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Werewolf Jmoo & Eth-diggity-dog present John Hughes presenting The Breakfast Club Vs Ferris Bueller Werewolf
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If it's not written in the OP you should be able to? Or did Hosts say you can't? Usually it will say, 'can't pass thru a faction more than once' if you aren't allowed,
but OP only says 'must be passed on by end of next day phase'.
Some instructions may have been overlooked..but still meant though.
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I thought jmoo would have done the write up by now haha.
jannissary (Claire Standish/Roleblocker) lynched by village.
jannissary (Claire Standish/Roleblocker) lynched by village.
jannissary
AAAAAAAAAAARGH!
def chat thanks
Sorry but only one seer and one kill limited us . Once we lost Nothing we were rudderless but decided to enjoy it anyway
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jmoo wan
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The citizens of Illinois gathered for yet another heated debate. Accusations flew, tempers flared, and alliances teetered on the edge of collapse. At the centre of it all stood Claire Standish, the Breakfast Club’s Princess, her usual cool composure barely intact.
“Well, clearly, it’s not me,” Claire began, flipping her perfectly styled hair with a shaky hand. “I mean, would someone like me even have time for… for whatever this is?”
Her argument fell flat. Nobody believed her—her excuses were flimsy, her lies obvious. Even Ferris Bueller, leaning casually against a tree, raised an eyebrow in amusement. The crowd saw through her protestations, but for some reason, they let her dig herself deeper.
“Honestly, you people are just jealous,” Claire snapped, her irritation bubbling over. “I’ve got better things to do than hang around and be accused of… of being evil. This is, like, totally ridiculous.”
The citizens exchanged knowing glances.
“Jealous, huh?” muttered some other kid, who no one bothered to give a role to, crossing his arms. “We’ve seen your tricks, Claire. Blocking people, messing with plans—who’s jealous now?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “As if! I was just… protecting everyone! Yeah, that’s it! I’ve been trying to help you guys all along!”
Her explanation was as transparent as a window after a Saturday detention cleanup. The votes came in, and despite her protests, the citizens made their choice.
As the mob closed in, Claire huffed dramatically. “Fine. Go ahead. Do what you always do. Blame the one with actual style. I don’t even care anymore.”
With a theatrical toss of her scarf, Claire accepted her fate. But as the final blow fell, there was no monstrous transformation, no secret villain revealed. Instead, the truth hit everyone like a cafeteria lunch tray: Claire Standish wasn’t a wolf—just the town’s Roleblocker, caught in a web of bad lies and worse luck.
The silence was deafening. Someone in the back coughed awkwardly.
Claire’s final words echoed through the air as the sun set:
“Whatever. You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
jannissary Claire Standish (Roleblocker) has been lynched. Night falls once more...
“Well, clearly, it’s not me,” Claire began, flipping her perfectly styled hair with a shaky hand. “I mean, would someone like me even have time for… for whatever this is?”
Her argument fell flat. Nobody believed her—her excuses were flimsy, her lies obvious. Even Ferris Bueller, leaning casually against a tree, raised an eyebrow in amusement. The crowd saw through her protestations, but for some reason, they let her dig herself deeper.
“Honestly, you people are just jealous,” Claire snapped, her irritation bubbling over. “I’ve got better things to do than hang around and be accused of… of being evil. This is, like, totally ridiculous.”
The citizens exchanged knowing glances.
“Jealous, huh?” muttered some other kid, who no one bothered to give a role to, crossing his arms. “We’ve seen your tricks, Claire. Blocking people, messing with plans—who’s jealous now?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “As if! I was just… protecting everyone! Yeah, that’s it! I’ve been trying to help you guys all along!”
Her explanation was as transparent as a window after a Saturday detention cleanup. The votes came in, and despite her protests, the citizens made their choice.
As the mob closed in, Claire huffed dramatically. “Fine. Go ahead. Do what you always do. Blame the one with actual style. I don’t even care anymore.”
With a theatrical toss of her scarf, Claire accepted her fate. But as the final blow fell, there was no monstrous transformation, no secret villain revealed. Instead, the truth hit everyone like a cafeteria lunch tray: Claire Standish wasn’t a wolf—just the town’s Roleblocker, caught in a web of bad lies and worse luck.
The silence was deafening. Someone in the back coughed awkwardly.
Claire’s final words echoed through the air as the sun set:
“Whatever. You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
jannissary Claire Standish (Roleblocker) has been lynched. Night falls once more...
Excellent.
Now whomever survives tonight , continue down ZERGS list of suspects . he is doing well so far.
I suspect i may die tonight.
But better targets for evil are out there. Like the Wolves need to target those Breakfast Clubbers and the Bad Harry.
Roll on the Bed time and dreams
jannissary
AAAAAAAAAAARGH!
gimmie the dead chat NOW
DemurePrincess
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Be nice lol
he is being nice for a Ghost.
DemurePrincess
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Gee! I wonder what today will bring! 
myblueroan
The truth sometimes arrives on horses. 🐎
Hi Prinnie.Gee! I wonder what today will bring!
Sleep well?
Coffee was good this morning. Woke very early.
