Werewolf XVIII - Would you like fries with your MURDER?

Originally Posted by Tritoch

How would Shadoweave's potential weight transfer over to Naz if we lynch him? Besides, we all know that Naz is a very tiny man so your claim is absurd. However, your strange defense of him is less absurd and more intriguing.

You are usually quick on the uptake. I am terribly disappointed, Tritoch. Can't you think of an in-game role which conjures up visions of obesity?

Let me spell it out for you nazpyro voters. I think it's a mistake to kill him, because he is a confirmed lardbucket/preacher. Has been since day 1, when his single vote against shadowweave automagically multiplied into 3. I wish I didn't have to say it aloud, but Tritoch refused to pick up on my hints

I'm voting for Juanzen.

I'm gonna throw a vote at Helloween, since I honestly forgot he was even in this game. Mainly this is just a 'I don't want to get a mark against me' vote, since I probably won't even be online by the time any serious voting goes on (which I'm not even sure is gonna happen with the dealine being so soon).

Man, thanks for the heads up, Zerg. I didn't even notice because I figured the preachers would try to hide in bandwagons.

As far as Darkcomet's argument is concerned, if evil teams wanted to get rid of both of them, and I were evil, I would've been a lot more successful in starting a bandwagon than I was.

As things stand, Guru might be good. If he is, he's not making himself particularly useful. If LZ were good he'd probably be dead by now.

Whoops, after all that forgot to pick a new person to vote for. I think Darkcomet's good, albeit maybe a bit out-analyzing himself. Going with LZ like I originally thought before Guru's weird ass behavior made me suspicious of him.

Yeah, Zerg, that was Day 1 intent to show my role like that, being the only one to vote for someone and the tally becoming 3. So I hoped to lure out someone (maybe evil, maybe just a newb) voting for me as they'd have a good chance of being evil; sup Tri, LZ, Brent. But Brent changed his vote to LZ, and while I'm inclined to go with Tri because he's my natural rival (and the first one to point me out), I'll pick LZ for now. Tri should be next though. :3

So, once again the deadline has twarted my attempt of reading the players in the game. So I'm just voting for Juanzen to get it over with :/
Next time, Deadline, next time *Shakes fist*

OH CRAP.. I thought the deadline was at noon, not 9AM today. >_>

For what it's worth, I'm voting for JUUAAAAAAN.

I think i'll vote for LZ. I haven't been able to read to the thread lately cause the internet in my dorm has been fritzy lately, so i couldn't really tell turnip i wouldn't be voting and i couldn't vote. I think i may be past the dead line, but if i'll be able to sneak in i'll throw down a vote for LZ because my suspicion of him still stands.

EDIT: Upon further review i just managed to squeak in.

Originally Posted by Zergrinch

You are usually quick on the uptake. I am terribly disappointed, Tritoch. Can't you think of an in-game role which conjures up visions of obesity?

Let me spell it out for you nazpyro voters. I think it's a mistake to kill him, because he is a confirmed lardbucket/preacher. Has been since day 1, when his single vote against shadowweave automagically multiplied into 3. I wish I didn't have to say it aloud, but Tritoch refused to pick up on my hints

Obesity was your hint for a Preacher? That could be anyone when we're dealing with the House of Meat! You should be less subtle when the deadline is so close. I had to get to bed early last night, so I missed your post exonerating Naz. Honestly though, I still think he's a decent lynch candidate. As I pointed out last night, he's been a liability voting-wise thus far (I'm thinking the same as Darkcomet with the Guru/LZ situation) and that fact is only worsened now that we know he's a Preacher.

Here's hoping LZ wasn't someone useful!

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First impressions can be deceiving. Take, for example, Nazpyro. He was a short fellow, not stocky in the least; you couldn’t tell from looking at him that he was a world champion competitive eater. Ever since winning the 2003 Tri-State Pork Chop Chow Down Extravaganza, Naz had become a connoisseur of pork products. If it came from a pig, Nazpyro would eat it, and he’d eat a lot of it. In the 3 days since the House of Meat opened, Nazpyro had become a constant fixture in the restaurant, devouring pork chops, ribs, roasts, and of course mountains of Mama’s Deep-Fat-Fried Pork Balls. In spite of the rogue Secret Shopper and the other acts of violence that might have scared lesser customers away, Nazpyro kept coming back, and he had quickly become a major source of income for the House of Meat. This gave him some sway with Ron Stephens, so when Naz called the owner over for a word, Ron took him seriously.

