Werewolf 196: Gods and Monst3rs, Day Three

The spaceship broke through the clouds and landed on the well-manicured lawn of a palatial mansion.

“We’ve arrived,” Lord Wentworth L. Wolfingshire said, his snout turning upward in a proud smile. “My friends, welcome to Wolfingshire Abbey. Mind your step as you exit the conveyance.”

As they exited the spacecraft, a German Shepherd wearing a tuxedo approached, holding a tray of champagne flutes. He politely offered the drinks to the arriving guests, who partook of the offering gladly.

“Come come, this way,” said Lord Wolfingshire, motioning towards the house. “I want you to meet my friends.”

As the group approached the front door, several of them intentionally lagged behind. Whilst everyone else’s backs were turned, they grabbed poor Superman and dragged him into a hedge.

“Gizmo caca!” he screamed as they pummeled him, which was an odd thing for Superman to say. Unfortunately, he wasn’t really Superman. He wasn’t even Nicolas Cage, as it turned out…he was a tiny, hairy creature designed to sell merch.

Indy (Supercage) has died. He was MOGWAI and a member of the Totally Ordinary Walla Walla Natives (T.O.W.W.N.)

The only one to hear the commotion was former President Jimmy Carter. But as he turned towards the brouhaha to see what was what, a ravenous creature scooped him up in its mouth and chewed on him 39 times.

April (Jimmy Carter) has died. He was TIAMAT and a member of the Totally Ordinary Walla Walla Natives (T.O.W.W.N.)

The rest of the group walked through the palatial mansion, passing several rooms filled with elegant furniture and priceless works of art.

Lord Wolfingshire opened the doors to the banquet room. Within were a number of canines dressed in finery, nibbling at small plates of food and sipping at wine. Their polite conversation ceased as they watched the visitors enter. Several of the dogs stood and bowed, while others nodded demurely.

“My friends,” Lord Wolfingshire said, “it is my privilege to introduce you to our organization. We are known as the Wolfingshire Order Of Fighting Immortal Entities, or W.O.O.F.I.E. for short.

“Now, I know most of you are T.O.W.W.N., but also some of you are secretly S.C.U.M. You won’t reveal yourselves voluntarily, and I don’t expect you to. You are not our enemies, none of you. No, our real foe is … immortality itself.”

The canines looked at each other. Despite their apparent civility, could a low growl be heard amongst them?

“We W.O.O.F.I.E.s stand against the very idea of immortality. Not just gods, mind you, but vampires, demons, unicorns, and those freaky jellyfish that supposedly live forever. Being incapable of dying is an unnatural state, and we mean to correct that specific malady.

“And that is why I brought you here.” The wolf grinned. “We have a plan.”

12 T.O.W.W.N. – Wins the game when S.C.U.M. and the Bugblatter Beast are eliminated.

5 S.C.U.M. – Wins the game when the number of S.C.U.M. equals the number of T.O.W.W.N. and the Bugblatter Beast is eliminated. Each night, S.C.U.M. must kill one player of their choice.

1 Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal – Serial Killer, wins the game when all other players are dead. (If Nyarlathotep is in the game, they win as a team if they are both still alive with 5 or less players.)

Day One, Day Two

Day Three will end on Saturday, November 19 at 2pm PST/5pm EST/10pm GMT.