Through eyes that cannot see... should not see, with ears that cannot hear, you follow the steps of the monsters and the steps of their victims. They follow the same scream you did, or is it your scream they follow?
You have to admit, they are convincing: The fast breath, coming in little, frantic blows, the pupils of the other monster getting wide and shadowy full of fear and disgust, the shaking hands, the shock that runs through a body when it tries to suppress throwing up from the look of your own remains on the ground...
People begin to scream when they see them, they begin to panic. It was not some kind of mistake, it was not something else... Or maybe it was, maybe these aren't shape-shifters, maybe they are... It doesn't matter.
What matters is how convincing they are, how smooth their voices, how genuine their fear and confusion.
There is hope for a second, though you slowly forget what it feels like, what anything feels like. They are sure they have figured out one of the monsters and they have. The one who ate you talks as smooth as silk, his eyes pointed at the other one. For a moment, you believe that...
The situation turns just as fast as you were eaten and they drag an innocent man to the airlock. You straggle against chains that bind you, against a gag that silences you. When you scream and the monster around you winces, you remember to hope again – it is useless.
The airlock opens and closes in front of a by now familiar face and a quickly scribbled note is pressed against the glass:
"If you are reading this then I am dead, motherfuckers, please put a lit cigar in my mouth before dumping my carcass out of the airlock.”You feel the grumble of a deep laugh start in your stomach but for now it is held back.
“Yippee Ki-yee and all that happy horse-shit!
It was a real displeasure to meet you all, especially those who killed me.
Currently peeing on the Pearly Gates.
Tim.”The people around you start to relax, certain that they got rid of one of the monsters. And when the airlock opens to the outside, they read the last words:
“PS: Privateer Pudding is a scum-swallowing shape-shifter."They were so certain, their hope was so palpable, but immediately the fear returns, and now you can smell it, you can taste it and you like it. Except for a little sense of being, there is nothing left of you and so what you feel is what he feels, what you think is what he thinks, what you do is what you do.
A short look between the two of you and your forms change. Bones become jelly, skin becomes rubber and the two innocent passengers are overwhelmed by a shapeless blob of biological mass. You never tasted anything with your whole body before. It is the most amazing feeling you ever had, it is elating, it is elevating, it is...
… the end of the last remnants of you.
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Lynch votes:
VampireWombat: Privateer Puddin' Mandle Privateer Puddin'
Riaise: Mandle
Kastchey: Privateer Puddin' Mandle
Privateer Puddin': Kastchey Mandle
Mandle: Privateer Puddin'
That is
a majority of 3 of 5 votes to lynch Mandle.
who was
and left you as his final words:
"If you are reading this then I am dead, motherfuckers, please put a lit cigar in my mouth before dumping my carcass out of the airlock.
Yippee Ki-yee and all that happy horse-shit!
It was a real displeasure to meet you all, especially those who killed me.
Currently peeing on the Pearly Gates.
Tim.
PS: Privateer Pudding is a scum-swallowing shape-shifter."
Unfortunately, they do not matter anymore, as this means that the Phase ends with a proportion of 2 – 2 and means a win for the scum. Congratulations!
Role reveal:
VampireWombat – dead (Role: Passanger)
Riaise – dead (Role: Passenger)
josiah1221 – eaten alive in Night 2 (Role: Doctor)
Kastchey – alive (Role: Shape-shifter)
Privateer Puddin' - alive (Role: Shape-Shifter)
Mandle – chucked out of an airlock on day 3 (Role: Doctor)
And thus ends the 4th AGS WEREWOLF Game. Congratulations again to Privateer Puddin' and Kastchey. You did a fantastic job.
The thread is open to discussions now.