“Ron,” Nazpyro said as he nibbled the fat from a bone, “This meat of yours isn’t up to snuff compared to what you served me when you first opened. What gives?” Ron chose his words carefully. “Our butcher had an unfortunate...accident, and I had to hire a replacement.” “Well, if you want me to keep coming here, you’d better get a butcher that knows how to properly handle his meat,” Nazpyro retorted with his mouth full.

LZ did not take the news well. He’d spent his first day cleaning up the mess left behind from Acro-nym’s encounter with an axe, and found it difficult to handle criticism after only being on the job for 2 days. “I am an artiste, and I can’t be bothered with what one insignificant customer thinks of my work,” he spat at Ron. “Unfortunately for you, that insignificant customer has brought in a tenth of my profits so far, and if he doesn’t like the way you slice meat, then I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to fire you and find someone he does like.” LZ fumed silently as Ron walked away. If he couldn’t work as a butcher, at least he could spend his time calling attention to the injustices at the House of Meat.

Also, Lycanthrope froze to death next to the ground beef in the freezer, because her love of meat was just too great.

Spoiler:

The House of Meat fires LZ, the other Butcher.
Lycanthrope, a Meat Head, is killed due to inactivity.

Congratulations, you’ve made Wolfe, Inc. breathe a sigh of relief by eliminating the other Butcher. Smelnick and LZ are free to communicate with each other via PM or otherwise, and then they can each PM me a name for their kill. If they agree, super, if they don’t, I’ll flip a coin or something.

Night four ends Saturday at 9pm.

Vote Tally:

LZ - 4
Juanzen - 3
Zergrinch - 3
Nazpyro - 3
Ryuu - 1
Brent - 1
Helloween – 1

Team Wal-Mart didn’t silence anyone today.

Note: Juanzen, Ryuu, Garr, and Guru all get a strike against them for failing to vote. If they miss another vote, they’ll share the same fate as Lycanthrope. I’ll be generous to Plarom and Helloween, since they only barely missed the deadline, but their votes don’t count (they wouldn’t have mattered anyway).

Living Players: 17
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 (has a freezer full of cats for some reason)
Zergrinch
Acro-nym
Lycanthrope
nazpyro
Helloween

Good Roles
Meat Heads: 2/3
Health Inspectors: 1/3
Secret Shoppers: 1/2
Shift Supervisors: 2/3
Butchers: 0/2
Lardasses: 3/3
Lucky Stiffs: 1/1

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

Neutral Role
Team Wal-Mart: 1/2

Protesters
Smelnick
LZ

That's pretty funny. LZ was who I wanted to kill if I'd actually been on the ball.

Kobayashi, sons. My sports hero.

Gah, I died. My fault, too. But then again, I am a newb, so that's alright. I accomplished my purpose in this game by learning my way around a little.

However, I may have inconvenienced the other Meatheads... Sorry!

Hey, I missed the vote too, but that's only because busy week, blah blah blah. I promise it won't happen again.

I trust we'll see you for Werewolf 19? =D

Ha ha ha I'm going to kill all of you!

Quote:

Besides the whole “violence is bad” thing, the Hippies had missed another important lesson: Don't mess with Wal-Mart. Dullenplain's partner was royally pissed off that he was now left by himself to complete his mission, and he realized drastic measures were required to deal with this Hippie problem once and for all. He drafted a short message and left it under the back door of the House of Meat:

Ron Stephens,
The Hippies must be stopped, and I need your help. I propose a truce. Meet me in Garfield Park at 9pm tonight, and bring weapons.

Always Low Prices,
Team Wal-Mart

Ron Stephens, not being a particularly gullible man, didn't quite trust Wal-Mart, but he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to kill some Hippie scum. Since he didn't want to endanger his own life, he decided to send his Secret Shopper instead. Ron wasn't sure why he hadn't already fired the Shopper for his indiscriminate killing; probably out of fear for his own life. As any rate, the Shopper was dispensable, and maybe sending him on this mission would kill two birds with one stone.

