*** 2009 SUBSIM Werewolf Hunt - Story and Game thread ***

[A Very Super Market]

Things are going insane! The fishermen are taking over... I'm sorry herr Hitman, but nothing I can do would help you out of this situation... But I can't vote for you! I'm not convinced! The only one that I fear.. is Aramike! The only reason Gorduz is dead is because of him!

My god.... I'll be the only soldier left...

[SandyCaesar]

Originally Posted by Oberon

*Oberon heads into the mayors office and searches around, tapping the floor boards.*

In his investigations, Oberon found a piece of paper labeled Do Not Read. That guaranteed that within ten minutes, it was posted on the bulletin board.

To whom it may concern:

If you're reading this, it means that I'm dead. Killed by a werewolf or by the lynch mob, most likely; in any case you know that I'm no wolf, which will hopefully get you thinking about what I have to say.

(By the way, if it was the mob that killed me, I leave my boat, the Fjordwolf, to the villagers. Under no condition are you to open the hold, or the cabinet holding my personal letters. If, on the other, it was a wolf that killed me, then the point has very likely been rendered moot.)

In any case, I had been working with the inquisitorial force, once or twice. Among them, I know that UnderseaLcpl is innocent, seeing as he was killed. I am suspicious of both Chad and Hitman, though: both are in perfect position for an infiltrator. Chad in particular had ordered particularly irrational lynching orders for the mob: in both cases, Contact's and Gorduz's deaths were strange, merely because neither had done much to attract attention. Hitman I deem a more likely suspect, mainly because earlier on he had pretended to receive a seer report. Remember Contact's death? He had purported to receive a seer report on the mayor that turned out disastrously wrong.

Of the rest, I was always suspicious of Oberon; his part earlier on and his emphasis on fuel-stealing when the only people who could've used it were NealT and me struck me as strange--especially when NealT has been fishing out of a sail-powered craft, and Oberon continued to suspect him.

That's all I can really say for now. I hope now that someone will end this nightmare for us, Germans and Norwegians alike.

SandyCaesar
Probably deceased

[Onkel Neal]

Standing Their Ground

Feb. Friday the 13th, 1945 16:00

By now the village population has been devasted. Only a ragged brave few survived. Determined to strike back at the evil, Penelope and Mookie locked arms, their defiant gaze full upon the senior German military man. His wild claims had alarmed them, but whether he was a werewolf, or a man, he remained a German, and that was good enough for the people of Vanvikan at this point. Their lives were at stake with this vote, and they knew it.

Kapt. Jimbuna and the survivors of U-13 stood in readiness. The shocking lack of Wehrmacht troops had pressed them into service as a firing squad. A duty they would normally disdain, they now relished. Much like the villagers, the U-bootmenn were ready to lash out wildly, anything to buy them some time.

Wachoffizier Weiß Pinguin escorted Hauptmann Hitman to the school grounds. Hitman was very calm, almost pre-eternally so. As Pinguin began to bind him to the post, Hitman surged away, wrenching the Wachoffizier’s arms and sending him crashing to the ground.

“No!” shouted Penelope.

Kapt. Jimbuna, Oberon, and Mookie leaped on Hitman, struggling to keep him down. Penelope seized the Hitman’s right arm forcefully and Nisgeis lent his weight to the pile. At last, they dragged the condemned man to the post and lashed him tight. Hitman’s muscles bulged through his thin cotton short, veins as thick as cords.

“Mein gott,” exclaimed a breathless Oberon. “He’s an animal.”

The U-bootmenn straggled back to their station and quickly righted their rifles.

“This is pathetic! I am your master. Release me!” snarled Hitman. “You will feel the curse, your blood will stain the soil. I will greet you in Hell alongside my Father!”

“Fire, verdammt! Fire and fire again!” The rifles ripped the evening sky. Spittle flew from Hitman’s twisted lips as the bullets slammed home. For a moment that none would forget his eyes glowed an evil, appalling amber, then Oberon leveled the ancient pistol that had once belonged to NealT and fired a single, silver bullet into the breast of the beast.

All was still.




NIGHT begins


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[Oberon]

*Oberon breathes heavily.*

"Mein Gott...we did it...we actually did it! We got one!"

*For the first time in a very long time, Oberon actually smiles with relief.*

"Well, if that doesn't call for a celebration I do not know what does...but, it still doesn't change the fact that tonight we will still have a wolf on the loose. But...if the original theory is three wolves, then we only have to face one."

