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| − | ! align="right" | Name:
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| − | | '''Phoenix Wright: The Dark Turnabout'''
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| − | ! align="right" | Game:
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| − | | Werewolf
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| − | ! align="right" | Host:
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| − | | Dhatsun
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| − | ! align="right" | Commenced:
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| − | | Mon 21st May 2007
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| − | Werewolf: Phoenix Wright - The Dark Turnabout (or simply Dark Turnabout) was the 8th werewolf game hosted in [[The Spectrum]]. It was hosted by [[Dhatsun]] and based on the "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney" games.
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| − | == Players ==
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| − | *<s>White-Rose</s>
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| − | *<s>Sherylannia</s>
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| − | *Daveanoyl Chloride
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| − | *Mushy Pea
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| − | *<s>Red Rose Movement</s>
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| − | *<s>Don Flanioso</s>
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| − | *<s>Sabrateur</s>
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| − | *<s>Domas-Porada</s>
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| − | *Oldham Road
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| − | *<s>Nintenduu 64</s>
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| − | *<s>Calumnius</s>
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| − | *Sarhiro
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| − | *<s>Enthalpy Change</s>
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| − | == Plot ==
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| − | It was not an abnormal day to begin with. The usual drudge had set in, and it was a Tuesday Week B tutorial. As per usual, everybody gravitated towards S20, the computer room, and U6 Beckett’s form room, as it is the greatest. Unfortunately, this would be the end to the usual jokes and thoughts for the day.
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| − | The nation of Buttery Boonswoggles was merrily playing a discarded DS as everyone chatted…
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| − | BANG!
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| − | Everyone was gone. Buttery Boonswoggles had set in motion an event that would not be forgotten. Everyone but him had been dragged within the cyberspace of the DS!!! I’m sure you can guess what he was playing.
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| − | “Good morning”, boomed a bald Dhatsun. “I’ve been waiting for you all morning. I see you’ve been playing my magic DS. Well, here’s the deal. You’ve all been sucked into my world, and that happens to be Phoenix Wright’s world too. You’ll notice that my lovely hair has moved to my chin, well, I am the Judge. You may call me Udgey. You are about to play a game that some of you will never leave. You are about to star in my game.”
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| − | “Err… What? What’s Phoenix Wright?” questioned Enthalpy. Dhatsun showed them the game, where they all decided that when you hear about it, it sounds crap, yet when you play it, it’s very cool.
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| − | Dhatsun continued, “Now, here are the rules. You may have noticed when you entered that you felt a spirit within you. This is the bits of data that have inhabited you. And although you all look similar, you are also different. Some of you are murderers, some of you are innocent. Some of you don’t much care, but that’s because you’re selfish. The game is thus each day you are here; you must act as the jury, and confer among yourselves. You must come to the decision of who to send to prison. However, as this is a game, the person will probably be deleted.”
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| − | “That’s barbaric! I refuse” proclaimed IKBTY. He was quickly bludgeoned with the gavel and corpse swiftly removed by bailiffs.
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| − | “Any more interruptions?” a blood-soaked Dhatsun asked. “No? Good. Now, you each have powers, you may use some in the day, some in the night. I suggest you use them wisely. Oh, and all the baddies have killed Whitmorium, so, err… find them out. May the jury now leave to discuss”
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| − | COURT ADJOURNED, reconvene at 9PM tomorrow.
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| − | SUMMARY
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| − | Buttery Boonswoggles accidentally imprisons everyone in Dhatsun’s game.
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| − | IKBTY is bludgeoned to death by Dhatsun.
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| − | Whitmorium is found dead in the courtroom.
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| − | DAY ENDS TUESDAY 9PM
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| − | ===Day 1===
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| − | The courtroom was silent.
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| − | “Court in progress.” Dhatsun boomed. Has the jury come to a verdict for today?
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| − | “Yes,” replied Mushy Pea, the day’s speaker.