Have some visiting birds that sound like R2D2.
DemurePrincess
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I put my child to bed at 8.45pm and never saw light again! Best sleep ever!
Anyway, today seems like a good day to die
Today we all die lol
myblueroan
The truth sometimes arrives on horses. 🐎
Today MBR strikes back lol
myblueroan
The truth sometimes arrives on horses. 🐎
myblueroan
The truth sometimes arrives on horses. 🐎
Night 4 (I think)
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jmoo wan
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Double Trouble in Illinois
The chaos in Shermer reached a new level of carnage as the town’s factions continued their battle for dominance. While the citizens huddled nervously in their homes, afraid of what the night might bring, two rival groups crept through the streets, unknowingly united by a common target.
DemurePrincess - Clark Griswold (flog): A Target for All
Clark Griswold, the well-meaning but endlessly clumsy leader of the Griswold family, had spent the day rallying his loved ones.
“Alright, team!” Clark declared, holding a flashlight (which wasn’t working because, of course, the batteries were dead). “We’ve got to stick together! The Griswolds will save the day—just like that time we survived Walley World!”
But his optimism wasn’t enough to shield him from what lay ahead. As Clark prepared for another "brilliant" plan to catch the wolves, disaster struck. Twice.
Ferris Bueller's Gang Strikes First
Ferris Bueller, still reeling from the loss of his girlfriend Sloane, had become a shadow of the charming trickster the town once adored. Now consumed by vengeance, Ferris had set his sights on anyone who stood in his way—and Clark Griswold, bumbling but brave, seemed like an easy target.
Sneaking into the Griswold home with the precision of someone who'd slipped past hundreds of hall monitors, Ferris delivered the first blow. “Sorry, Clark,” Ferris muttered with a smirk. “But life moves pretty fast, and I’m done waiting around.”
Clark, as always, was taken by surprise. “Oh, come on!” he groaned. “I didn’t even get to finish fixing the roof this time!”
The Breakfast Club Finishes the Job
Unbeknownst to Ferris, the Breakfast Club was also gunning for Clark, seeing him as a beacon of hope for the town—and a threat to their survival.
As Ferris slipped out of the house, Claire, Bender, and the rest of the Breakfast Club crept in. They didn’t care who had struck first; they had one goal: eliminate Clark.
“I knew it,” Clark muttered as the shadowy figures closed in. “It’s always the teenagers.”
With a final flurry of chaos—complete with a chain-smoking midget, a trained zebra named Larry, and a comically misplaced bowling ball—Clark Griswold met his untimely end.
Morning Announcement
The town awoke to the shocking news: Clark Griswold, the bumbling yet beloved defender of the town, had been killed in a coordinated attack by both Ferris Bueller’s gang and the Breakfast Club. His home, now a crime scene, bore the marks of two groups working independently but with terrifying efficiency.
The day phase begins as the citizens face their dwindling numbers and rising fear.
The chaos in Shermer reached a new level of carnage as the town’s factions continued their battle for dominance. While the citizens huddled nervously in their homes, afraid of what the night might bring, two rival groups crept through the streets, unknowingly united by a common target.
Clark Griswold, the well-meaning but endlessly clumsy leader of the Griswold family, had spent the day rallying his loved ones.
“Alright, team!” Clark declared, holding a flashlight (which wasn’t working because, of course, the batteries were dead). “We’ve got to stick together! The Griswolds will save the day—just like that time we survived Walley World!”
But his optimism wasn’t enough to shield him from what lay ahead. As Clark prepared for another "brilliant" plan to catch the wolves, disaster struck. Twice.
Ferris Bueller, still reeling from the loss of his girlfriend Sloane, had become a shadow of the charming trickster the town once adored. Now consumed by vengeance, Ferris had set his sights on anyone who stood in his way—and Clark Griswold, bumbling but brave, seemed like an easy target.
Sneaking into the Griswold home with the precision of someone who'd slipped past hundreds of hall monitors, Ferris delivered the first blow. “Sorry, Clark,” Ferris muttered with a smirk. “But life moves pretty fast, and I’m done waiting around.”
Clark, as always, was taken by surprise. “Oh, come on!” he groaned. “I didn’t even get to finish fixing the roof this time!”
Unbeknownst to Ferris, the Breakfast Club was also gunning for Clark, seeing him as a beacon of hope for the town—and a threat to their survival.
As Ferris slipped out of the house, Claire, Bender, and the rest of the Breakfast Club crept in. They didn’t care who had struck first; they had one goal: eliminate Clark.
“I knew it,” Clark muttered as the shadowy figures closed in. “It’s always the teenagers.”
With a final flurry of chaos—complete with a chain-smoking midget, a trained zebra named Larry, and a comically misplaced bowling ball—Clark Griswold met his untimely end.
The town awoke to the shocking news: Clark Griswold, the bumbling yet beloved defender of the town, had been killed in a coordinated attack by both Ferris Bueller’s gang and the Breakfast Club. His home, now a crime scene, bore the marks of two groups working independently but with terrifying efficiency.
The day phase begins as the citizens face their dwindling numbers and rising fear.
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