At the FlatEarth Package Delivery Corporation, the annual company retreat to promote bonding is to take place at Lake Iyolla, deep in the Canadian wilderness. This retreat is one week of pure outdoor ruggedness. Plenty of food and fresh water are packed as well as tents and other needed supplies.
Rules:All players are bussed into a camp site miles from civilization, technology, or other people so no chance of help.
Wolves - You know the drill. Kill at night, try not to die during the day.
Humans - You're the members of the Flat Earth Package Delivery Corporation. People from the highest levels of management to the lowly interns are here.
Brown Noser - The brown Noser(BN) is the Ninja. He stalks one person at night. If they're being attacked he is able to defend that person since he's the only one who took the ladies self defense course. Just in case something like this happened. His goal is to gain favor for saving the life of someone higher up and get a nice cushy office. If he shadow's a wolf whose turn it is to kill, he will know. Shadowing a wolf that isn't killing will gain him nothing. (last game was too easy so I figured this will make it a bit more difficult)
Without the proper organization of the civilized business world, you've all resorted to the savagery of the business world. Every day you will choose someone to be brutally murdered with whatever objects they can find. Possibly including a bear.
Day/Night cycle will be about 4PM EST American (UTC/GMT -4 hours).
Players(26):- Tausami
- Roundy
- Sillyrob
- Gaydafi
- Harutsedo
- Oscar
- Marcus
Ben- Died in shame.Ichi-Stoned to death after having Horatio inside him.EnigmaZV- Had the life crushed out of him.PizzaPlanet-Died heroically killing wolf Copier.Particle Person-Hung from a tree until he died.CheesusCrust-Was wolf Copier. Died by the hands of PizzaPlanet in a silver mine.Chris Spaghetti- Killed by Wolf paperclip while being brilliant.Dann - Killed after being fired and bravely( but foolishly) fighting a bear.Psedonym - Eaten by Wolf CopierThork- Taken to Valhalla by Dann. (ie. resigned from the game)Parsifal - Removed for inactivityHessy - Pissed on a wolf while drunk.Banko - Removed for inactivityWendy - Drowned in the lake after being hit with a rock. EnglshGentleman-Ripped apart by Wolf Fax.Pongo - Removed for inactivityHoratio - Burned by the Holy Fire of Dann. He was Werewolf stapler.Saddam Hussein-Head crushed with teeth by Wolf Copier.Vongeo - Removed for inactivity
Wolves:Copier - CheesusCrustFax - Horatio- Stapler
- Paperclip
Wolves win when they have a 1:2 ratio. (1 wolf for every 2 humans) Current ratio: 2:11
IntroThe bus rolled to a screeching stop on the dirt path and 26 people exited.
Each one carried himself with either excitement of dread. Deep in the Canadian wilderness, various members of the Flat Earth Package Delivery Corporation surveyed their new surroundings next to Levee Lake.
Miles from civilization, the corporate retreat is designed to promote bonding and team building as they survive for two weeks without any technological conveniences such as computers, cell phones, or toilets. Here they are totally cut off from the world.
The gang set up their tents. The marketing director, Marcus, kept to the middle of camp, showing off his fabulously styled, and expensive, tent. Sadamm, the lawyer, ensured that his tent was set up by him and only him, to avoid any issues resulting in workers’ comp.
Of the team, Dann seemed to be doing most of the work. He put up at least half a dozen tents, started making coffee, and unpacked the supplies. Such is the life of the oldest intern at the company. He grumbled silently to himself about how he’ll show them… he’ll show them all.
By the time the tents were up the sun was low and it was decided that the activities would start first thing tomorrow.
That night, the campers were woken by the sound of metal being slashed and ripped. Startled, they got out of their tents to see what was happening. By the light of the camp fire, they peered into the darkness only to see nothing. But what they heard chilled them: howling.
Only one man dared to shine a light on the unknown: November.
Every year the company produces a calendar showing random workers busy at their jobs. All to promote company pride they say. But every year he is always the November image. He has been called November ever since.
November was the head of security and he was fearless. Known for his random cavity searches, he was constantly on the lookout for conspiracies. He raided cubicals, network files, and briefcases. He was also an expert on the strange, the occult, and Cryptozoology.
As he shined the light towards the bus, the others followed like sheep. When they rounded the bushes and saw the bus, everyone froze.
The bus had been shredded. The tires, frame, and engine looked as though something had simply tore into it like it was paper. The bus radio, their only source of help, was in three pieces in front of the bus.
“What” Hessy said meekly “what could have done that?”
November looked at the tracks on the ground, picked up some fur and tasted it. He stood, turned to the crowd, and with his rugged beard and manly biceps flexed he spoke just one word…
“Werewolf”
“Werewolf? But…” Parsifal said “There’s no such thing. “
“No?” November challenged “Let your eyes reveal the truth that the world has hidden from you.”
He points his flashlight to the tracks. Wolf tracks but half way away from the bus they seem to change until the tracks look human.
“We have werewolves about. It looks like most of the pack left but some didn’t. See here? 4 tracks head back to camp. That means that there are 4 werewolves among us.”
Saddam pushed to the front of the crowd “Now see here November. You can’t just go around accusing people of being a werewolf. That’s deformation of character.”
Ignoring him, November looked to the dark woods.
“Werewolves are human during the day. Once I read my Cryptozoology Codex I’ll be able to find out how to detect a werewolf in human form and then we can deal with them. But for tonight, we’re going to have to get some sleep.”
Reluctantly, the crew crawled back to their tents but none sleep. And when the ripping and gnawing sounds are heard somewhere in camp, no one left their tents to find out what it was.
By morning it was apparent what had occurred. Everyone gathered around November’s tent. Its support poles snapped and its canopy shredded. November himself was in several pieces. Blood and organ bits splattered around the various items he brought: Wooden cross, silver dagger, and the codex he was reading, with the page on werewolves ripped out.
Ben Franklin threw up. His hacking and chocking sounds brought everyone back from the mental limbo they were in staring at the tent of the only person who could have saved them.
Cheeseus, the VP of Operations, spoke, raising his voice so all could hear him.
“Alight we have to deal with this. November said 4 of us are werewolves and that we can kill them during the day. So all we have to do is find them….”
It is Day. 4 Wolves and 22 Humans remain.