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| − | “Very well, Can Doma-Porada please take the stand.” A shudder shot through DP as he took to the box. “You were voted for twice today, yet these votes were apparently cancelled. You therefore have no votes. You may leave the box.
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| − | Nintenduu 64, can you please take the stand.” Horror set into N64’s eyes as he approached the stand.
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| − | “Nintenduu 64, you are charged with the murder of Whitmorium, how do you plead?”
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| − | “Not guilty!” N64 shot back.
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| − | “Well, Mr. 64, it seems as though your peers don’t believe this to be so. You received 8 votes today, a clear majority, and as a result, I must give my verdict“
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| − | “Nintenduu 64, the court find you to be Gui-“
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| − | “OBJECTION!”
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| − | Murmurs ran through the courtroom as one unknown member of the group pointed out the severe lack of evidence to his case. This legal mind had clearly done their homework. They knew every loophole in the book.
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| − | “Well well well… I must say this evidence does shed some doubt, even if I do not like being interrupted,” Dhatsun gesticulates to the empty seat once occupied by IKBTY, “I can therefore only take one course of action, to adjourn the trials ’til tomorrow.
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| − | Court Adjourned until 10AM tomorrow. Nintenduu 64, you are free to leave the stand.
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| − | Nintenduu 64 left the stand, fearing for his life, yet quite turned on by the drama.
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| − | NIGHT BEGINS
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | Nintenduu 64 voted by majority (8),
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| − | Voted execution objected to,
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| − | No execution takes place.
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| − | NIGHT ENDS 9PM WEDNESDAY.
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| − | ===Night 1===
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| − | SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!!!
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| − | White-Rose made his way to courtroom, thoughts pulsing through him. What was going on? Would he lose everything? Did he have enough hair gel?
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| − | “You’ve gone too far Phoenix,” a mysterious voice echoed.
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| − | “How do you know me?” replied White-Rose.
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| − | “I know a lot” came the reply.
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| − | “Who are you? What is your purpose?”
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| − | “That doesn’t matter. Not for you at least.” The cold response echoed around the room.
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| − | White-Rose faced the criminal. He had a gavel in his hand and his face, he was…
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| − | “It can’t be. Your-“
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| − | THUD.
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| − | Everything went black for White-Rose. The mysterious figure, wiped the gavel clean, changed his clothes and left the room. The corpse of Phoenix Wright lay askew on the floor.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | White-Rose (Phoenix Wright) was bludgeoned to death.
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| − | DAY BEGINS. (DAY ENDS 9PM THURSDAY).
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| − | ===Day 2===
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| − | The courtroom was deathly silent, the Judge looked a little worse for wear.
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| − | "So, court is in session. Would the first of the accused, Oldham Road take the stand."
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| − | O-Road walked up to the stand, somewhat cocksure or himself.
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| − | "All those who find the defendant guilty, please raise your hand."
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| − | A few hands raised.
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| − | "That is not enough. Oldham Road, please vacate the stand. Will the next defendant, Enthaply Change, please take the stand."
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| − | Enthalpy looked as white as a sheet as he walked to the stand.
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| − | "All those who find the defendant guilty, please raise your hand."
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| − | Four hands were raised.
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| − | "That is not enough either. And due to the numbers already voted, no majority can be reached. Mostly because a lot of you didn't even bother to vote, you lazy jury b*stards. Next you'll be telling me you didn't vote in the last election! Court is in recess until sometime tomorrow"
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| − | The jury looked relieved that they wouldn't be murdered, yet worried that night was closing in. Would they all be here in the morning. Who knows... Who knows...
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| − | DAY 2 ENDS, NIGHT 2 BEGINS.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | No majority Reached.
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| − | No execution.
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| − | Dhatsun disappointed.
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| − | ===Night 2===
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| − | (For simplicity's sake, in this tale, the character labelled 'mark' will be called a he. This does not neccessarily reflect the gender of the character.)
