Werewolf Tarks and Boncer Vampire - A better love story than twilight.

[jmoo wan]

The recent death of Bluelegs, a beloved member of the community,

 

[DERO]

don't post in reverse you malaka

Rule votes changing not the of fan a not am I.

Malaka.

 

[boncer34]

It's now Phase 2

 

[Kurve]

Dingster

thanks boncer34 Tarkyn_24

 

[DemurePrincess]

In the quiet town of Forks, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, a dark cloud hung heavy in the air. The recent death of Bluelegs, a beloved member of the community, had cast a shadow of fear and suspicion over the once tranquil town. Whispers of vampires and dark forces lurked in the shadows, preying on the innocent, spread like wildfire through the tight-knit streets.

Amongst the villagers, Gralin was an outsider, a solitary figure whose mysterious past and reclusive nature made him an easy target for their fear-fueled paranoia. With his weathered face and piercing gaze, Gralin was often the subject of whispered rumors and speculative glances.

As tensions reached a boiling point, fueled by grief and uncertainty, the villagers turned their accusing eyes towards Gralin, convinced that he was the source of their woes. They saw in him a convenient scapegoat, a symbol of all their deepest fears and suspicions.

On a moonless night, a mob of angry villagers descended upon Gralin's modest cottage, their torches casting flickering shadows upon the walls. They dragged him from his home, heedless of his protests and pleas of innocence, their minds clouded by righteous indignation.

In the town square, amidst the jeering crowd, Gralin stood bound and helpless, his eyes wide with terror as the noose tightened around his neck. The air was thick with the stench of fear and hatred as the villagers prepared to mete out their own brand of justice.

As the noose tightened around Gralin's neck, his last breaths were stolen by the unforgiving night. The mob dispersed, their hearts heavy with the weight of what they had done. In the silence that followed, the village of Forks was left to grapple with the bitter taste of regret and the haunting specter of their own cruelty. And as the dawn broke over the horizon, casting its golden light upon the scene of tragedy, Gralin's lifeless body swung silently in the breeze, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men.

Gralin (Villager) lynched.

Umm! Gosh. Less details hey

 

[Gralin]

It's now Phase 2

hook me up with the dead pm thanks boncer or I'll use my piercing gaze on you

 

[DemurePrincess]

hook me up with the dead pm thanks boncer or I'll use my piercing gaze on you

 

[Kurve]

Gralin wasn't on my list. Just saying.

 

[myblueroan]

Gralin wasn't on my list. Just saying.

I hear ya.
Hmmm.

 

[Cadsky]

hook me up with the dead pm thanks boncer or I'll use my piercing gaze on you

Did you learn that one off bert?

 

[The Majestic]

Could you die quietly? Thanks

We just need to find a gag, just to make it go better.

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Vietnamese place has moved in. Not bad banh mi, pretty good spring rolls.

Do they do a vermicelli salad? There's a place up here that does the most insanely tasty ones with shredded pork and spring rolls mixed in and now that we've all started talking about it, I want it for dinner.

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Dingster

thanks boncer34 Tarkyn_24

Woah - that was quick!

 

[Kurve]

Woah - that was quick!

Planting a seed.

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Umm! Gosh. Less details hey

I dunno, that last line was pretty damn perfect (the writing, not the outcome).

And as the dawn broke over the horizon, casting its golden light upon the scene of tragedy, Gralin's lifeless body swung silently in the breeze, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men.​

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Planting a seed.

Water it a bit then ...

 

[Kurve]

Water it a bit then ...

Ding was on top of my list for top recruit/deadly player.

 

[BEaston]

So did the vig even use their shot? Not great if it's just wasted.

 

[Ocha905]

Let’s try Dingster again thanks boncer34 Tarkyn_24

 

[MarcMaverick]

Sorry for the inactivity, nursing a headache.

 

[MarcMaverick]

Sorry for the inactivity, nursing a headache.

Also my heart is slightly sore.

 

[myblueroan]

Ding was on top of my list for top recruit/deadly player.

Alright.
That makes sense.
Dingster thanks
boncer34
Tarkyn_24

 

[myblueroan]

So did the vig even use their shot? Not great if it's just wasted.

I guess we don't know as they may have hit protect or immune.

 

[boncer34]

In the tranquil village of Forks, nestled amidst the mist-shrouded forests of the Pacific Northwest, life unfolded much like the pages of a well-worn fairy tale. But beneath the facade of idyllic charm, a shadow loomed over the unsuspecting villagers, casting a pall of fear and uncertainty over their peaceful existence.

Kurve, a humble woodcutter, had long toiled in solitude amidst the towering trees that surrounded the village. His weathered hands and weary eyes bore witness to the passage of time, a silent testament to the hardships of his solitary life. But Kurve harbored a secret, one that set him apart from his fellow villagers and made him the unwitting target of unseen forces that lurked in the darkness.

Unknown to the villagers, Kurve had stumbled upon a dark secret hidden deep within the heart of the forest. Aro, the enigmatic leader of the Volturi, had long sought to expand his influence beyond the confines of vampire society, seeking to ensnare unsuspecting mortals in his web of intrigue and deceit.

Driven by a hunger for power and a thirst for blood, Aro had cast his gaze upon the quiet village of Forks, seeing in its inhabitants pawns in his deadly game of chess. And Kurve, with his keen senses and innate curiosity, had unwittingly stumbled upon Aro's carefully laid plans, his discovery threatening to unravel centuries of careful manipulation and control.

As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silver light upon the village below, Aro emerged from the shadows, his presence heralding the arrival of chaos and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his dark minions upon the unsuspecting villagers, their eyes ablaze with the thirst for blood.

In the chaos that ensued, Kurve found himself ensnared in Aro's sinister machinations, his very existence hanging in the balance as he struggled to escape the clutches of the immortal tyrant. But Aro, with his unmatched cunning and ruthless determination, pursued Kurve relentlessly, his cold laughter echoing through the night as he closed in for the kill.

With a swift stroke of his hand, Aro struck Kurve down, his lifeblood staining the forest floor as his final cries echoed into the night. And as the last vestiges of life slipped away from Kurve's broken body, the village of Forks was left to mourn the loss of one of their own, a hapless victim caught in the crossfire of powers beyond his comprehension.

But even in death, Kurve's sacrifice would not be forgotten. For his untimely demise served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness, and the fragility of mortal life in a world ruled by immortal beings. And as the villagers gathered to pay their respects to the fallen woodcutter, they vowed to never forget the price of their ignorance, and to remain ever vigilant against the encroaching shadows that threatened to consume them all.

Kurve (Villager) killed by Aro

 

[MarcMaverick]

I mean I guess.

Dingster

boncer34

tarkyn24

Still weird having to tag both.