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Ok, it's shush time, kids
Nah nah you squarely z bb
OpeGoatapalooza - Day 2
The sun rose reluctantly over the rolling hills of Gruffendale, casting long shadows across the dew-dappled field that hosted the yearly spectacle known far and wide as Goatapalooza.
Day Two should have been a celebration of hooves, harmony, and clover smoothies. Instead, it began with suspicion.
Word had spread like spilled oats at feeding time: Lady Fluffernuzzle von Maaahstein, the elegant and enigmatic alpine goat who had once serenaded orphans with her silky baa, had been seen—or at least allegedly seen—slinking toward General Hoofinstein McScuttle’s hayloft the night he died mysteriously in his sleep. Whispers hissed through the crowd like wind through cracked horns.
“She said she was flossing her beard that night…”
“But what goat flosses with barbed wire?”
“That is a power move though…”
The council of elder goats had just begun bleating in half-formed sentences of judgment when, from behind the curtained stage where the headliners warmed up, came a crack!
Lady Fluffernuzzle collapsed, still and silent.
The shooter triumphantly proclaimed:
“She was one of the Bad Nooz! She had hoof-mud from the Forbidden Valley! I sniffed it myself!”
The crowd uneasily stomped their feet in shock and slight admiration for her flair. A moment of silence followed.
But not for Count Dinglefluff O’Bleep.
No, the Count was vibrating with barely contained excitement. His monocle fogged with anticipation. He adjusted his kazoo holster and nudged the nearest goat.
“Do you hear that? DO YOU?” he whispered, breathless.
A hush fell.
And then… she arrived.
Descending from a spiral ramp made of sunflowers and emotionally charged wind, came the one, the only—
Taylor Swift.
The crowd screamed. Goats fainted in ecstasy.
She strutted to center stage, maaed into her crystal mic, and opened with a reworked hit that sent the pasture into an uproar:
🎶 Sometimes I push my friends off cliffs,
Then act surprised like, "Wha—who dis?"
I headbutt kids to steal their grain,
I’m chaos wrapped in goat-shaped frame.
I dream my fleece is trimmed with gold,
And I’m the G.O.A.T., both young and old,
But in real life, I eat a boot,
Then cry like I’m so cute. 🎶
Count Dinglefluff wept openly, waving a hoof-made sign that read "Swiftgoats 4 Ever" while mouthing every line.
But when the song ended, the mood shifted.
Goats began murmuring.
“He was just too excited...”
“Did you see the way he said ‘already among you’ back when Lady Fluffernuzzle did?”
“He has dirt on his hooves!”
“And he never explained why he owns three cloaks and no pants! The laundry didn't account for that!!”
The crowd turned.
By an enormous margin, the Count was voted out of Goatapalooza. The elders led him to the edge of the festival grounds. He turned once, dramatically, as the moonlight hit his kazoo.
“I’ll be back,” he warned, his voice low, bleaty, ominous.
“She wasn’t the only one. We were never alone.”
The wind kicked up. A distant, echoing maa drifted from the compost pile behind Stage B.
And from deep within it, a faint whisper:
"I never mean to kick your shins,
But hooves are hard and I like wins,
And when I faint for no real cause,
Please still applaud—I crave applause."
The crowd's cheer was so loud that they couldn't hear the next few lyrics. When the sound resumed, they felt a sense of finality.
"It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero..."
Dead is...
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@madrigal01, Count Dinglefluff O'Bleep, and a...
vanilla villager
You are Count Dinglefluff O'Bleep! A professional kazoo player and amateur locksmith, you claim to have discovered a portal in a compost pile.
Look if y'all are determined to vote me today that's fine, but I'll be laughing with KJQ and Fruity in dots chat while y'all point fingers at each other after I flip vanillager
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this seems like a very nonchalant reaction..It happens. The net is closing on at very least the other OG wolve(s)
Right?this seems like a very nonchalant reaction..
i dont like it, like at allRight?
… we sureee it’s the real write up?11 players remain.
1.) @Zenge142
2.) @genny
3.) @mkg323
4.) @Clem J
6.) @vampyrica
7.) @WildZoo
11.) @GreedyBanger
12.)@ClinicalABA--> @samac
13.) @beans2020
14.) @Sakuraaa
15.) @Lissarae06
Out to Pasture:
9.) @fruitsalad, Muffinwump the Slightly Moist, vanilla villager
10.) @KayJayQueue, General Hoofinstein McScuttle, vanilla villager
5.) @potentialsheltervet, Lady Fluffernuzzle von Maaahstein, vanilla villager converted to wolf
8.) @madrigal01, Count Dinglefluff O'Bleep, vanilla villager
Subs and volunteer tally heroes:
@Animal Midwife
Tots:
@JaggedJimmyJay
@kaydubs
@Dinashadow
@Barkley13
@oliversacks4thewin
@chicandtoughness
It is now Night 2. Night closes on 6/16 at 9 PM EDT (10 PM Mermaidland/8 PM CDT/6 PM PDT).
Oh noconverted to wolf
HE LIVES!Oh no
If life with neck pain is any life at allHE LIVES!
It's not my fault shorty took so long to process my shotthis is a lie, he voted PSV and then PSV was vig shot in broad daylight and he didnt re-vote
i forgor
I've voted exactly once and it was for mafiaI don’t think Clem has voted once this game
The normally jubilant bleats of festivalgoers were muted as dawn broke over Gruffendale. The oat bars were only half-grazed. The instrumental warm-ups were slower, warier. Something had shifted in the hearts of the goats.
