo, looks like i got me a farm!
Hello there folks, pleased to meet you. ah just reading the agreement on… Oh dear. You have a wolf problem. Murderous werewolf town. :smack: what’ve i gotten into here…
cowers room for one more at the bar?
*Dawn breaks in Cecilton. As the villagers stumble to work after a celebratory booze-up, the sun shines down on this sleepy town.
But all is not well.
A scene of devestation greets the stablehands as they enter the barn. The skittish horses stay far away from the bones, gristle, and discarded toothpicks that are the only remains of one poor soul. It seems the werewolves have taken out their anguish at their leader’s death on poor riding trainer Rysto; it is only by a horseshoe charm that they can even be identified.
The townspeople, hungover and now brought back down to earth, meet again to decide their fate. Or, you know, get drunk.*
Day Two has begun.
Rysto, a Townsperson, has been torn apart by werewolves. Ouchie. Feel free to post a goodbye, Rysto, but i’m afraid you’re out. Keep rooting for your team, though!
Same rules as before, guys; you’ve got a maximum time limit of one week from now (that is, this time next Monday) unless someone gets 8 votes, in which case it’ll be 24 hours from that point (well, from the point I notice it, anyway ;)). Good luck, all.
Damn! I had a lot of things to say, too. I had been hoping that some other townspeople had attracted more attention than me, but evidently not. Good luck, fellow townspeople!