Matt Damon
Our story begins in another dimension, as many stories do. Well, at any rate, the story continues.
The wizard sits in his dusty old library, searching for something he really shouldn't have lost.
He murmurs to himself.
"I bet that bloody curly-haired girl took them with her."
His face lights up as he finds at least some of what he was looking for behind some musty books.
But that's like, three of them. Certainly not enough for a full game.
Further searching reveals only a few more. He'd just have to get some new ones.
He really did like his old ones, though. Even if he killed them on a regular basis.
The wizard digs out the town from his sock drawer. He hadn't used the damn game himself for so long. First there was that analyst guy, coming along and ruining all his plans. Then the one with the hat managed to lose his favourite game piece part way through. And now the curly-haired girl makes off with all his pieces!
He places twenty-six pieces onto the board. Let the game begin.
***
In a distant reality lies a small village called ComicFurysVille. It's a small, tight-knit community with a population that rarely breaches 25. Everyone knows everyone, everyone lives on the same street. It's vibrant, and colourful. It's interesting and bright. It's also possibly the most unfortunate village ever.
You see, on a number of occasions, it has been found to be completely empty, bar just a few people, and covered in blood and gore. And sometimes, a hapless wanderer will encounter the town, only to find a dead, furry body hanging on a tree near the gate.
And yet, the village always recovers, repopulates, the descendants of the inhabitants looking suspiciously like their ancestors (there's a lot of gossip about parental affairs.)
But recently, things have gone back to normal. It's been generations since anything bad happened, except that one incident at the custard factory (the townsfolk later realised that radioactivity is not a good property to find in custard) and the plague of frogs pestering the town (some idiot bred them, and it all ballooned from there).
And so we find ourselves in ComicFurysVille, on a warm, sunny day in September. MatthewJA is walking down the street, being incredibly loud as per usual. Not even talking to anyone in particular. Just making his own conversation.
Then there's a scream, and a ripping noise. The town falls silent, and MatthewJA falls in pieces into the street.
Ouch.
The townsfolk find him pretty soon. Those with weak stomachs turn away.
But one person holds up the town event log.
"Look! There's only one thing that could do this!"
Someone else cuts in. "There's no such thing as werewolves, you know. It's all a government conspiracy to stop us from stealing cable!"
The previous response was so dumb that everyone is convinced that surely, there must be werewolves in the town. Their ancestors curse has come back to haunt them.
The villages glance toward Ol' Lynchy, standing in the middle of the town square. Their lives hang in the balance of the noose.
Will they perish amongst their forbearers, torn to pieces by the townsfolk and the wolves? Or will they rise above the furry crusade and triumph?
Only time will tell.
***
Players
Day phase starts when you get your role PM! This'll probably be within the next hour.
The wizard sits in his dusty old library, searching for something he really shouldn't have lost.
He murmurs to himself.
"I bet that bloody curly-haired girl took them with her."
His face lights up as he finds at least some of what he was looking for behind some musty books.
But that's like, three of them. Certainly not enough for a full game.
Further searching reveals only a few more. He'd just have to get some new ones.
He really did like his old ones, though. Even if he killed them on a regular basis.
The wizard digs out the town from his sock drawer. He hadn't used the damn game himself for so long. First there was that analyst guy, coming along and ruining all his plans. Then the one with the hat managed to lose his favourite game piece part way through. And now the curly-haired girl makes off with all his pieces!
He places twenty-six pieces onto the board. Let the game begin.
***
In a distant reality lies a small village called ComicFurysVille. It's a small, tight-knit community with a population that rarely breaches 25. Everyone knows everyone, everyone lives on the same street. It's vibrant, and colourful. It's interesting and bright. It's also possibly the most unfortunate village ever.
You see, on a number of occasions, it has been found to be completely empty, bar just a few people, and covered in blood and gore. And sometimes, a hapless wanderer will encounter the town, only to find a dead, furry body hanging on a tree near the gate.
And yet, the village always recovers, repopulates, the descendants of the inhabitants looking suspiciously like their ancestors (there's a lot of gossip about parental affairs.)
But recently, things have gone back to normal. It's been generations since anything bad happened, except that one incident at the custard factory (the townsfolk later realised that radioactivity is not a good property to find in custard) and the plague of frogs pestering the town (some idiot bred them, and it all ballooned from there).
And so we find ourselves in ComicFurysVille, on a warm, sunny day in September. MatthewJA is walking down the street, being incredibly loud as per usual. Not even talking to anyone in particular. Just making his own conversation.
Then there's a scream, and a ripping noise. The town falls silent, and MatthewJA falls in pieces into the street.
Ouch.
The townsfolk find him pretty soon. Those with weak stomachs turn away.
But one person holds up the town event log.
"Look! There's only one thing that could do this!"
Someone else cuts in. "There's no such thing as werewolves, you know. It's all a government conspiracy to stop us from stealing cable!"
The previous response was so dumb that everyone is convinced that surely, there must be werewolves in the town. Their ancestors curse has come back to haunt them.
The villages glance toward Ol' Lynchy, standing in the middle of the town square. Their lives hang in the balance of the noose.
Will they perish amongst their forbearers, torn to pieces by the townsfolk and the wolves? Or will they rise above the furry crusade and triumph?
Only time will tell.
***
Players
Day phase starts when you get your role PM! This'll probably be within the next hour.
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