It would happen like this.
East along the great highway of the River Isis, thronged with slow-moving brick-barges and asphalt-boats and corn-tankers, way down past Henly and Maidenhead to Teddington, where the dide from the German Ocean reaches, and further down still: to Mortlake, past the house of the great magician Dr Dee; past Falkeshall, where the pleasure-gardens spread out bright with fountains and banners by day, with tree-lamps and fireworks by night; past White Hall Palace, where the king holds his weekly Council of State; past the Shot Tower, dropping its endless drizzle of molten lead onto vats of murky water; further down still, to where the river, wide and filthy now, swings in a great curve to the south.
This is Limehouse, and here is the child who is going to disappear.
He is called Tony Makarios. His mother thinks he’s nine years old, but she has a poor memory that the drink has rotted; he might be eight or ten. His surname is Greek, but like his age, that is a guess on his mother’s part, because he looks more Chinese than Greek, an there’s Irish and Skraeling and Lascar in him from his mother’s side, too. Tony’s not very bright, but he has a sort of clumsy tenderness that sometimes prompts him to give his mother a rough hug and plant a sticky kiss on her cheeks. The poor woman is usually too fuddled to start such a procedure herself; but she responds warmly enough, once she realises what’s happening.
At the moment Tony is hanging about the market in Pie Street. He’s hungry. It’s early evening, and he won’t get fed at home. He’s got a shilling in his pocket that a soldier gave him for taking a message to his best girl, but Tony’s not going to waste that on food, when you can pick up so much for nothing.
So he wanders through the market, between the old-clothes stalls and the fried fish seller, with his little daemon on his shoulder, a sparrow, watching this way and that; and when a stall holder and her daemon are both looking elsewhere, a brisk chirp sounds, and Tony’s hand shoots out and returns to his loose shirt with an apple or a couple of nuts, and finally with a hot pie.
The stall holder sees that, and shouts, and her cat-daemon leaps, but Tony’s sparrow is aloft and Tony himself halfway down the street already. Curses and abuse go with him, but not far. He stops running at the steps of St Catherine’s Oratory, where he sits down and takes out his steaming, battered prize, leaving a trail of gravy on his shirt.
And he’s being watched. A lady in a long yellow-red fox-fur coat, a beautiful young lady whose dark hair falls shining delicately under the shadow of her fur-lined hood, is standing in the doorway of the Oratory, half a dozen steps above him. It might be that a service is finishing, for light comes from the doorway behind her, an organ is playing inside, and the lady is holding a jewelled breviary.
Tony knows nothing of this. His face contentedly deep in the pie, his toes curled inwards and his bare soles together, he sits and chews and swallows while his daemon becomes a mouse and grooms her whiskers.
The young lady’s daemon is moving out from beside the fox-fur coat. He is in the form of a monkey, but no ordinary monkey: his fur is long and silky and of the most deep and lustrous gold. With sinuous movements he inches down the steps towards the boy, and sits a step above him.
Then the mouse senses something, and becomes a sparrow again, cocking her head a fraction sideways, and hops along the stone a step or two.
The monkey watches the sparrow; the sparrow watches the monkey.
The monkey reaches out slowly. His little hand is black, his nails perfect horny claws, his movements gentle and inviting. The sparrow can’t resist. She hops further, and further, and then, with a little flutter, up on to the monkey’s hand.
The monkey lifts her up, and gazes closely at her before standing and swinging back to his human, taking the sparrow-daemon with him. The lady bends her scented head to whisper.
And then Tony turns. He can’t help it.
“Ratter!” he says half in alarm, his mouth full.
The sparrow chirps. It must be safe. Tony swallows his mouthful and stares.
“Hello,” says the beautiful lady. “What is your name?”
“Tony”
“Where do you live, Tony?”
“Clarice Walk”
“What’s in that pie?”
“Beefsteak”
“Do you like chocolatl?”
“Yeah!”
“As it happens, I’ve got more chocolatl than I can drink myself. Will you come and help me drink it?”
He’s lost already. He was lost the moment his slow-witted daemon hopped on to the monkey’s hand. He follows the beautiful young lady and the golden monkey down Denmark Street and along to Hangman’s Wharf, and down King George’s Steps to a little green door in the side of a tall warehouse. She knocks, the door is opened; they go in, the door is closed. Tony will never come out – at least, by that entrance and he’ll never see his mother again. She, poor drunken thing, will think he’s run away, and when she remembers him, she’ll think it was her fault, and sob her sorry heart out.


IT IS NIGHT

POG Rules
Do not attack or insult other players in the game. A little bit can be overlooked; if it becomes excessive, or contravenes 2+2 site rules, then Moderator action may be taken. You should focus on attacking a persons ideas, actions or logic - not the poster as an individual. If you feel someone is crossing the line with namecalling, you should PM a POG Mod (Legend42, gtpitch or Zurvan) who is not currently playing in the game. Post reports should be avoided if mods are playing the game, as it may provide them additional unfair information based on who is reporting. Standard 2+2 rules violations (ie, telling someone to perish in a oily conflagration, inline nudity) can be reported with the Post Notification button.

Wagering on the game is not allowed.

2+2 Terms of Service and site rules are to be observed at all times

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Basic Rules

No editing posts

No deleting posts

Do not copy/paste, screen shot, or otherwise post your Role PM.

Any other PMs or private communication with the Game mod is not to be posted in the thread

Any time you have rule questions - be it general questions, or those about specific game rules - contact the Mod in private. Do not post the question in thread, and do not expect the mod to see any questions posted.

No communication outside the game thread with ANY other players in the game about the game, unless it is specifically allowed by your role, and only within such times as are specified in the role PM.