*He smiles to himself, perhaps he won't have to go through with his mad scheme after all.*

[Jimbuna]

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

[Oberon]

Originally Posted by jimbuna

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

*Something hits Oberon suddenly, he looks across the fjord at the wreck of SandyCaesers boat, he smacks his hand on his head in anger.*

"Kaleu Jim, this is vitally important. Have any of your crew suffered any injuries lately? Any cuts or bruises, any burns?"

[Jimbuna]

Originally Posted by Oberon

*Something hits Oberon suddenly, he looks across the fjord at the wreck of SandyCaesers boat, he smacks his hand on his head in anger.*

"Kaleu Jim, this is vitally important. Have any of your crew suffered any injuries lately? Any cuts or bruises, any burns?"

"I will assemble the men this instant and check"

<but not before I get some RL kip>

[Oberon]

Originally Posted by jimbuna

"I will assemble the men this instant and check"

<but not before I get some RL kip>

"With your permission, sir, I'd like to come with you!"

((Same here, back tomorrow GMT))

[A Very Super Market]

And so, the private was the only one left. Oberon had sensibly resigned from service, all others were dead, and standing alone in a hostile, soon-to-be German-free village, was an absolutely terrified young man. 2 werewolves were dead, but the last... was it a hellhound? There was no protection against them, as JCwolf and UnderseaLcpl proved, as well as Chad. It was now a matter of holding their ground, but the one among them could still kill everyone.

The hauptmann had shattered all his reasonings. Alone, he could trust no one, but the postman. All others were subject to an intense amount of paranoia. Slowly, from murder scene to murder scene, the private would slowly travel. As Oberon had no more reason to stay there, the fortified tower was commandeered, and all who entered it'd field of vision would receive a generous helping of blinding light.

The private himself was a mess as well. The nasty bruise from the hellhound, the dark ovals that dominated his face, the unwashed uniform, muddy and creased from constantly falling down... The reinforcements might as well assume he died from starvation, and not the werewolf. The watch tower had changed immensely. The hardest worker in the garrison had managed to transform it into a bunker on stilts. The guns, usually covered in rust and completely unworkable, had been polished and lubed to the point of shining. Or they were simply replaced, now that there weren't enough soldiers to possibly use an MG42.

And he would watch the town from that bunker. Spying, you could say. There weren't that many people left. It would rain every so often, and there would often be puddles of blood popping up every few steps, provoking many interesting reactions from whoever was left. NealT's remains were still rotting outside the bunks. A large area around the U-boot was covered in SandyCaesar. The watch tower itself still held the remains of Raptor1. But the private didn't care. He couldn't waste his energy caring.

There was a kidney by the watch tower. It didn't look like the others, so it must have been Task Force's. How did it get there?...

Oberon was following Jimbuna into the wreckage of the Fjordwolf. Should have stuck in groups of three. Or alone. Two is a bad number in these times....

There were smoke plumes coming from Trondheim. Another bombing raid? Hopefully, one will go off course and destroy this place.

I wonder if all nazis are werewolves? It sure would make sense...

[Onkel Neal]

Here is the list of players and their public identities as of 2/13 8:00 PM

Kamp Letzte Jagd personnel
Chad -Oberst (Colonel) [DEAD]
Hitman - Hauptmann (Captain) [LYNCHED]
UnderseaLcpl - Oberfeldwebel (Sergeant Major) [DEAD]
Oberon - Gefreiter (Corporal)
stabiz - Gefreiter (Corporal) [DEAD]
A Very Super Market - Gemeiner (Private)
Letum - Gemeiner (Private) [LYNCHED]
Laufen zum Ziel - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD]
JCWolf - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD]

U-BOAT 13
Jimbuna - Kapitänleutnant
Raptor1 - Chief Engineer [DEAD]
Nisgeis - Leutnant zur See
Fincuan - Oberfähnrich zur See [DEAD]
Weiß Pinguin - Wachoffizier
Gorduz - Funker [LYNCHED]
Task Force - Seaman [DEAD]
Firewall - Seaman
Aramike - Seaman

Village of Vanvikan
Contact - Mayor [LYNCHED]
mookiemookie - Postman, acting mayor
Nokia - Innskeeper [DEAD]
Penelope_Grey - Barmaid, new owner of Mercy's Inn
XabbaRus - Sailor [SUICIDE]
SandyCaesar - Fisherman [DEAD]
NealT - Fisherman [DEAD]
lesrae - Shepperd [DEAD]
Gus - constable [DEAD]

[Weiss Pinguin]

As everyone goes about their business, Wachoffizier Weiß Pinguin sits at the bar inside Mercy's Inn, several empty glasses piled around him, babbling to all within earshot,.