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| − | The air was thick with fog, a dark feeling was in the air as Sabrateur skulked through the housing surrounding the court. He knew his mission, he had been paid handomely. His mark was stood before him, reading the note he had left. Sabrateur slowly pulled the blade from his coat. All was going to plan. Yet something didn't feel quite right. He looked up...
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| − | The breezeblock sailing to him from the window above was the last thing he saw.
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| − | The mark looked around, stunned. Sabrateur's body lay before him. His body shuddered, as he saw a man with a scar down the middle of his face appear. Then, as just as the image had appeared, it was gone again.
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| − | The mark looked up, the window, he saw two people, one he didn't quite recognise, the other, he knew all to well. His face belonged to Sherylannia, but occasionally, it flickered to a much darker image.
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| − | "MANFRED VON KARMA!"
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| − | The mark shuddered with anger. He knew the truth about Manfred. He has murdered before. He could see the truth. Manfred had murdered Phoenix! He knew how capable a liar Manfred was though. He could weasel his way out of court. There was only one thing to do. Without a second thought, the mark raised a concealed pistol, aimed at the window, and fired a single shot.
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| − | The bullet shot straight through Manfred Von Karma's left eye, killing him instantly.
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| − | The look of horror was evident on Manfred's accomplice. It was evident on his own. He ran from the atrium. Everything had changed... Everything.
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| − | NIGHT TWO ENDS, DAY THREE BEGINS
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| − | DAY THREE WILL END (hopefully) TOMORROW AT 9PM.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | Sabrateur (Shelley De Killer) is killed. (Neutral)
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| − | Sherylannia (Manfred Von Karma) is killed. (Baddie)
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| − | ===Day 3===
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| − | Dhatsun, was feeling down, the jury was bickering once again.
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| − | "Can you come to a decision?" boomed Dhatsun.
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| − | "NO!" came the response.
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| − | "Very well then. I propose this, I will spin my gavel. Whomever it stops on is guilty. Understand?"
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| − | "You're as corrupt as my government once was!" retaliated Domas-Porada.
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| − | "Quiet, you sissy." Dhatsun span the gavel (which was actually a random number generator, with each person issued a number between 1 and 10). The gavel kept spinning (reaching number 7, for those who care) and eventually stopped on...
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| − | Nintenduu 64.
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| − | "But I'm innocent!" protested N64.
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| − | "Tough. Guards! Take him away." As Nintenuu 64 was dragged away, his hair turned pink and a grubby medical coat appeared on him, several of his teeth vanished too.
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| − | "Hmm... It seems that Nintenduu was Director Hotti. He was a goodie. However, he groped too much for his own good and should therefore be in prison anyway (seriously, have you seen that character? No wonder Franziska whipslaps him!). Court is adjourned for the day. And I expect some of you to be dead! Preferably those who didn't vote!
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | No majority.
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| − | Nintenduu 64 incarcerated by random generator.
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| − | ===Night 3===
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| − | The darkness permeated Don Flanioso. He was scared, after what he witnessed last night with Manfred. Still, he had done it all for Bat, and maybe because of his bitterness of being in a wheelchair. Only a little of the latter though. As he wheeled along, he could feel someone behind him. He turned, she was staring straight at him, with a sexual look in her eyes. They opened slightly as she flung out her whip and laid into him. She was relentless. He was powerless. The observer to the situation saw his chance, he entered the room.
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| − | "Ken Dingling I presume." Acro spun around. He had been caught, and facing a gun. He was screwed. Or maybe not. He saw his opportunity, the momentarily stunned whipper was off guard. He pulled out his own pistol and aimed at her abdomen. The observer was worried, he had now found himself in a hostage situation. This was his worst nightmare. What would he do? What would he do? WHAT WOULD HE DO?
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| − | His saving situation was brought to him by the hostage.
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| − | With a slight gesture she told him to aim to his left, the with a quick flick of her whip she flung Acro to his side, Acro aimed at the observer, in a last desperate attempt to kill and therefore save himself. He was not quick enough.
