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Werewolf 167: What We Do in the Shadows – Day 4

Don’t ever talk with your eyes
Be sure that you compromise
You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead
You’re dead and outta this world

Chum Joely sat in an overstuffed chair and glared at the other familiar candidates congregated in the dusty living room. Their numbers were rapidly dwindling.

He wanted to be selected as the new familiar, sure, but mostly he just wanted to live. Nandor and the other vampires didn’t seem to care about the deaths at all, if anything the vampires were encouraging the slaughter. Should he flee? Should he stay and fight?

Then he remembered: the coffin maker! That Muppet told everyone of his occupation. It had cost him his life, but … what if some of his coffins were still in the house? Chum could climb into one to protect himself, and when dawn arrived, he would be the last familiar standing! Going off on his own looking for the coffins was a risk, but so was staying here with the rest of these psychopaths.

In a moment when he thought nobody was looking, Chum slipped away into a dark corridor. Confident he wasn’t seen, he started exploring the mansion. The place was twisted and huge, and he soon found himself lost. What floor was he on? He couldn’t remember how many stairs he had gone up and down. There were weird noises everywhere. His eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness.

Alone in a cold black room, Chum pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight. He quickly saw he wasn’t alone. Something else was there with him.

Something furry. Something growly. And it wasn’t alone.

Chum Joely has died. He was VANILLA TOWNSFOLK.

Guillermo walked around the living room with a tray, offering appetizers to the group of guests.

He held out the tray to Smokey. “Sausage roll?”

“Don’t you have any vegan options?” Smokey asked.

“Oh,” Guillermo said, blushing. “There’s cheese, but I guess you can’t have that either, I suppose?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How about … these crackers?”

Smokey sniffed at the offered tray. “Are they gluten-free?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” Guillermo said. “I’m pretty sure. No, wait, I’m totally sure.”

Smokey shrugged and popped a cracker into his mouth. He quickly began coughing and clutching at his throat. He collapsed onto all fours and spit crumbs onto the dusty carpet. His eyes bled as his flesh began to bubble and melt.

“GLUUUUUUUTENNNNN!!” Smokey shrieked as he dissolved into a puddle of molten goo.

Guillermo gave a sly look to the camera and smiled. “Oops,” he said with a sarcastic shrug.

Smokey has died. He was VANILLA TOWNSFOLK.


Roles

Town-Aligned – Town wins when all threats are eliminated

Scum-Aligned

The Game
Important Rules
Spreadsheet

Vote Spreadsheet

Players

  1. DourifLeMoko
  2. Chum Joely
  3. Smokey
  4. Mr Glitch
  5. Forever1267
  6. Kierkegaardless
  7. Lindsay
  8. Mac
  9. Jake
  10. Emm
  11. Cop
  12. Indy
  13. Queequeg
  14. Narrowstrife
  15. Jude
  16. Flubba
  17. Mister Sparkle

Twilight will be at 10pm Eastern / 7pm Pacific on Thursday, November 11.


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