Ten - Game Thread

[vampyrica]

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hey so that was crazy. GGs!

 

[fruitsalad]

thanks for the game mods

i hope @samac and @Zenge142 got the prep they needed for real champs, but i’m sure they’ll do well

thanks for playing with us @Kcalb @Santygrass @toberto @The Wasp @Mrs Queequeg @moonstermash hope to see you guys around again

i admit i have a soft spot for both @beans2020 and @apoptosis09 so F3 was a bit emotionally taxing, and i really didn’t want to vote yesterday for many reasons (and also as before, i’m a huge fan of International Women’s Day so i didn’t want to focus much on the game)

well done village, well done wolves, you guys played well

lots to learn from this game for the future

see you around in future

 

[Animal Midwife]

Thank you to @kaydubs and @supershorty for providing the flesh and meat of the writeups, double checking my work, collecting night actions, and closing when I was awol! Made everything run SO much smoother! Look forward to doing it again next year!!!

 

[Clem J]

Ope, gg beans et al

 

[beans2020]

THANKS FOR KILLING ME CHILD

ANY TIME MOM

 

[beans2020]

Guys you are all so sweet!! I couldn't have done it without my incredible packmates kitz, wasp, and toby!

 

[beans2020]

Fantastic job village - you guys had me sweating BUCKETS. Multiple times.
Especially to apop and fruit! I was so impressed and proud of both of you of how you both handled F3 (even if I was secretly plotting your demise hehe)!

 

[beans2020]

And thank you to the mods for an incredible game and for listening to my spiraling in wolf chat!
Hoping all the champs got good practice for this year!

 

[Animal Midwife]

Wolf chat is open for anyone who's interested!

 

[GoSpursGo]

Wolf chat is open for anyone who's interested!

I would like an add plz 🙂

 

[supershorty]

Night 6

Strike wasn't always decisive, though her name implied otherwise. A single motion, clean and undeniable, and everything fell.

Ten pins standing at attention, quiet white sentinels waiting at the end of the lane. And then the roll down the long, humming path of possibility, until the critical moment arrived.

Crack.
All ten down.

People loved that moment. The way certainty rushed in like applause. The way the frame closed with a neat little mark that meant perfection had briefly visited the room.

Strike never lingered. She would nod modestly, step back, and let the pins be reset. Ten again. Always ten again. The world liked its chances restored.
She'd never been the biggest fan of bowling, herself. It held dark memories, dusty remnants of a time she'd gone too soon and left a legacy that lurked in the corners of her mind, waiting to disturb her when she was finally falling asleep.

But that was then.
This was now.

She was celebrated. A symbol of precision. Balance. Everything coming together at exactly the right instant.
But ten had begun to gather shadows. The disappearances had unsettled everyone.


Strike stood at the end of the lane, contemplating the pins neatly arranged in front of her. They felt less like the friends that she knocked down in a good natured way. She felt like secrets were hiding between their snug shoulders, but she couldn't quite decipher what they were.

In the hours of the night, the ten pins arranged before her felt like an accusation. A taunting jeer that she would never get closure before it was too late.

The roll down the lane, that long humming journey toward inevitability, felt less like skill and more like fate being pushed along by unseen hands. Like there was an air of finality that she couldn't quite name.

Ten.

The room held its breath. Her throw was as perfect as it had always been. Smooth release. Clean spin. The ball traveling the narrow corridor between hope and certainty.

Impact. Ten pins scattered in a white explosion.

Strike.

The word echoed through the hall, but the applause did not come. Because the sound that followed was different.

Sharper. Closer.

A crack that did not belong to bowling.

Strike staggered once, confusion flickering across her face as if she had just realized that precision does not protect you from viciousness. She fell beside the lane she had mastered.

The pins, reset automatically, stood quietly nearby.

Ten of them.
Unmoved.

The unnamed killer did not run. They did not speak. They simply looked at the fallen figure and seemed, for the first time, satisfied. Because Strike was the last that they would strike down..

The final adjustment.
The final correction in a long sequence of ten-shaped disturbances.

Only one more death stood between them and salvation.

The lanes dimmed.
The pins waited in patient silence.

And somewhere beyond the quiet building, the night turned slowly toward morning.

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Tomorrow, there would only be one chance
to get it right.

Dead is...

Spoiler

@WildZoo, Strike, and a

Spoiler

vanilla townie

Night 6 flavor updated

Sorry Dubz, but the forum won't let me put your pic in there, I blame @GoSpursGo

 

[supershorty]

Day 7

When Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation stepped forward, the room was already frayed. Too many had fallen. Pairs had broken. Numbers had vanished. The quiet geometry of ten had been cracked and scattered across memory.

So when she arrived to take the reins from the one who came before her, no one greeted her with comfort. They greeted her with suspicion.

Her name alone felt complicated.
Transcutaneous. Electrical. Nerve. Stimulation.

Four sharp words buzzing together like wires exposed to air.

They shortened it quickly.
TENS.

Ten.

The number landed heavily in the room. Ten had always meant structure. Ten had always meant completeness. But lately it had also meant something darker - every disappearance seemed to orbit it like a planet pulled into gravity.

From the moment TENS stepped in, the murmurs began.
“She appeared exactly when someone else vanished.”
“She sends currents through conversations.”

And yet she endured.

Again and again the circle tightened around her name, and again and again the current shifted at the last moment. Suspicion crackled, jumped tracks, found another conductor.

