It is nearing 3 o’clock in the morning. The Dread Pirate has been a statue, hiding in the shadows outside of spookymilk’s house since dark. He decides spookymilk is safe for the night, and takes a few steps towards the road.

“Hello, Mr. Pirate,” he/she says.

The Dread Pirate sees a glowing pair of eyes staring at him from not ten feet away. He pulls out his trusty Swiss Army knife. He turns his head slightly to the left, not daring to take his eyes off the werewolf, and yells, “Don’t worry spookymilk! Stay inside! I’m not going to let him/her lay a filthy paw on you.”

He takes a defensive stance, knife at the ready. The wolf howls. The Dread Pirates lets out a furious yell of his own.

*********

Another morning has arrived. The villagers all gather in the square fearing the worst. There is another dead body lying face down in the square.

Melissa D takes one look at the body, then does a quick head count. Not liking her odds, she pulls out a can of spray paint, quickly tags the bulletin board with something lewd and hightails it for the forest shouting, “Gotta bounce, bitches!”

The villagers return their attention to the body. spookymilk sticks his shoe underneath and rolls it over.

“Fuckpillows, it’s The Dread Pirate” spookymilk curses, “Nibbish, what the hell man?! Why didn’t you kills Higgs?”

“Hey. I came by your place to talk about it and you were all like ‘Cowin won’t weave me awone. I too scared to come out and pway’,” counters Nibbish.

“Fuck you, Nibbish. I’m over 600 years old. I ain’t afraid of nuthin'” roars spookymilk.

“Guys. Will you two shut the hell up?” says Violabeenice. “I haven’t been able to hunt in days. Can we please get on with this?”

The wolves turn towards the villagers. Codefox reaches for his empty holster. Bhiggum rips open his shirt, proudly displaying his finely crafted bullet-proof vest. ash10101 makes some curious sign with his hands. They are ready(?) for battle. Who will win?

The wolves do. All is perfectly quiet in Taciturnsville once aga….

“HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”

Bitches.

nettiebarron: Mayor, voted out of office
mbnovak: Courter, Heart broken
BigPapaJonTheElf: Priest, lynched mostly correctly
Beezy: Medium, lynched wolf-style
Todahshy: Apprentice Journalist, gunned down like by a fox
Beau: Mason 1, prop in a wolf taunt
Colin Prime: Journalist, gunned down in his peak heyday zenith something
The Dread Pirate:  Bodyguard, corkscrewed
Codefox: Gunsmith
Bhiggum: Blacksmith
ash10101: Mason 2

Melissa D: Delinquent

spookymilk: Ancient Wolf
Nibbish: Wolf Charmer
Violabeenice: Wolf Cub

Notes

Night / Day Actions

The villagers all head to the square first thing in the morning to discuss a possible memorial service for Todahshy, and what to do about Codefox.

“Hey, who was supposed to bury Todahshy?” someone asks.

“I was,” says someone else, “I did it before dinner last night, why?”

“What! Then who the hell is that?”

The villagers walk over to the bulletin board where Todah was shot the day before. A body is lying face down in the dirt, exactly where Todahshy had been. Someone rolls him over and the villagers collectively gasp.

“It’s a wolf!” someone shouts joyfully.
“Oh heavens, that’s the scruffiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” declares another.

The villagers are jubilant and start to exchange hugs and handshakes in celebration of the good news. They all begin to sing. There is but one skeptical villager who kneels down and takes a closer look at the furry face.

“Everybody. Everybody! Shut up! You fools, that’s Beau. Apparently he was growing out his mutton chops again.”

Day ends at 9 p.m.  5 votes needed for a majority, 3 minimum to be lynched.
Spooky has the option of making a special post today.

Rules/Roles

nettiebarron: Mayor, voted out of office
mbnovak: Courter, Heart broken
BigPapaJonTheElf: Priest, lynched mostly correctly
Beezy: villager, lynched wolf-style
Todahshy: villager, gunned down like by a fox
Beau: villager, prop in a wolf taunt

The village
spookymilk
codefox
bhiggum
violabeenice
ash10101
The Dread Pirate
Melissa D
Nibbish
Colin Prime

Running his fingers through his hair and adjusting the carnation on his lapel one last time, mbnovak hesitantly knocked on the door. He glanced over both shoulders to see if anyone was around to witness his foolishness. Thankfully there was not. The windows were all aglow, the rest of the village tucked safely away, as he should be. The last of the day’s light was just disappearing below the horizon. He turned back to the door and raised his hand to knock again when the door opened a crack.

