It just explained they could kill unblockable each night.
I toyed with the idea of a Wendigo too but decided that was too much
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I toyed with the idea of a Wendigo too but decided that was too much
Oooh a Wendigo type role would have been awesome.
I wouldn't have said anything until I read you saying you can't repeat the message word for word
It fit really nicely into the theme but I think it would have made too much change for one night.
Don’t blame me you nearly outed the priest and acolyteI wouldn't have said anything until I read you saying you can't repeat the message word for word
I do wonder what happens at next slaughter.
Can BG protect himself, can he protect same player on multiple turns, and what does the "can't last forever" mean?
Can BG protect himself, can he protect same player on multiple turns, and what does the "can't last forever" mean?
If Schmiz is the wolf we riot 
I’m not sure what the last wolf will do.
BG can protect themselves they tried to protect you (BG played a blinder really) but can’t protect same player (non issue today)
Just means same target each night but I like the ambiguity
I'm moving weetee further down my list. Some of the things he's mentioned about shell make me think he's village.
Here comes Roseguy
I mean to be fair ive been absolutely swamped at work and havent managed to read everything so i was doing guess work a lot
The last wolf is desperately searching
Send me to wherever the purple text is hinting!
Search the ruins!
Stone circle, have a look!
Search the old Woman's cabin!
Search the lake!
Search the ruins!
Stone circle, have a look!
Search the old Woman's cabin!
Search the lake!
Turn 4 Wolf forum is a good read.
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If only we had a competent wolf on top of that.
The air thickens as you near it — warm, wet, and wrong.
The Black Peat Bog squats at the edge of the moor like a wound the land has tried and failed to forget.
The ground squelches underfoot, sucking at your boots with each step like it wants to keep you.
Rot hangs in the air. The scent of decay, of ancient meat long since forgotten by even the worms.
The mud bubbles. Not with life — but with something deeper, older, festering just beneath the surface.
This is the place from whence you crawled.
A cradle of filth.
A birthing ground for monsters.
And somehow, despite the stench and the sickness, it feels like… home.
oh boy…
The Black Peat Bog squats at the edge of the moor like a wound the land has tried and failed to forget.
The ground squelches underfoot, sucking at your boots with each step like it wants to keep you.
Rot hangs in the air. The scent of decay, of ancient meat long since forgotten by even the worms.
The mud bubbles. Not with life — but with something deeper, older, festering just beneath the surface.
This is the place from whence you crawled.
A cradle of filth.
A birthing ground for monsters.
And somehow, despite the stench and the sickness, it feels like… home.
oh boy…
Birthing ground, don't tell me they birth a wolf
Was thinking the same.
@Eboue incoming