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| − | The bullet forced itself into Acro's left lung. He knew he was gone. As he lay on the floor, the two others stood over him. He had a slight smile on his face, not one of malice, but one of peace. He was to finally escape his prison. he would escape the tragedy of his own fate. He told the two his painful story, then, as a tear ran down his cheek, he exhaled his last breath. His killer closed the eyes of Acro, leaving the room. Well at least the corrupt b*stard of a judge would be happy. Another person was dead.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | Acro (Don Flanioso) was killed (Baddie)
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| − | Dhatsun was appeased.
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| − | ===Day 4===
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| − | “Big money, Big prizes, I love it!”
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| − | Dhatsun quickly turned of his gameshows from the future TV when he realised people were back in the room. He recovered from his embarrassment when he remembered what time it was.
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| − | “It’s time for the verdicts of my clearly corrupt court!”
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| − | Mushy Pea looked positively petrified as she took to the stand.
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| − | “Any votes?”
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| − | No hands were raised.
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| − | “Okay, did anyone vote at all?” Several hands pointed at Enthalpy Change, who protested his innocence.
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| − | “One, two, three, four.” Although Dhatsun carried on counting, whilst reminiscing about a fish he once caught alive that bit the little finger on his right; it quickly became apparent that there was no majority. The jury quietly crept from the room as Dhatsun danced a little jig to his lovely nursery rhyme chant.
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| − | Bellows of anger were later heard, a full 45 minutes after everyone left, shortly follwed by the sounds of future gameshows, namely Super Smash TV. Oh yeah. You remember that game.
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| − | If you don’t, you suck.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | No majority, no incarceration.
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| − | Dhatsun goes off on one hell of a tangent.
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| − | DAY 4 ENDS
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| − | ===Night 4===
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| − | The night was dark. The crack of a whip could be heard. The whipper was furiously going at a man huddled in a corner. The man was clearly incapacitated, and the whipper was so into their assault they didn’t notice the person creeping from behind, armed with a weapon aimed directly at the head.
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| − | The unknown assailant pulled the trigger.
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| − | A sharp whooshing sound was made and multicolour lights started flashing. The whipper turned around to find a space suit staring back at them, with a toy laser firing. Unfortunately for the assailant A TOY LASER DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! The whipper opened the assailant’s helmet, bitchslapped them, then continued the punishment. The assailant quickly left with their tail between their legs.
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| − | Nothing happened.
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| − | Someone was a tit.
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| − | ===Day 5===
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| − | The courtroom had a much darker look to it today. The jury was not sure if it was the fact that one of them would die, or that, due to renovations to Courtroom No. 5, they were temporarily housed in Courtroom No. 6, which was based very heavily on the Star Wars Republic Senate Hall. To compliment this, Dhatsun was dressed as Darth Sidious, however, with his big Udjey beard, it simply made him look very stupid.
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| − | "Have the votes been cast?" bellowed the costumed Dhatsun.
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| − | "They have." Enthalpy Change was called to the stand.
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| − | "Frank Enthalpy Chemistry is Good Change Greenberg, you have been accused of being a baddie. How do you plea?"
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| − | "N-not guilty your Honour." stammered EC.
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| − | "Well, i'm sorry to say it, but your peers did not agree with you. You found to be...
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| − | GUILTY.
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| − | The sentence usually passed is lifetime incarceration, but as we are in a Star Wars Courtroom, you will simply be fed to the Rancor. I just hope Greenberg isn't a jedi name."
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| − | After several intense minutes fighting the Rancor, Enthaply Change successfully defeated the monster. As a reward, he was decapitated with a lightsaber. No one defies Dhatsun's court of law.
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| − | "Well, it seems Enthalpy was indeed a baddie. He, or should I say she, was Mimi Miney. She had the power to disguise herself as her innocent sister, Ini, to avoid the eyes of the seer. She also had several phials of medical poison from her job as a nurse. But that doesn't really matter. As she's dead. Court is adjourned until tomorrow. Now get some sleep, and some of you kill each other."
