My fellow citizens of Overflow's Lookout...
It is with great difficulty I bring you the following message.
Sherriff McKinley is dead. And not just your average killing. His body wouldn’t have been recognizable if it weren’t for the uniform. He was torn to pieces and partially eaten. Partially EATEN. Now I’ve heard of things like these, and brought in an investigator just to rule out any crazy possibilities. As it would turn out, what we feared the most has been realized.
Werewolves. The investigator and myself counted up to four sets of tracks, but there could have easily been five or more. These ‘men’ seemed to have finished their meal and deposited the body in the woods. However, following a trail of dribbling blood led us right back to the Sherriff’s house, where everything was in order minus an unlocked door. No windows were broken and there were no signs of a forced entry. This tells us that the late sheriff probably let the murderers in himself. Meaning, the wolves, or at least the first one he let in, was someone he TRUSTED.
Now, this news is obviously disturbing. It is for this reason that myself and my small staff have relocated to the bomb shelter down the road. We have an armed guard near the entrance, and anyone approaching will be viewed as dangerous and shot on site. Do NOT attempt to visit the bunker. In addition, we have two armed men walking around the perimeter of the city. Anyone attempting to leave the city will be viewed as a wolf attempting to escape, and will be SHOT ON SIGHT.
Sheriff McKinley was the law. Now that he’s dead, law belongs to the popular majority. Myself and my staff will be watching from a safe distance. It is up to you, the townspeople, to sniff out the traitors, try them, and punish them as you see fit. In the day, you are permitted to hang one person, who, by popular majority, is viewed as a traitor. At night, I advise you all lock your doors and accept no guests. My guess is that the wolves will move at night. Surviving this ordeal will require wits and caution. Use them both.
Our investigator told us that a werewolf’s body will show itself when it dies. That the hair will grow out and the fangs protrude as life’s breath passes their lips. If an innocent villager is hung, they’re a tragic loss, yet a loss in necessity. The sheriff was a good friend of mine, and I won’t let the killers get away unscathed. However, be warned. Should the werewolves outnumber or even come close to the number of safe townspeople alive, I fear they may overwhelm the remainder of you innocents. It is with this warning that I urge you all to be smart in who you hang. You are the law now. Use your powers wisely.
There is no escape from the ’ole Lookout other than death or smoking out the wolves. Trust nobody and act with volition. With these words, I wish you all the best of luck, and may God be with you in these trying times.
It is with great difficulty I bring you the following message.
Sherriff McKinley is dead. And not just your average killing. His body wouldn’t have been recognizable if it weren’t for the uniform. He was torn to pieces and partially eaten. Partially EATEN. Now I’ve heard of things like these, and brought in an investigator just to rule out any crazy possibilities. As it would turn out, what we feared the most has been realized.
Werewolves. The investigator and myself counted up to four sets of tracks, but there could have easily been five or more. These ‘men’ seemed to have finished their meal and deposited the body in the woods. However, following a trail of dribbling blood led us right back to the Sherriff’s house, where everything was in order minus an unlocked door. No windows were broken and there were no signs of a forced entry. This tells us that the late sheriff probably let the murderers in himself. Meaning, the wolves, or at least the first one he let in, was someone he TRUSTED.
Now, this news is obviously disturbing. It is for this reason that myself and my small staff have relocated to the bomb shelter down the road. We have an armed guard near the entrance, and anyone approaching will be viewed as dangerous and shot on site. Do NOT attempt to visit the bunker. In addition, we have two armed men walking around the perimeter of the city. Anyone attempting to leave the city will be viewed as a wolf attempting to escape, and will be SHOT ON SIGHT.
Sheriff McKinley was the law. Now that he’s dead, law belongs to the popular majority. Myself and my staff will be watching from a safe distance. It is up to you, the townspeople, to sniff out the traitors, try them, and punish them as you see fit. In the day, you are permitted to hang one person, who, by popular majority, is viewed as a traitor. At night, I advise you all lock your doors and accept no guests. My guess is that the wolves will move at night. Surviving this ordeal will require wits and caution. Use them both.
Our investigator told us that a werewolf’s body will show itself when it dies. That the hair will grow out and the fangs protrude as life’s breath passes their lips. If an innocent villager is hung, they’re a tragic loss, yet a loss in necessity. The sheriff was a good friend of mine, and I won’t let the killers get away unscathed. However, be warned. Should the werewolves outnumber or even come close to the number of safe townspeople alive, I fear they may overwhelm the remainder of you innocents. It is with this warning that I urge you all to be smart in who you hang. You are the law now. Use your powers wisely.
There is no escape from the ’ole Lookout other than death or smoking out the wolves. Trust nobody and act with volition. With these words, I wish you all the best of luck, and may God be with you in these trying times.
