As the villagers crowd around thatbloke, a strong gust blows, semi-drowning out his cries of innocence and bringing in black clouds which cover the setting sun. thatbloke tries to flee. To his horror, as he turns a corner, the burly hulk of pHatBambi has held out his arm at neck level, flipping the accused to land on his head and unable to yell further. The crowd soon gather and drag thatbloke to the gallows.
Many villagers aid in stringing up thatbloke, and Mayor Ronin Storm giving the soon to be hung villager his final rights - a schmoke and a pancake. waterproofbob has sobered up slightly, and tries to save a pray for the accused. pHatBambi draws his pistol, into which he had earlier loaded a silver bullet. For it is known that the evil within a Werewolf keeps it from being killed through hanging alone, and if the mob is right, a silver bullet to the head is the village's only hope.
The wooden crate is quickly kicked out from under thatbloke and their body falls a few short inches...
... but there is no *snap* of the neck! Within a split second, the bullet has left pHatBambi's pistol and entered thatbloke's brain. Within that instance, the number of Werewolves plaguing this village has dropped to one. The clouds part as suddenly as they are arrived, revealing that sunset is almost upon the town. Remembering that he only loaded a single bullet, pHatBambi urges the other villagers to return home and lock their doors and windows tight as there is still one wolf on the loose.
thatbloke, the Werewolf has been killed. It is now NIGHT. Villagers, sleep as soundly as you can tonight, you can do no more now until tomorrow morning. Pray that you has secured your house better then midgert did. Day will begin at around 7am BST. It's a saturday. The Gods may wake up later then normal to go the gym. We shall see.
Werewolves, tell me who you wish to feast upon tonight.
Seer, call to the Gods to aid you with a vision of truth.