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| − | Enthalpy Change (Mimi Mimey) was <s>incarcerated</s> executed. (baddie)
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| − | The game briefly went into Star Wars, which after being read, may become inspiration for another crappy WW game.
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| − | DAY 5 ENDS, NIGHT 5 BEGINS.
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| − | ===Night 5===
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| − | The Gatewater Hotel was quiet... too quiet. It might have been because it was a crime scene and thus cordoned off. It may have been something else. But still, there would be some noise, some officers guarding the scene. The detective wandered around, he had an unsettling feeling. Sure, he wasn’t the greatest detective; he was just a regular gumshoe. But still, he had a hunch. And he had learned from his years on the force to trust his instincts.
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| − | The detective crept to the crime scene. The feeling of being watched enveloped him. He silently entered the room. He could still see the remnants of the victim’s blood. There sure were a lot of bears in the room. One he noticed had had its eye ripped out. Of course, he remembered now. There had apparently been a camera there. But it had been forcibly removed shortly after the death of the victim. Forensics had pointed this out. But they knew they had no chance of locating it. It didn’t matter though. The criminal that had ended Mr. Corrida’s life was behind bars. And that was where Miss. Adrian Andrews would remain. Still, he had the feeling that something was missing. That was why he had came.
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| − | The detective heard a slight noise beside him.
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| − | “I’ve been expecting you detective. You just couldn’t leave it could you?”
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| − | “You?!?!” exhaled the shocked detective.
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| − | “Me.”
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| − | The detective screamed. No one heard his cries.
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| − | It was the early hours of the morning. Detective Farradagh had had a bad night. He’d been knocked out during guard duty of the still cordoned Corrida murder scene. He didn’t know why it was still like that. The killer had been caught. He swallowed a couple of aspirins and massaged his temples. His head felt several sizes to small. Like his brain was about to break through it. The injury he had sustained last night, he should get it checked out. He would sort that when he was back at the station. He first had to check the scene.
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| − | As he opened the door and looked forward, he was overcome with nausea. What the hell had happened?!?! He immediately turned on the spot and vomited, he vomited for a full thirty seconds. Eventually he looked up at what was facing him. He vomited some more.
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| − | When he finally came to, he saw the horror. Detective Gumshoe had been crucified. His eyes had been removed. His shirt had been ripped open. Blood was everywhere. His chest must have been slashed at least thirty times. A Gatewater Hotel knife was protruding from his throat. His badge flickered. Occasionally it said Gumshoe, occasionally it said Calumnius.
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| − | Farradagh clicked on his radio.
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| − | “Yeah, it’s Farradagh, you gotta come to the Corrida scene. Officer down. We got a f*cking officer down.”
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | Detectove Gumshoe (Calumnius) was brutally murdered. (Protector)
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| − | Dark Turnabout gets a lot darker.
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| − | NIGHT 5 ENDS, DAY 6 BEGINS
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| − | ===Day 6===
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| − | Despite the pristine and clinical chic that was the newly refurbished Courtroom No. 5, the group was feeling exhausted. They had all seen the image of Calumnius’ grizzly demise. Even Dhatsun looked drained; he had been at the scene and had seen first hand the horror caused by one of the people in this room. Unfortunately, the law of the DS held firm. The jury would have to vote one into incarceration.
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| − | “Would the speaker for the jury please stand.” Mushy Pea stood.
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| − | “Has the jury come to a verdict?”
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| − | “They have,” sighed Mushy Pea. The death had hit her hard, apparently she had quite the soft spot for Calumnius. She was supposedly sleeping with him... though that didn’t rule her out from being the killer.
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| − | “Who has the jury decided is the perpetrator of this hideous crime?”
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| − | “The voting suggests The Red Rose Movement as the perpetrator. By majority of one.”