The Secret Shopper was ready for action. Sure, he was used to killing in a fit of rage or to cover his tracks, but killing Hippies was fun too. The darkness covered the park, and he wasn't sure if he'd come to the right place until he heard a hushed murmur from across the clearing. “Let me know when you've found a hiding place, and then I'll turn on the bait,” the voice whispered. The Shopper found a large bush to duck behind and signaled his readiness. All of a sudden, the Garfield Park was flooded with a blaze of light, illuminating a table filled with assorted snacks and bags of what appeared to be marijuana. A sign hung overhead which read “Free Weed and Munchies” and a catchy jingle began to play from a concealed loudspeaker, announcing the same.

Across the street, Crash Landon's ears perked up. He'd had a tough day at the House of Meat. He was a Hippie at heart, but he'd had to sell out to the Man and get a job so that he could fuel his drug habit. This conundrum left him depressed most of the time, and quite possibly led him to indulge in even more of the loco weed. At any rate, after a hard day at work, the promise of free food and drugs was too much to resist. “Come on, guys,” he said to his companions. “I don't know, doesn't that seem a bit too...convenient?” responded the more cautious (and for the moment, not stoned) member of the group. “Nah,” replied Brent, the last Hippie. “That's what the Man wants you to think. Free food is for everybody!” Reluctantly, the cautious Hippie followed his comrades into the park.

Crash Landon was the first to reach the goodies, but when he picked up a brownie, an arrow streaked from the Shopper's crossbow into his chest. Crash slumped to the ground clutching his uneaten brownie in his lifeless hand. “It's a trap!” screamed Brent, who a second later was blown into tiny pieces by a grenade tossed by Team Wal-Mart. The final Hippie, who had hung back from his friends for fear that something like this might happen, turned and fled for his life, narrowly avoiding another arrow from the Shopper.

Traumatized Rat, meanwhile, had left his shift at the House of Meat several hours earlier, but he'd had some errands to run before heading home. He stopped at the druggist to get some medication for his psoriasis, and then he'd swung by the house of a prostitute he often frequented for an evening pick-me-up. Satisfied, he was now taking his usual stroll through Garfield Park on his way home. Unluckily for Rat, he ran smack into the fleeing Hippie. “Dude, you just killed my friends!” screeched the enraged Hippie. As he ran from his unseen enemy, the Hippie pulled off his peace symbol necklace and flung it ninja-like at Traumatized Rat. This was no ordinary peace symbol, as the Hippie had spent countless hours sharpening the points on each spoke, and aimed correctly, it was deadly enough to kill a man, in this case, poor Traumatized Rat. As Rat lay dying, he only wished he hadn't been too cheap to get the full package from his prostitute.

A little later that evening, Wolfe, Inc. made someone an offer they couldn't refuse. Well, they could have refused it, but why would anyone pass up free Taco Bell for a year?

Spoiler:

Team Wal-Mart kills Brent, a Hippie.
Secret Shopper kills Crash Landon, a Hippie.
Hippies kill Traumatized Rat, a Shift Supervisor.
Wolfe, Inc. recruits a new member.

It's anybody's game now that the Hippies have been cut down to size, but losing another Shift Supervisor is a serious blow to good. I can't declare a clear winner until Team Wal-Mart is eliminated, since their goal is to wipe out the other 2 teams.

Wolfe, Inc. was successful in recruiting a new member. The recruit retains all the powers of his old position, and is actually listed twice on the roles list (once with his old role, and once as a Wolfe).

Neither Smelnick nor LZ submitted a kill for today, so hooray for ineptitude!

Day four ends Monday at 9pm.

Living Players: 14
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 (has a lifetime ban from Toys R Us for “noodling Elmo”)
Zergrinch
Acro-nym
Lycanthrope
nazpyro
Helloween

Good Roles
Meat Heads: 2/3
Health Inspectors: 1/3
Secret Shoppers: 1/2
Shift Supervisors: 1/3
Butchers: 0/2
Lardasses: 3/3
Lucky Stiffs: 1/1

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

Neutral Role
Team Wal-Mart: 1/2

Protesters
Smelnick
LZ