HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE ORACLE SPEAKS!
"...Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- 'The Second Coming', W.B. Yeats, Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921
He fell into sleep, a dark and tyrannous sleep. The terror of his forefathers came to him in the black of night, the visions which haunted them in their nightmares emerged slowly, surely, bubbling from his veins and rising from the deepest recesses of his unconscious.
Beneath his eyelids he saw teeth bared and gnashed, puncture wounds and gaping chasms of flesh; claws and chipped bone, grinding into a paste of eye and blood, nails ripped from fingers and stuffed into bloody nostrils collapsing under a broken nose. He saw skin peeled from the stomach of a woman, and her raw belly slit opon by a jagged claw - the flesh-bare muscles of her abdomen tearing, her intestines spilling into her lap. Children watching, screaming as their life escapes them in rhythmic spurts, their arms gnawed, bloody and stumped. Wooden floorboards of dry and rotted red.
The endless tortures of an endless history; each victim dying over hours, days. Collected memory replayed in a sweaty, ghastly nightmare. The eternity of the past and its evils; every remembered ordeal seemingly never-ending in itself, followed by another just as long, just as brutal. The beasts' desire for blood seemed insatiable.
When BanthaPoodoo woke to find the Wolf on his bed, he didn't even have enough time to make the transition from sleep to waking. In an instant, his throat was ripped out with such force that his entire trachea came with it. It was over almost before it had begun.
BanthaPoodoo has been killed by Wolf Shatner, and becomes the wolves' first victim.
It is now day. You have 24 hours to secure a lynch. Votes required for a successful lynch: 13