From Sabrateur With Love

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

• Sabrateur (moderator)
• Sherylannia
• Calumnius
• White-Rose
• The Red Rose Movement
• Petersvillia
• Domas-Porada
• Dhatsun
• Nintenduu 64
• Oldham Road
• Don Flanioso
• Buttery Boonswoggles

Plot

Day 1

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.

Night 1

SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!

Whilst passing through the bar, Sabrateur noticed a vacancy for bar staff. He imagined a glamourous life mixing cocktails for Sean Connery and his various women, and swiftly applied. The manager reluctantly gave him the job, and supplied him with a blue sequined jacket to wear.

NIGHT ENDS.

SUMMARY: Sabrateur got a job and a new jacket. So yeah, nothing happened.

DAY BEGINS.

Day 2

SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!

The group gathered for the first time in the bar, and Sabrateur's eye glinted from behind the bar as he imagined how much he'd take from them.

An awkward silence ensued as the group stared a Sabrateur..'Perhaps they like my jacket', he thought..

The silence and staring went on...Sabrateur became a little self-concious..

'Oh aye, the killing thing. Sorry.'

He stepped out from behind the bar and joined the throe. 'So, who am I shooting', he said, brandishing the Walther.

Another awkward silence ensued. 'Come on, who?'

The group nervously looked around, before Oldham Road professed to there being no decision.

'Suits me down to the ground!', Sabrateur exclaimed, returning to the other side of the bar. 'Who's up for tequila?'

DAY ENDS.

SUMMARY: THE GROUP REACH NO DECISION FOR EXECUTION.

NIGHT BEGINS.

Night 2

SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!

As Oldham Road and Sherylannia were coming out of their rooms on their way for a quiet pint, they heard feminine erotic moanings coming from Nintenduu 64's room.

'I'd say get in my son', remarked OR, 'but...no.'

After a while, everyone was in the bar, with the exception of Nintenduu. Petersvillia and Don Flanioso decided to go and see if he was in his room. They knocked once. Twice. Three times a lady. Eventually, DF booted the door in, to find the room empty. The bedclothes were a mess, and the window was wide open.

'Something's amiss here', Petersvillia concluded.

'No sh*t', White-Rose remarked as he arrived with all the others, and then turned up at Nintenduu's room. Red Rose Movement for some reason decided to open the wardrobe, and out fell the corpse of Nintenduu himself, half naked, rigid and white. Dead. His likeness suddenly changed to that of an ageing man.

'Well, I can't say I'm surprised someone's dead', Calumnius deadpanned.

Sabrateur ran in, out of breath.

'What's all this?', he panted.

'And-I mean-Nintenduu's dead'.

Sabrateur examined the body.

'Looks like he was Q, Head of Research at MI6. He could use his gadgets to protect people at night, and distract people from voting. He was innocent.'

The group looked a little nervous.

'Seeing as you're a master of cocktails, I think I'll have a wheelbarrow please, Sabrateur', Dhatsun said as they made their way back downstairs.

'What's a wheelbarrow?', Sabrateur replied.

'A thing with one wheel you use to carry stuff in, mate'.

SUMMARY: NINTENDUU 64, AN INNOCENT, WAS KILLED.