Mack's Gambit ~*New WereWolf Game*~ Night Phase 1

[Red]

SK and Vampires didn't attack. Odd. Well this Dark Wizard or Vampire in this case should be easy to figure out.

Actually, it seems the SK did attack, but was thwarted by the tracker.

[Java]

Well that wasn't fun for me.  >:(

But oh well, I'm still alive.

[Ridley]

Nobody died... Close call but it appears we have two protecters among us. The Tracker and the Nightwatch.

[Jono2]

Does the SK count as one of the "forces of evil"?

[Matt]

Does the SK count as one of the "forces of evil"?

No, he is just trying to kill people. sarcasm;

[Jono2]

Does the SK count as one of the "forces of evil"?

No, he is just trying to kill people. sarcasm;

except that he has separate win parameters if you look at the first page, meaning that I don't think that he actually is. :\

[Nine 1 One]

Nobody died... Close call but it appears we have two protecters among us. The Tracker and the Nightwatch.

Well only one, I think it said that it was a one time thing with the tracker.

[Jono2]

which one of the innocents will die today? :O

[HTA!]

Someone needs to update the thread.  ::)

[Macawmoses]

Familial issues held me back. I'll reveal everything tonight in a story. Terribly sorry once again.

Oh, and an innocent does once again die.

[Doodle]

Shoot, I forgot to vote.
And dang it!

[Java]

I don't even know what's going on anymore.

I haven't been able to vote because of this crazy weekend.  :-\

[Jono2]

Familial issues held me back. I'll reveal everything tonight in a story. Terribly sorry once again.

Oh, and an innocent does once again die.

WRONG AGAIN.  ARGHHHHH

[Macawmoses]

Mack sat down under the shade of a tree as people handed in their ballots. He was worried, as a tie was constantly being formed. Zovi. Then Spam. Zovi. Spam. What would he do?

The issue wasn't that a tie would happen, it was the fact he couldn't put names in his hat....he left it at the bar.

As he thought about his dilemma, he grew more and more weary. Oh well, only a few more hours, then he could drink.

Sunset came, and a last minute vote came in. Spam. No need for his hat.

He gathered the townsfolk, and they awaited his announcement.

"Spam," he said nonchalantly.

The group gathered around him, hung the noose around his neck, and dragged him to the docks. He merely whimpered to them, and finally burst out into tears. The stool fell from below him, snapping his neck.

Immediately he morphed into a werewolf, leaving no doubt as to what his position was. The villagers knew their idiocy wouldn't reach any bounds, they killed another asset off.

Oh well, it was night now.

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Spam, the Werewolf was lynched.
Night Phase 3 begins now. Make it count. 9 PST, go.

[Matt]

Dammit. Well now I know who lies where in terms of sides. Son of a gun.