Chekt wrote:
Eh, I guess some dead person can take my postition…if that is all-right with DG.
I don't think it can be someone dead, since they might know things. Ju Ju PMed me asking if he should stay quiet because he found stuff out after he died.
Day 3: The Tree
As the sun rose, the villagers crawled out of bed, waiting glumly for the announcement that now seemed inevitable. Sure enough, at nine o' clock, Einoo turned on his megaphone and shouted: "TOWN MEETING!" They filed into the square; the feeling of despair was almost tangible. How long would this go on?
"Who croaked this time?" said Susan.
"Sue! That's very rude!" replied Einoo. "These tragedies are not to be taken lightly. It was Revenge of the Burninated, taken in his own bedroom."
"Sorry, Einoo," muttered Susan sheepishly, "It's just... you get hardened when you see it over and over."
Einoo nodded sagely and passed out the ballots. This time the villagers were determined to take down a wolf. Ian reasoned, "We need to stand united. If we split the vote, the wolves will unite against us. Let's find one wolf and vote together."
Ace nodded. "Good idea. In my opinion, Dacheet is the most suspicious among us. Notice how he always stays away from most of us? What is he planning?"
There was a little bickering then, as different voters shared their opinions on who should be lynched. Eventually, however, they reahced a majority decision and handed in their ballots.
"The winner is Dacheet15. Please step forward."
Dacheet was standing in the back, alone as usual. He crept forward slowly, not saying a word. The crowd parted to let him through. "Any last words?" asked Einoo.
Dacheet replied in a barely audible voice, "This isn't the end." As the bullet pierced his chest, he let out a scream of pain, the loudest sound he had ever made. The scream transformed into a howl as Dacheet's face twisted and morphed. Fur, fangs, whiskers sprouted, but too late for him to make an attack. He slumped to the ground, trapped mid-transformation. As the spectacle ended, that feeling of despair lifted ever so slightly.
There was no time to celebrate, however, for a researcher's work is never done. Besides, as sci-fi greg had stated at the meeting, Dacheet was right. They would not be able to celebrate until evey wolf was gone. And so, the people went back to their daily work. For That Cinammon Thing, that meant geographical study. Although the team had been on the island for over six months, they had yet to completely map it. Cinammon believed that this was due to a megnetic phenomenon that interfered with their compasses. Each day he had ventured farther into the island alone, always well protected of course, to map the island. Today he went north up the steep hills and deep into the forest. Sure enough, his compass soon spun wildly, but he followed a different trail: the trail of a dowsing machine, detecting ley lines on the island caused by underground magnetic currents. The hike was long and hard, but Cinammon pressed on.
Suddenly he heard movement in the bushes. He froze. A wolf? It couldn't be, in the day, could it? The rustling got closer very fast and he thought he saw a dark shape move out of the corner of his eye. He bolted, not caring which direction he came from, only trying to get away. At first the trees tangled in his hair and hindered him, but soon they thinned. Cinammon stopped when he reached a clearing to catch his breath. The wood was silent; it appeared he had lost his pursuer. But here, fear was replaced with puzzlement as he stared at what lay before him.
At first he thought it was a large house made of wood. The wood spread out to form a solid wall a good fifty feet across. He followed the wall up with his eyes, and it stretched above him as far as the eye could see. Branches as thick as a man jutted from its sides, so many of them that they blocked out the sun in a circle around the tree. For that was what this was, not a house, but a tree more massive than any Cinammon had ever seen. He could not see the top of it for the height and the many branches. Cinammon backed out of the clearing with wonder. As soon as he was behind the tree line, the massive tree seemed to disappear from view. Bewildered, Cinammon slowly trekked homeward. It was getting late, and he would have a story to tell when he returned.
SUMMARY
- Story stuff: The humans united to make their first wolf kill. That Cinammon found a gigantic tree in the forest.
- Dacheet15 has been killed. He was a wolf.
- We need a replacement for Chekt while he is gone.
- It is now night. Wolves and angel PM me.
- 11 humans and 7 wolves remain.
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