"I just didn't see him coming! There was nothing I could do! One second he was as calm as a kitten, the next he was on top of me! He-" Suddenly he pauses, and for an instant almost looks sober. "You don't suppose... You don't think I could... Catch IT, do you? You don't think he could've passed it on, like some kind of sickness... Mein gott!" Pinguin stares into his mug, by now long empty, and swallows hard.

[Penelope_Grey]

*Stands in the inn looking around*

Wow how many years have I worked here? Wow. Now I am the owner. Poor Nokia.

*Looks at his photo on the wall*

From this moment in, this shall be called "The Nokia Inn" In honour of you!

*Paces back and forth.*

So far so good! Task Force has been tore apart. Can't say I am sad about that, not just because he was a werewolf, but rather he was as hateful in his human form as he was in his beastial form. Now we have offed Hitman... and I was right about both Task Force and Hitman. So by my count, that is probably two down. Two to go. From what I have managed to hear from various people Both Task Force and Hitman were just run of the mill Wolves. Which means... the boss wolf, the hell hound... is still out there.

Plus another one. I believe in one night, there were three killings. suppose, just suppose, that there are, four, wolves. 3 standard wolves, and 1 hellhound as leader.

Mookie and I are all that are left of the village! All the others are dead!
So, me and Mooks are human. That I don't doubt for a second.
Oberon and Supermarket are human.

The last wolves, must be two the 5, no, strike that, 4 left aboard U-13!! Kpt Jimbuna for some reason... I don't think is a guilty party. But I do think those men aboard the U-Boat are in grave danger.

One of my oldest suspects since this whole stinking affair began, was FIREWALL. I'm still leaning towards him.

So who can I be certain is human:
Me
Oberon
Mooks and
supermarket.

The last two wolves, are among the 5 aboard U-13 I am sure of it. Just as sure as I was Task Force was a beast!!

And I'f I'm not carefull... Im gonna end up talking to myself! I best write all this down just in case, by morning, I am... kaput! To quote our German associates.

*Lights a cigarette and starts writing things down*

[Onkel Neal]

The Weary Dawn

Feb. 14, 1945 07:10

As the early morning sun brought its consoling light to the village of Vanvikan, Penelope and Mookie met Leutnant zur See Nisgeis at the pier. Neither side presented a comforting face.
“We lost Oberon last night,” said Mookie.
Penelope’s eyes were red and weary. “He was so determined to get to the bottom of this, to understand its nature. Now he’s gone.”
“We were attacked last night as well,” said Nisgeis. Kapt. Jimbuna order all men to stay on U-13 and he buttoned the hatches directly after yesterday’s execution.”
Penelope gasped, “You mean to say—“
“—ja, the beast found its way into the boat. Either he is one among us or someone let him in. Seaman Firewall was ripped to pieces in the after torpedo room. The audacity of such an attack has left Kapt. Jimbuna in a shock. Firewall was like a son to him.” He turned and looked back the U-boat tied up at the sea buoy. Seaman Aramike on the bridge raised his arm and Nisgeis returned the gesture.
“What time did the attack take place?” asked Mookie.
“Only an hour before dawn. The blood is still fresh.”
“Oberon was heard screaming for his life at midnight. There is six hours difference.”
No words were spoken for a time, then Penelope raised her chin. “We are not beaten yet. We have paid a heavy toll to the Devil, but we must learn to be equally good at what is short and sharp and what is long and tough. There will be no flinching and no thought of giving in; and by what will seem almost a miracle to those outside this village, though we ourselves never doubted it, we now find ourselves in a position where I say that we can be sure that we have only to persevere to conquer.”
She turned and walked off the pier in a measured stride to the village path.
Mookie turned and looked at Nisgeis. “We had better pick wisely today.”

DAY begins



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[Jimbuna]

Jimbuna is totally outraged at the scene of carnage in his boat. Firewall was a loyal crew member up to the time he accused his Kaleun of being a werewolf, but that did not warrant this ghastly end to his young life.

Jimbuna felt a tinge of remorse because Firewall was on his list of suspects after that event but was dropping slowly towards the bottom as each day passed by.

The outrage soon turns to post traumatic shock and before he realises it he has somehow managed to walk to the Inn without noticing or acknowledging anything or anyone around him.

He walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of Schnapps then settled at a table in the corner to quietly contemplate and try to make sense of what had occurred during the evening.....

[A Very Super Market]

Agh! I can't take it anymore! It's Aramike! Aramike did it! It could only be him! I'm voting early today, and Aramike has to die!

ARAMIKE!