The Setup


This is a Mish Mash Werewolf game with a variety of roles and objectives.

There will be no day actions. There may or may not be events.




There were some n0 actions


Voting

Each day, each player is allowed (and encouraged) to vote to lynch a player. To do so, type the name of the player in bold; if you want to be sure the moderator sees it, you could be so kind as to write something like "vote: Zurvan", but it is not required.You may abbreviate the name of the player, provided it is clear to other players (and the moderator) whom you mean.

You may remove your vote by posting "unvote". You may change your vote simply by voting the new player; you do not need to unvote.

At the end of the scheduled game day, the player with the most votes is lynched, and his role revealed in the thread. If two or more players are tied for the most votes, one of the tied players is chosen randomly by the moderator.


The Timing

All times give are server time, which is also Eastern Standard Time.

I will open the thread every morning by posting "It is day." You may not post in the thread until I have made the morning post. Day will usually start at 7AM

Day lasts until 7:30PM. Posting at 7:30PM is acceptable, and votes with that time stamp will be counted. Posting after that, even just a minute after, is not acceptable, even if I have not yet declared it night by posting "It is night." Do not post in the thread at any time, for any reason, between the end of the day and the opening of the trhead the next morning.

Weekends are different: There is not "night" Saturday night -- the thread remains open from Saturday morning until Sunday evening. There is no scheduled Saturday night lynch.

There is no majority lynch in this game


Communication

Villagers and seers may not communicate with any other player in the game, other than by posting in this thread. Any communication about the substance of the game (i.e., anything beyond the fact that the game is being played and that you are in it) is prohibited.

Wolves may communicate with each other by any means they desire during wolf chat.

Wolves have 24 hour wolf chat


The Roster

aaronk56's son
bsball8806
coordi
cphoya
crazyk951
derwipok
g0tgame?
gadarene
hifi
jamee999
jimhalpert
krayz
loretta8
metsandfinsfan
never
priptonite
rebonkulous
rockchucker8
silman
sun tzu
swiitch
telcontar
thedean1
the evil polka man
vayacondios
xxaceshigh77xx
zayana
zomghax




Questions and Confirmation

Any questions regarding the rules should be submitted to the moderator by PM.

Other Rules

Participation

Werewolf is a participatory game. While it may be good strategy simply never to post, it is not fun for other players when people play that way. Accordingly, everyone is expected to participate on a regular basis.

This means that everyone is expected to post something every day, but it means more than that. Popping into the thread once a day to say "posting to avoid modkill" is an excellent way to get modkilled.

If you aren't going to be able to post at all on a given game day, tell me beforehand. Life happens; we get that. Once or twice is not an enormous problem, but if it's going to be an ongoing issue, we'll have to find you a substitute.

I will be subbing out people who do not post. If I cannot find a sub I will modkill you

Angleshooting

Lying is not only allowed, it is expected.

Quoting or paraphrasing communications with or PMs from the mod is not allowed.

Player assistance with vote counts will be greatly appreciated when the moderator is not available. If you make a mistake while doing one, that's to be expected. Do not intentionally make any, though.

Posting after day has ended, whether I have called "night" or not, is not allowed.

Discussing the game outside the thread is not allowed. Sometimes this comes up when someone is in two games at once; basically, the most you can say outside this thread is that the game is going on, and so-andso was or is in it.

Posting in the thread after you're dead is not allowed, much. You may post once after you are killed, if you want, but you may not say anything substantive -- "go, village" or "take it down, wolves" are about the limit. After that, stay out of the thread; root, but root silently.

It is best if after you are dead you don't discuss the substance of the game with anyone else in the game, or even other people, until it's over.

If you are ever unsure about whether something is or is not allowed PM the game mod and ask.

IT IS NIGHT

# If you forget to submit a night action, you lose it. (this does not include any n0 actions)
# If there is a risk that you cannot submit a certain future night action, because of IRL interference, please PM the mods in advance.
# There are anti-claim mechanisms in operation.

Please pm DonkDonkDonkDonk with any night actions, questions, etc., NOT this account, I currently have 1 private message everything else gets lost. When I can increase my limit I will say.

NIGHT

This is my first time modding a mishmash so when I **** up, as I inevitably will, don't be too hard on me. I don't want to suffer the humiliation of being mislynched as mod.

Thread will open in :40 minutes

NIGHT

Can a mod put a on this thread?

Just a reminder on a few things

Keep it cordial.

If you have any questions regarding the game, roles, mechanics etc. please pm DonkDonkDonkDonk with them do NOT post them in the thread.

never ever quote any pm or correspondence with the mod in the thread.

Have fun!

NIGHT

It is DAY

1st

Being re-freshing for list 10 mintues. !! with 2 screens open.

But i got my second 1st

FU NEVER

yay, mishmash

unnecessarily aggressive behaviour from zomg here imo.

Man you where like 4 or 5 minutes behind the thread opening !! you where NeVeR going to get a 1st with that.

witty response!

Hey Telco.. where in Ireland ya from ?

Athlone.


And before you ask, that's not a part of Dublin

Didn't know they had computers and internet there !!! lol i kid i kid . Been there a few times on the way to Galway. Think it's bypassed now tho.

it is indeed thankfully.

it's a huge town now and the volume of traffic in the area would make it impossible to get through nowadays.

I've never been to ireland

COME AT ME BRO

YOU DONT KNOW ME

feeling fierce this morning, i see?

Never been outside NA ftl.


I want to go to the land of the ice bears more though

me too

rawr

ATE MY WHEATIES AND JUST HAD MY PROTEIN SHAKE

WHAT OF IT

I'd never leave this land,

I've been away for a few months at a time. But could never see myself living anywhere else.

Taking your roids regularly too I see.