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| − | “Very well… Red Rose, you are hereby sentenced as being guilty of the crime of being a baddy. Bailiffs, remove this woman from my court.”
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| − | The Red Rose screamed her innocence as she was dragged away. The white screen whizzed silently around her. There was the sound of a single gunshot. The Red Rose Movement was dead. The screen slid away. The body flickered from Red Rose to that of a doctor. It seems the jury had made a grave mistake.
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| − | Dhatsun sighed, defeated. “It seems The Red Rose Movement was Doctor Turner Grey. She had the power to prevent murders with her doctor powers. She was innocent.”
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| − | The strain was beginning to show. Even Dhatsun, the most controversial and blood lusting judge had seen too much death. The jury looked emotionally and physically drained. They could be sure by morning another would be dead, as the silent killer stalked them. The only question was…
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| − | SUMMARY
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| − | The Red Rose Movement (Dr. Turner Grey) was incarcerated and then executed (innocent).
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| − | DAY 6 ENDS, NIGHT 6 BEGINS
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| − | ===Night 6===
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| − | Pearl Fey may be the youngest in the clan, but she wasn’t just an ordinary child. Most kids would hide under the covers when they’re woken by a loud noise in the middle of the night. Pearl wasn’t most kids though. She clambered out of her futon and wrapped herself in a gown. There was little elegance to her, yet she was not a geisha, she was a child, a mystic. She didn’t need parlour tricks to command respect.
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| − | There was another sound.
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| − | Pearl gravitated to the source; someone was in the Channelling Chamber. She slid open the doors. Pearl now hit the fear most kids would have acquired earlier. She felt the evil within the room. A figure spotted her. This was the last thing she would see… well... at least a few hours.
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| − | Pearl opened her eyes. She was connected to pipes, where was she? She struggled to get a grip. She was calmed down by Morgan Fey. Miss fey was wearing orange, still in her prison garb, yet she was the closest relative. It was decided she was the best person to inform Pearl about Maya’s death, especially so soon after Phoenix’s.
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| − | The scene in the Channelling Chamber was one of carnage. The body had been beaten, words written on the wall in her blood. She had been raped. Her breasts carved, her face, indistinguishable from the onslaught. Another Gatewater knife protruded from this victim. Again, it was in the throat. This was the believed cause of death. Despite the beatings, she was believed to have drowned in her own blood. They were dealing with a psychopath here. Detective Farradagh had been placed at the scene. Some felt it unnecessary, so soon after his encounter with Gumshoe. Farradagh had learned to bury himself in his work though. He would keep going until the sick sonofabitch was found.
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| − | He would do is best, in the name of Gumshoe, and in the name of Maya Fey.
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| − | SUMMARY:
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| − | Domas Porada (Maya Fey) was brutally murdered (innocent - seer).
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| − | Things look grim for the players.
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| − | NIGHT 6 ENDS, DAY 7 BEGINS.
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| − | DAY 7 ENDS THURSDAY 9PM
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| − | == Trivia ==
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| − | *Controversially, the nation of Buttery Boonswoggles was barred from this game due to rule-breaking at the end of the previous one. This ban is expected to be temporary, and he is to be welcomed back to Werewolf for the game succeding this one.
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| − | *Due to various reasons, (mainly alcohol abuse) the plots sometimes did not arrive on time. Dhatsun also confirmed that he would never host another NS Werewolf, as he 'cannot be bothered'.
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| − | *After Day 5, Dhatsun declared that majority need not be reached for an execution. Instead the character may be executed purely on the number of votes.
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| − | {| border=2 align="center"
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| − | |width="30%" align="center" |Preceded by:<br/>''[[Werewolf: Harry Potter]]''
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| − | |width="40%" align="center" |'''8th [[The Spectrum|Spectrum]]<br/> Werewolf / Mafia Game'''<br/>
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| − | |width="30%" align="center" |Succeeded by:<br/>''incumbent''
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