Down at the local pub, the atmosphere is sombre following the death of Yellow. Sinny and RB are sat at a table, locked into a heated debate about whodunit…
“It’s just like QuickTwist said - you're all snark, no substance.” sniped redbaron, bearing his teeth and contorting his face into a hateful scowl. “You have absolutely zero proof that I had anything to with Yellow’s death. For all I know, the killer could have been you”.
Sinny placed her pint gently on the table, smiled and tilted her head to one side, quizzically.
“Do you like silver, redbaron?” she said, casually removing a cigarette from her pocket.
redbaron looked confused. “Why should that matter? What has that got to do with anything?”
“Oh” said Sinny, lighting her cigarette and taking a long drag. “I just wanted you to take a look at something”. Her eyes locked on to redbaron. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat; murder was written all over her face.
“What do you want me to look at?”, he inquired nervously.
Sinny tilted her head back defiantly and smiled. Placing both arms on the table, she leaned in to redbaron. Through the haze of her cigarette smoke, she said “This silver bullet, motherfucker!”
redbaron tried to leap to the floor in an attempt to make a scramble for it, but it was too late – his fate was sealed.
In one swift movement Sinny threw herself backwards, reached for the concealed .44 magnum holstered under her left arm, aimed it at redbaron and pulled the trigger. By the time she hit the floor, it was all over.
A deafening bang and a bright flash were the last things redbaron experienced before his untimely demise. His head exploded into a shower of gelatinous gloop which covered everything within a 10m radius. His now headless body slumped to the floor, geyser-like neck spraying blood everywhere with his final heartbeats.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” shrieked Minuend, choking on her quadruple whiskey as she ran over to inspect the scene. “He was being a bit of an arsehole, but that didn’t warrant blowing his head off! What the hell, Sinny?!”
Sinny stood up, now drenched in redbaron’s blood. She licked some of it from her lips, the taste all too familiar to her. She was no stranger to scenes such as these.
“Shut up and watch” she said, smirking.
redbaron’s body began to writhe and twist as if in agony. His veins suddenly became visible, grey and bulging as though his cardiovascular system was under immense strain. His flesh began to turn black and an awful, sulphurous stench filled the air.
“Ew… Jesus! What the flippity fucksticks?” inquired Minuend, covering her face with her sleeve in a vain attempt to mitigate the stomach churning smell.
“An allergy to silver”, replied Sinny. “redbaron was one of the afflicted. I have seen beasts such as these before.”.
Sinny pointed out redbaron’s now partially transformed physique:
“Note how powerfully built he is”, said Sinny. “Usually, they aren’t so bulky”.
“What do you think that means?” asked Minuend. “You’re being rather cryptic”.
Sinny turned to Minuend with raised eyebrow and a knowing gaze. “This one was special”, she said.
They stood in silence and surveyed the carnage for a while. There was blood everywhere. fragments of skull and bits of brain littered the tables and chairs. "Damn", said Minuend. "Cool, huh?" replied Sinny, flicking some brain matter from her sleeve.
A sudden movement to their right caught Sinny’s attention, and she instinctively drew her concealed M2 rocket launcher which she had sequestered away in a place it’d be indecent to speak of.
Cheeseumpuffs, the barman, raised his hands in surrender. “D-don’t s-shoot!” he stammered. “I j-just want to get a d-drink to calm my nerves after the scene you just caused. I’m going to have to close the bar to tidy this mess up! Good call, though”.
“I’ll stay behind and help”, said Sinny. “But first, I’ll have a vodka”
“Double?” croaked Cheeseumpuffs.
“Just give me the fucking bottle” she said, slumping back down into her seat and lighting another cigarette.
redbaron is dead. He was the Roleblocker Werewolf.
Sinny has revealed herself to be the Vigilante.
...the wolves grow stronger...
Wolves can now win by matching town numbers, rather than outnumbering them. i.e. if the game reaches a point where there is a 2:2 ratio of wolves and town, wolves win by default.
