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[[Werewolf: From Sabrateur With Love]] is a variation on the Werewolf/ Mafia game, based on James Bond. It began on 15th March, 2007, hosted by Sabrateur.
 
  
==Players==
 
 
*[[Sherylannia]]
 
*[[Calumnius]]
 
*[[White-Rose]]
 
*[[The Red Rose Movement]]
 
*[[Petersvillia]]
 
*[[Domas-Porada]]
 
*[[Dhatsun]]
 
*[[Nintenduu 64]]
 
*[[Oldham Road]]
 
*[[Don Flanioso]]
 
*[[Buttery Boonswoggles]]
 
 
==Plot==
 
 
WEREWOLF: FROM SABRATEUR WITH LOVE
 
 
‘Ohh aye, Famke Jansenn!’, Dhatsun cried as Domas-Porada nodded and cheered in agreement. Various members of The Spectrum had gathered to watch GoldenEye, have a few beers and perhaps a bit of cramming chez Sabrateur. Sherylannia motioned to open the box of Celebrations he had brought, which Oldham Road strongly opposed. However, gripping as the film was, one by one, everyone began to drop off, leaving only Sabrateur awake.
 
 
‘Aww, sodder.’
 
 
He fell asleep. Horror, as a bottle of tequila lay unopened, and limes un-squeezed, and no sprinklings of salt all over the floor.
 
 
There was a flash of light, and a crack, almost as though a bullet had been fired.
 
 
All 12 people present awoke with a start, to find themselves not in Sabrateur’s sparsely inhabited front room, but in a lavish hotel room.
 
 
‘What’s going on?!’ Don Flanioso interjected, to retorts of ‘shut up’ from various others present.
 
 
‘Oh, I feel so shaken!’, Red Rose Movement interrupted..
 
 
‘Exsshactly, not stirred’, a strangely familiar voice said. None other than Sean Connery entered the room, in a fancy white tuxedo, carrying a martini. ‘Welcome to The Ritz.’
 
 
‘Wahhey, are The Rakes on soon?’, Petersvillia inquired.
 
 
‘Who…? This is The Ritz, Paris!’, Connery continued, ‘And some of you have something to hide. I’d help you, but I have much too many women to see to to bother with things like saving the world’.
 
 
‘Well, duh..’, Nintenduu lamented.
 
 
‘Look, I must dash. Some of you present want to take over the world as your alter-ego, and some of you want to prevent this. Every day, you should congregate in here and vote for who to execute..’
 
 
‘Wasn’t that a Pokemon?’, White-Rose asked.
 
 
‘The Rakes?! Pokemon?! What are you people on? Here, you (pointing at a bedazzled Sabrateur), take my PPK and carry out the group’s wishes. Make sure you all make the right choice! Oh, and by the way, you are locked in, for some reason. And NO-ONE order room service!’
 
 
And with that, he vanished.
 
 
‘Bloody Scots. Dunno why anyone would want to go up there…’, Calumnius muttered.
 
 
The group looked unabashed, as a sense of deja vu crept over them..
 
 
Eyeing up the bar, Dhatsun added ‘Anyone fancy a pint?’
 
 
NIGHT BEGINS. VOTING ENDS AT 7PM, FRIDAY NIGHT.
 
 
SUMMARY: GAME BEGINS, SABRATEUR IDENTIFIED AS MODERATOR. CALUMNIUS GETS RACIST.
 

Latest revision as of 11:39, 17 May 2007