Werewolf XVIII - Would you like fries with your MURDER?

Originally Posted by nuttyturnip

Traumatized Rat voted for you, but he was silenced, thus it counted for zero votes.

And Guru, you should know better than to discuss the game at night.

Sorry I was just reacting to the days events (didn't seem to be controlled all that much in the past games so I didn't know better, honest).

I'll edit my post =D

You people seemed to forget, the rule is that Plarom always acts evil. It's Lukage who's almost always evil.

Lukage's only evil when he doesn't talk. If he's spouting out crazy ideas, then he's good.

Lukage needs to play Werewolf again.

Oh, noone died this lynching. It seems that the bandwagon failed to kill a good guy like it usually does.

This is a reminder that the deadline is a little less than 25 hours away. I've only gotten 3 actions so far, and no kills. If possible, I'm hoping to write the story while I'm at work tomorrow, so it would be nice if I could have something to go on.

Additional Spam:

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The Secret Shopper was not pleased. His lousy day had begun when he ran over his dog while pulling out of his driveway on the way to work, then when he came home he found his wife in bed with the newspaper deliveryman. His life crumbling around him, all the Shopper wanted was to relax with a hot cup of coffee and a nice pile of sausage and suffer in peace. He’d come to the House of Meat with high expectations which thus far had not been met. He spied a man behind the counter holding a clipboard, talking to himself and generally ignoring everyone else around him. “Excuse me, this coffee you served is cold, and I’ve been waiting ten minutes now for my sausage,” the Shopper yelled at the man. “I don’t work here, sir,” replied the man, whose nametag read “Chaotic”. “The hell you don’t!” screamed the Shopper. “If I don’t get some hot coffee and sausage in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to slice off your balls and serve them to you on a stick!” Chaotic, used to the crazed behavior of late-night caffeine fiends, turned his back on the Shopper and continued his work. Thirty seconds passed, and having received no service, the Shopper leapt over the counter, pulled a small stun gun from his pocket and repeatedly zapped the surprised Chaotic. Over and over the Shopper stabbed Chaotic with jolts of electric current until finally the poor man lay motionless on the floor. The Shopper, with little hope of getting his hot coffee and sausages now that he’d murdered someone, decided to make his exit as well.

Spoiler:

Secret Shopper kills Chaotic, a Health Inspector.

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Apparently Ron Stephens didn’t get the message left in the form of a dead hippie, so it was time for Wolfe, Inc. to take things up a notch. Their inside man informed them that The Melomane, as she like to be called, enjoyed working alone in her “workshop” carving meat into the wee hours of the morning.

Enter Acro-nym, Wolfe, Inc.’s newest recruit. Eliminating Melomane was his first assignment, and he aimed to do it right. Gun? Check. Silencer? Check. Fake mustache? You better believe it. Acro-nym picked the lock on the restaurant’s service entrance and stealthily made his way down into the basement room which Melomane had co-opted for her own uses. A blast of cold air slapped him in the face as he silently opened the door to the vast meat locker. Rows upon rows of beef, lamb and pork hung from the ceiling in various states, obviously the results of Melomane’s butchering experiments. After walking what seemed like miles through the cavernous underground meat locker, Acro-nym finally came upon Melomane, who was intently focused on carving up a goat for the House of Meat’s upcoming Caribbean theme week.

“Ahem.” Melomane did not turn around. “Excuse me miss, nothing personal, but I’m here to kill you. Would you mind turning around?” Melomane glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, very well, I suppose there’s no avoiding it. Would you mind moving a little to the right?” Melomane replied. Acro-nym was confused by the request, but didn’t see any harm in humoring the woman (he failed the “Spotting Obvious Traps” portion of his training), and he dutifully took 2 steps to the right. As he raised his pistol, Melomane stepped on a foot pedal next to her workbench. “I’ve always wanted to try this thing out,” she said as Acro-nym prepared to fire. Acro-nym squeezed the trigger, and a half second later a giant axe swung from the ceiling and split him in half. Melomane, mortally wounded, watched with glee as the axe struck home, and was content in the knowledge that she died doing what she loved.

Spoiler:

Wolfe, Inc. kills The_Melomane, a Butcher.
The_Melomane retaliates by killing Acro-nym, a member of Wolfe, Inc.

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Guru had a dream; it was a dream where he no longer had to flip burgers and deal with stupid customers for a living. “There's too much grease on this burger!” “I need more ketchup NOW!” “Could you tell me where the restroom...never mind.” These were all things Guru could live without hearing for the rest of his life. Still, he made a decent living, and he had a girlfriend and two kids to support, so he put up with the hassle, if only barely.

