Drop polished off his tankard of ale, exhaling with satisfaction that it was finally over with. Now to just wait for the haze of drunkeness to wash over his mind. The day had been long and hard, a mass of confusion that threatened to destroy the town's way of life, which, let's face it, was pretty shitty to begin with. As Sherriff, his duties mostly consisted of reigning in the majority of men in the village when they commit a DWI (Driving While Impotent), which happened more often than not. Luckily the punishment was to have one of the few females in the village to scream obscenities at their crotch for two hours, so there wasn't much of a reason to imprison them.
Drop leaned back in his chair, finally beginning to feel the buzz. As he relaxed, he noticed a group of individuals entering the tavern menacingly.
"Drop?"
"Yeah, what?"
"You're the Sherriff, right?"
"What of it?"
"Oh nothing. We thought we just might have a word with you. We caught one of the villagers taking a shit on several of the village's dogs. He tied them down and everything."
"Oh, that's just Bob. He does that."
The group looked at each other, confused. "Uhh...he's also setting fire to them?"
"Well, it IS Tuesday."
Bob walked into the tavern, holding the charred and smelly corpse of a Pomeranian. "Drop, those guys are wolves."
"What? No they aren't, look, they've got perfectly human wet noses, tails, and...and...oh shit."
The wolves descended on Drop, tearing him limb from limb.
Bob chewed on his dinner, a paw shoved in his mouth. "Mmmf. Told ya."
Drop has been eliminated from the game!
Welcome Drop!
You are a Village-aligned Sheriff.
Nobody likes you, ok? Youre only in this position because you are forced to live in the Sheriffs cottage on the edge of the village, away from everyone else. You probably could have avoided this problem with a bath once in awhile, but after a horrible incident involving a bar of soap, a cucumber, and the bullies at school, youve had a several phobia of getting clean. At least youve been able to convince everyone to let you speak, but its really only because they know youll leave them alone once youre done. Still, youre lonely. So ronery. There has to be someway to make a friend coerce someone into hanging out with you, or at least to take over this shitty job when you inevitably get killed by a wolf with no nose.
Thanks to your public office, you begin the game known to all other Villagers. As the Sheriff, you also have two abilities.
First, thanks to your influence, you Double vote using the command Double: <target>.
Second, you MUST deputize another player once a Day by posting the command Deputize: <target> to the game thread. Your Deputy has no special powers but will take over as Sheriff if you die. This does not change their own role, alignment, or win conditions in any way.
Villagers win when theyve eliminated all threats to the Village.
Suddenly another scream came from outside the Tavern. A villager came rushing out of their home, crying bloody murder.
"Bloody murder! Bloody murder!"
Another group of villagers stopped them, calming them down. "What happened?"
"I-I woke up in the middle of the night to find someone sleeping in my bed! They were spooning me, and my bed was incredibly warm for some reason. I turned around, and found a furry beast with his paws wrapped around me! After making out with it for a little bit, I grabbed the nearest weapon I could find, an old rusty spoon, and I stabbed it thirty times, killing it! Oh god, it was terribly frightening, but now I think I may have a fetish. Where's the nearest furry convention?"
Terrabyte20xx has been eliminated from the game!
Welcome Terrabyte20xx!
You are a Werewolf-aligned Dream Wolf.
As the legendary Dream Wolf, you have the power to...sleep. Yes, sleep! The most wondrous of abilities! You can do things like...dream...and snore...and...uh...ok, thats about it. Sorry. As long as you keep up your human appearance, you should be ok though. Just like any good somnambulist, youll just wander into peoples homes, and then leave in the morning when you wake up. No biggie. Hey, you might even get lucky! YEAH! Honestly, the hardest part is finding enough space to turn around three times before you pass out.
Each Night, you will automatically visit another player, chosen randomly. You will not be told which player. This will continue until another Wolf dies, at which point you will will wake up and act as if you were an Ordinary Werewolf. You will not have access to your Faction kill until that time.
Your team consists of a bunch of super cool dudes who would never harm a fly.
Werewolves win when they tie or outnumber the remaining non werewolf-aligned players.
All Werewolves also have access to their normal Faction kill. To use it, PM me the command Kill: <target>. You can only take one action a Night unless you are the sole remaining Werewolf.