“I know this is not a great time, but I had to…I…I wanted to ask to ask you something important,” mbnovak blurted out.

“Well, come in then,” he/she said. mbnovak stepped through as the door opened wider. .

“I’m not interrupting your dinner or anything am I?” he asked.

“No, no, don’t be silly. What is it you had to ask me at this late hour? I am quite intrigued.” he/she said.

“Yes, well I know I shouldn’t be out this late, but this just couldn’t wait until morning. You see, I’ve been watching…no, I mean…I’ve been admiring you from…ugh. I sound like such a fool.”

“It’s alright. I believe I know why you’re here,” he/she said.

“You do?” asked mbnovak.

“Yes. I know I can be quite…charming. You are here to ask for my hand in marriage, no?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly it. Oh, I’m all nerves. My heart is beating out of my chest right now,” mbnovak tittered.

“Let me see,” he/she said while placing a hand on mbnovak’s chest.

mbnovak looked down at the hand gently resting against his chest. He felt calmer already. He looked back up and stared at his/her face. Such beautiful eyes. mbnovak smiled. He/she returned the smile. Oh that smile, and…those fangs? mbnovak felt a sudden, excruciating pain in his chest, and crumpled to the floor.

The werewolf brought the still pulsing heart up to his/her face.

“He was not exaggerating,” he/she grinned.

Day ends at 9 p.m.  7 votes needed for a majority, 3 minimum to be lynched.
The Dread Pirate has the option of making a special post today.

Rules/Roles

nettiebarron: Mayor, voted out of office
mbnovak: Courter, Heart broken

The village
spookymilk
codefox
bhiggum
violabeenice
Beau
ash10101
todahshy
The Dread Pirate
Melissa D
BigPapaJonTheElf
Nibbish
Beezy
Colin Prime

[3.26.2019]
It has been one week since I escaped with my life from that lycan-infested Massachusetts town. Hours upon hours were spent sifting through newspapers, archives, and furry blogs trying to sniff out any hint of our predators, but to no avail. I thought words might be our salvation, but they were the noise that nearly buried us. Those damned words. There must be a better way.

I have since gathered like-minded individuals to help build a settlement somewhere in Minnesota along the banks of the Mississippi. The river is quite turbulent, and every time you turn around there’s one of those masked varmints, but one member of our party assures me they are one of God’s most magnificent creatures.

[3.30.2019]
Things are moving along swiftly. The village has been hard at work constructing shelter, finding food, and setting up shops and services. I have taken to the arduous task of writing up our constitution and a basic system of codes and ethics. I am well into the filling up the second legal pad, but it is important these things are explained with great care and detail so that we get this right. Words to stop words. I believe I am failing already.

[4.3.2019]
I fear our escape was short-lived. Tonight, while tending to a humble stew of mushrooms and questionable meat, an unmistakable howling rose from somewhere far back in the woods. I do not know how they tracked us all the way to this end of the world. It could be they were with us all along. I must warn the village.
…………

The Journalist finished reading the last entry just as his/her Apprentice came running into the room.

“Sir/Madam! I just came from the…”

“Shhh!” the Journalist quickly cut her/him off.

“…the town bulletin board. There was a…”

“Shhhhhh!” the Journalist hissed.

“…but it…”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh!” She/he stepped forward and snatched the piece of paper from the Apprentice’s hands. It read….

WEREWOLVES IN TACITURNSVILLE!

…………

Day will end at 9 p.m. CST.
8 votes needed for majority (minimum of 3 votes on a player required for lynching)

There will be no gunshots on Day 1.

mbnovak has been voted the right to make a special post today. He does not have to, but if he does it must be before I call day’s end at 9 p.m. or before a majority vote were to happen against him.

Rules/Roles

The village
spookymilk
mbnovak
codefox
bhiggum
nettiebarron
violabeenice
Beau
ash10101
todahshy
The Dread Pirate
Melissa D
BigPapaJonTheElf
Nibbish
Beezy
Colin Prime

Ridiculous. Unbalanced. Limiting. Boring. Ill-conceived.

These may all be words to describe this iteration of werewolf by the time it’s done. I wanted to try to create a version that could potentially be less stressful, less time consuming and be light-hearted. There will be no need to read through 100-200 posts each day and try to read between the lines. Why?

Because there will be virtually no talking in Taciturnsville*.

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