On this particular evening, Guru had spent a good hour mopping out the restrooms (after Helloween left for the day), swept up all the discarded french fries and other assorted droppings in the kitchen, dragged Chaotic's body back into the freezer (on Ron's instruction) and had dealt with a senile old woman who insisted on telling him about her thirteen grandchildren before she would give him her order. He had moved on to scraping gum from underneath tables when a long-haired freak reeking of marijuana and body odor came barrelling in the door. “Fight the power!” the hippie screamed before stabbing Guru in the gut, then running out into the night.

With the assailant gone, Guru picked himself up off of the floor. “Good thing the boss warned me about the nutcases that come in here, otherwise I might not have worn this body armor under my uniform,” he thought to himself. Just then, a van pulled up the side door opened, revealing two men in ski masks, brandishing pistols. Since Guru was the nearest target, they opened fire, shattering the restaurant's window hitting him squarely in the chest 12 times. Guru fell to the ground again, and the van squealed away.

“This is starting to get old,” said Guru to no one in particular. Seeing as how he'd survived two attempted murders, he asked his supervisor for the rest of the night off. “Sorry,” his supervisor replied. “I need someone to sweep up all that glass, and the steaks don't grill themselves.”

Spoiler:

Hippies and Team Wal-Mart attempt to kill Guru, but fail because he was protected by a Shift Supervisor.

Such an eventful evening, and the Shift Supervisors did their jobs this time. I didn't receive a PM from the Meat Heads (protecting someone during Day two) or a check from Team Wal-Mart, but you've still got until 9PM to do so.

Day two ends Friday at 9pm. Keep in mind that my family will be arriving at my apartment that night, and I'll be at the beach Saturday-Monday, so if stories take a little longer, that's why.

Living Players: 22
Juanzen
Crash Landon
Yeldarb
Brent
knkwzrd
The_Melomane
Chaotic
Identity Crisis
RockgamerXIII
Ryuu
Tritoch
Smelnick
LZ
Garr
Guru
Dullenplain
Kilroy
Traumatized Rat
Domino
Plarom
shadoweave
Darkcomet72 (dreams of one day opening his own kabob shop)
Zergrinch
Acro-nym
Lycanthrope
nazpyro
Helloween

Good Roles
Meat Heads: 3/3
Health Inspectors: 2/3
Secret Shoppers: 1/2
Shift Supervisors: 3/3
Butchers: 1/2
Lardasses: 3/3
Lucky Stiffs: 1/1

Evil Roles
Wolfe, Inc.: 2/3
Hippies: 3/4
Pothead: 1/1

Neutral Role
Team Wal-Mart: 2/2

Thats some pretty hectic action. Good job nutty with the writing.

Well that was expected. I guess the time I finally decide to put myself out there, I put myself out there too much. <_<

I'm voting for LZ, just to get things rolling. I may very well change it later as arguments develop.

I'm voting for Plarom because he's a terrible employee.

Originally Posted by Smelnick

Oh, noone died this lynching. It seems that the bandwagon failed to kill a good guy like it usually does.

I didn't say anything at the time, since it was Night, but this statement seems very odd.

Why would Smelnick make this statement? Does he actually want to get rid of good guys? We got lucky and Plarom is still alive. Why on earth would Smelnick chastise everyone for failing to kill a good guy?

The only explanation I can think of is that Smelnick got his wires crossed and he's evil - a Freudian typo. He wants good guys dead.

This demands a mighty good explanation. If and until that arrives, I vote for Smelnick.

I considered that, but then remembered the general awkwardness that's present in most of Smelnick's posts. Sure, he could be evil, but I don't think there's any evidence for it. I guess he's as good a vote as anyone else at this point, mind you.

I was making reference to the fact that the bandwagon always kills a good guy. I vote for Zergrinch

The vigilante sucks, killing a (possible) seer just like that.

Anyhow, a couple of leads. Guru is most assuredly not evil, and neither is Plarom.

No other tidbit comes to mind, so I retaliate by voting against Mr. Smelnick.

Originally Posted by Guru

Well I was doing a little snooping around and I've noticed a few fishy things about LZ (like I initially said), but nobody seems to believe me. I guess I'm going to need to muster up some proof. He's being conspicuously silent in regards to defending himself (although Tritoch came to his defense -- hmmmmmmm).

It's probably a bad idea for me to be so critical of so many people early on. But hey, in my line of work, I don't expect anyone to like me.

Has everyone forgot about this little tidbit? Guru was attacked by both evil teams last night, and he'd be gone if it weren't for supervisor protection. I think we should be considering the possibility of LZ being our target.

Wearing a mustache over a mustache! It was so quirky, I thought it would work! I probably shouldn't have moved right, though. Didn't see the harm...

Going for LZ too.

I'd say this night has pretty much confirmed Mr. Guru as non-evil unless he happens to be the luckiest Wolfe, Inc. lackey ever, so I'll follow his lead and vote for LZ.

I'm a little confused. I think I caught a nice bout of amnesia after being beaten up a couple times last night.

Oy.

At least I have this wonderful unicorn that helps me remember who I am.