Because General Hoofinstein McScuttle was dead.
He’d been found at dawn in his tent, eyes wide, jaw slack, cloven hooves frozen mid-scratch, a trail of spilled mineral licks beside him. The official cause? Unknown. But the whispers were spreading like burrs in fleece.
“Poisoned timothy hay, maybe.”
“A cursed woolbrush!”
“I told him not to trust the celery snacks.”
But no theory was as chilling as the one that crept through the ranks of elder goats and hipster bleatniks alike:
Lady Fluffernuzzle von Maaahstein.
Elegant. Mysterious. The belle of the pasture.
And—according to one wide-eyed teen goat who had stayed out late to practice interpretive bleating—seen near the General's tent the night before.
“She said she was ‘just taking a moonlit trot,’ but why bring her cloak with the secret pocket?”
“And her beard pomade—smelled faintly of betrayal.”
“Her eyes were too soft.”
As the goats gathered near the main field, festival security tried to maintain order. Lady Fluffernuzzle arrived as scheduled for the noonday hay ribbon cutting, her hooves polished, her expression serene. But the crowd stiffened.
She stepped forward, poised. “Good Gruffendale, I -”
CRACK.
A single shot rang out from behind Stage B. Goats scattered, screaming in terror. Fluffernuzzle staggered, a dart lodged just beneath her ear tag.
She fell to the ground, breathing in ragged gasps.
“WHO FIRED THAT?”
“IT SEEMED LIKE IT WAS FROM BACK THERE! BEHIND STAGE B!”
From behind a curtain, a small goat emerged, raccoon-like goggles crooked, hooves trembling with adrenaline.
“I had to do it,” he bleated. “She was Bad Nooz. I found the proof in her tent - coded hay schedules, and a badge. A badge with a dark hoofprint.” He held it up. The crowd gasped.
Lady Fluffernuzzle coughed once.
Her last words?
"You’ll never stop us... we’re already among you..."
Then she expired in a most theatrical fashion.
And with that, her fleece stilled.
Silence. Then:
“She was Bad Nooz?”
“Confirmed.”
“General McScuttle can rest now.”
The air lightened. The clouds parted. Someone fainted dramatically in joy. Another proudly proclaimed "THE GANG: Fruitless, but not hopeless!" and looked toward the pasture far, far away with nostalgia and sorrow for their fallen comrades.
The village of Gruffendale breathed out as one, a great sigh of relief.
But not victory.
Because somewhere, beyond the compost pile and the old cider crates, others were watching.
Goats in shadows. Eyes glinting. Were they Bad Nooz? Or could some other dark forces be at play too?
The story was far from over.
Dead is...
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@potentialsheltervet, Lady Fluffernuzzle von Maaahstein, and a
vanilla villager converted to wolf
You are Lady Fluffernuzzle von Maaahstein. You once posed as a celebrity alpaca to sneak into an elite barnyard gala. You drink only rainwater filtered through moss and scream whenever someone says the word “turnip.”
thoughts and prayers to youIf life with neck pain is any life at all
I see, so NOW your vote for me doesn't count, but when I didn't count it, that was an injusticeI've voted exactly once and it was for mafia
That was for mayor! It's a separate mechanic!I see, so NOW your vote for me doesn't count, but when I didn't count it, that was an injustice![]()
Samesies twin, samesiesthoughts and prayers to you
(no but seriously, hope it goes away)
I thought the conclusion was she was converted n0?Interesting.
Why did PSV decide to try to wagon me then?
If she was village when she did it then I’m sad lol
welp now the oh so loved "vampy timestamps" thread will have to happen bc we need to get our sh1t together and go back to the drawing board.y'all I honestly don't know where to go from this
I think she wasI thought the conclusion was she was converted n0?
I need to read back on what I missed while I was sleeping I guess
It's always tempting as a wolf tbhUnless she saw the interest in me and was like “Oho! Juicy!”
What I’ll likely do over the next 1-2 is look at PSV’s posts, see if there’s anyone she changed her interactions with from d0 to d1/d2 and see how she was interacting with folks d1.y'all I honestly don't know where to go from this
KJQ says she doesn’t understand why it’d be appealing 😛It's always tempting as a wolf tbh
okay good im not the only going crazy about this.Well I will take my contrarian-ness on mads, even if my contrarian-ness on PSV was wrong. And I do believe Greedy needs more serious discussion at this stage.
Look I just want the honor of being the one to get you misyeeted, is that too much to ask??KJQ says she doesn’t understand why it’d be appealing 😛
You’d snatch that **** up so fast lol
YesLook I just want the honor of being the one to get you misyeeted, is that too much to ask??
I think any time I've tried it's only resulted in me losing so yeah, would seem that way
im gonna spiralWhat if there were no wolves D0
PSV was converted by the boobytrapped item!
Ahhhhh!!!!!
TOC also updatedTable of Contents
Day 0: Most recent tally - 6/11 at 8:01 PM; Final tally; Write up
Night 0: Write Up; samac subs in for ClinicalABA
Day 1: Most recent tally - 6/13 at 8:56 PM; Final tally; Write up
Night 1: Write up
Day 2: A shot rings out; mads does laundry, Most recent tally - 6/15 at 8:57 PM; Final tally; Write up
I appreciate that mads does laundry is in the tocTOC also updated