TENS survived. Not easily. Not gracefully. But stubbornly.

The embattled feeling never left her. Every word she spoke seemed to hum with electricity. Every vote felt like touching a live wire.
Still she remained.

Until the room finally narrowed.

Three remained standing in the uneasy silence.
TENS.
X.
And Rooster.

Most believed in X. She had that quality people longed for during storms - a calm center, like peanut butter and jelly fitting together without effort, like two numbers meeting cleanly to become ten. X felt trustworthy.

TENS felt… complicated.

When the moment arrived to speak, the room expected something simple.
Instead, TENS said quietly:

“I vote for X.”

The words hit the floor like a dropped weight.
Gasps.
Confusion.

X?

The one nearly everyone trusted?

TENS did not waver. She simply stood there, current humming faintly around her certainty, as if she could see a pattern no one else could.

X laughed. "Of course this is what she's doing, don't you see, Rooster! She's cornered! This is her final last stand, desperate though it may be. Don't fall for it. You know what to do."

And suddenly the decision rested in Rooster's hands.

He agonized. He looked at TENS, she who had stepped into chaos and somehow survived wave after wave of suspicion. Perhaps that resilience meant innocence. Or perhaps it meant something far more dangerous.

Then he looked at X.

Steady. Reliable. The one almost everyone believed in.

Why would TENS vote against her?

The question circled his mind again and again like a ball rolling down a narrow lane toward ten waiting pins. Was there something to it that he wasn't seeing? He studied the two of them, eyes shifting back and forth, cocking his head while the questions raced through his brain. He took his time. Methodically considering every angle.

The room held its breath.

At last Rooster spoke.
“I vote for TENS.”

Silence fell like snow.

TENS exhaled once, the current inside her finally fading.

Then came the sound.
A sharp crack in the quiet.

TENS staggered and fell, the electricity gone from the room as if someone had severed the wire that powered everything.

Two remained.

Rooster.
And X.

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At the beginning, it wasn't clear that X, or her family, would survive.

She had arrived under impossible odds. Suspicion brushed past her name more than once in those early days, the way wind rattles every window before choosing one to break.

But X adapted.

She did not shout. She did not force herself into the center.
She simply did what people wanted most when fear spreads - she helped.

Quiet guidance. Careful words. Small reassurances that made the room feel steadier.

Trust gathered around her slowly, the way numbers gather toward ten - one, two, three, inching closer to something whole.

And all the while, beneath that calm surface, X worked. Carefully. Precisely.

One death at a time.
Right under their noses.

2x5 vanished while everyone argued about multiplication.

The jersey with the proud 10 disappeared while they debated loyalty.

Capricornus fell on a ridge while they praised her heroism.

The Ten Commandments collapsed beneath a sky full of accusations.

Decathlon was discarded.

Strike was silenced.

Each moment seemed separate. Each explanation sounded reasonable.

And every time the circle tightened, X stood nearby - steady, supportive, trustworthy.
By the time the pattern could have been seen, it was too late.
Seven days passed like seven turns of a tightening screw.

Seven days of tension.
Seven days of whispers and fear.
Seven days of X guiding them gently through the storm she herself had created.

And now, at the end, she stood victorious.
The room had narrowed to its final shape.

Ten had haunted everything - the vanished pairs, the fallen symbols, the quiet arithmetic of suspicion.
But now ten meant something else again.

Her team had won.

She had led them there through patience, deception, and nerve. Through a perfect sequence invisible to everyone else.

Rooster looked at her now, realizing too late what had happened.
X met his gaze calmly.
There was no malice in her expression.

Only relief.

After seven long days and six long nights of tension and calculation, the weight finally lifted from her shoulders. Victory settled over her like warm sunlight.

This was her salvation.
This was her nirvana.

And somewhere, deep in the quiet arithmetic that had shaped the entire week, the number ten finally rested

complete,
perfect,
silent.​

Final write up also posted.

 

[WildZoo]

Night 6 flavor updated

Sorry Dubz, but the forum won't let me put your pic in there, I blame @GoSpursGo

That BoWWling reference

 

[supershorty]

That BoWWling reference

I just cackled like that TikTok girl who said "my parents told me I could be anything, so I became a problem"

 

[Clem J]

Wolf chat is open for anyone who's interested!

Yes pls

 

[WildZoo]

Wolf chat is open for anyone who's interested!

Yeah gimme another chat to read!

 

[GoSpursGo]

Any update on when @samac 's champs game will start? And will we get informed if @Zenge142 gets subbed in?

 

[samac]

Any update on when @samac 's champs game will start? And will we get informed if @Zenge142 gets subbed in?

I was late to the party as far as sending in my requests for dates and times because I’m an old lady and don’t get discord notifications so we’ll see lol

 

[GoSpursGo]

I was late to the party as far as sending in my requests for dates and times because I’m an old lady and don’t get discord notifications so we’ll see lol

... the only mechanism to get an invite is discord notifications?!

Good lord

 

[supershorty]

... the only mechanism to get an invite is discord notifications?!

Good lord

Better get ready for when it's your turn, gramps!!

 

[GoSpursGo]

Better get ready for when it's your turn, gramps!!

 

[Animal Midwife]

Any update on when @samac 's champs game will start? And will we get informed if @Zenge142 gets subbed in?

I'll report back if Zenge subs since I'm monitoring all games.

 

[Animal Midwife]

I bet we get the rest of the schedule sometime later this week in terms of samac though.