HEAR YE HEAR YE! THE ORACLE HAS BEEN DECAPITATED!The mob was hot on Dann's trail, driven into a craze by the lack of wolves killing people. Lack of deaths meant wolves MUST be hiding in the village. These people were truly geniuses. The lack of empirical evidence meant nothing to them.
Dann ran through the forest, away from the lumbering band of fools, and up the steps to the Oracles home.
"Steve, what in Gods name is wrong with you? Why do you keep leading these people to believe they're playing a game they can win? Don't you think they'll realize you're no oracle, and just a liar?"
Steve gazed up from his book and uttered one word. "Irrelevant."
Driven in a rage, Dann finally snapped. He could hear the mob approaching... giddy screams of stupidity echoing through the trees, the clomping of fat feet on the hard ground... what could Dann do!
Dann quickly ran outside, and next to a seldom used woodpile, he saw his only salvation. A rusty axe with a splintered handle. He quickly ran back into the house.
"Steve... you've had your fun. This ends NOW!"
And with that, he swung the axe fast as lighting. Steve didn't have a chance. As his head hit the floor, Dann saw the change begin n his body... it writhed on twisted on the floor, semi-lifeless but full of motion. It contorted and grew. What was this???
Then Dann looked at the head... and he understood. He picked it up the head, and walked outside to the out of breath group of mouth breathers who had just arrived at the cabin.
"Look at this you fools! LOOK! THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING!"
As Dann raised the head, the villagers let out a collective gasp. They finally understood why their had been no wolf attacks... and why no one seemed to understand how the whole thing was started.
The horns... the green flesh... the scaly skin... the short stout nose...
STEVE HAS BEEN REVEALED AS A TROLL. DANN WINS. YOU ALL LOSE. GAME OVER.