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Because I've been stating for a long ass time that I find STL to be odd and now the one person who has constantly told me I'm crazy is now lynching him??? I need some explanation here
 
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Today was an unfortunate day for a particular German Shepherd in the office. In his cage, he had waited, day after day, watching the sun cast shadows on the floor as he hoped for the return of Andy. Andy, whom the dog loved more than anything in the world. For many years ago, it was this boy to whom the Shepherd had been given.

Andy was no ordinary child, you see. When the Shepherd first met him, he was but a pup, the runt of his litter. Andy had no hair, was quite skinny, and had several strange smelling plastic tubes running into his arms. He must have been the runt of his litter too, the dog thought to himself. And he stumbled across the bed to the boy clumsily, for he was never quite good at walking, and the bed made him even worse still. The boy laughed, for the dog made his uncoordinated efforts at locomotion almost look intentional, and carefree, and so full of life. Andy hugged his new little friend, and decided to name him Skip for his adorably goofy way of moving about the world.

His parents had made a gamble on buying a new friend for a boy with such a poor prognosis, but something changed within their son that day. It was as if his new little friend gave him a reason to fight to stay in this world, a reason to hope he could make it through the illness that had plagued him for the better part of a year. And so he fought, and he won. He and the dog went on to be the best of friends. His high school yearbook photo was taken with that dog three years later. And a few months after that, when he got accepted to the college of his dreams, he refused to live on campus because he couldn’t take his best friend with him. And so things had gone for the last few months, a boy and his dog, even if the boy was busier than ever trying to make his dreams come true.

But the dog, well… He’d been in his cage for so long. It felt like forever. Had he not been a good boy? Was it something he had done? He missed Andy terribly, but he feared he had somehow wronged his human companion. Surely such a thing couldn’t happen though, his boy would never abandon him. So there he lay, face down on the cold concrete, dreaming of freedom, of running through the grass with the one person he cared for most this world, of leaving this place when whatever reason he had been put here had passed.

Then however, he heard a call. The woman who seemed to be running the building picked up, and sighed. He could hear his boy on the other end, and he thought that surely this must be good news, that it was his time to go home, that Andy had called to come for him. But the woman sounded like something was paining her to say, like she was hurt, and on the other end, Andy sounded hurt too. More hurt than he had ever sounded in his life, worse even than when he first met the boy, shriveled and sickly all those years ago. And then woman hung up, and went to bring Skip out of his cage. She was not dressed as usual, she was wearing some sort of outfit that shielded every inch of her from view...

Skip eagerly waited as she came and put a leash on him. He still moved fairly awkwardly these days- come to think of it, more awkwardly than ever- but the woman was patient with him as she guided him to a new cage. This one was strange. It didn’t smell right, and didn’t have any openings. Must be his last stop before home he thought, and so in he hopped, and as the door to his new room closed on him, he realized something was wrong. The room didn’t smell right- it smelled faintly like fear. And not just any fear, but fear of the worst sort. This smelled like a place for bad dogs, surely there must have been a mistake! And then the air, it seemed off. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, or worse, that every breath made him suffocate more. How had he failed, what had he done to be here? His breaths became panicked, then frantic, and all he could ask himself was why? What had he done to deserve this? And so it was that he took his last breaths, wondering why the human he had served so faithfully in sickness had left him in this box to die alone, why he had been abandoned.

But there was a reason. Skip’s walk, well, it wasn’t benign. Early in his life, he’d acquired a case of Brucellosis that had affected his central nervous system, then gone into remission after treatment by the breeder. However, it was not entirely gone, and found itself safe behind the blood-brain barrier of our little pup. All these years later it had flared up, causing seizures the dog just couldn’t remember, as well as erratic movement and behavioral problems. He’d even been acting aggressively toward the other animals, and his condition was deteriorating by the day. The vet had tried to treat his infection as best she could, but it was ravaging his mind and body despite everything she threw at him. The difficult-to-treat nature of the disease, as well as the risk of zoonotic transmission, led her and the owner to the only conclusion they could make- Andy’s best friend had to be put down.

You have killed Mad Jack, INFECTION, a wolf in the body of a 5yo male intact GSD, and killer of a very good boy. He could chat with the person of his choice every day and they would find themselves unfortunately blocked the following evening.

It is now Night 6, and there are 13 patients in the hospital. Night deadline will be at 6AM EST tomorrow.

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7. @Gwenevre - Pomeranian with Antifreeze Toxicity
21. @NSFW - Chihuahua with Dental Disease
9. @LetItSnow - Bearded Dragon with MBD
10. @BeautifulBritishColumbia - Ferret with Adrenal Disease
17. @LyraGardenia - DLH with Acute Kidney Failure
6. @PrincessButterCup - DSH kitten with rabies
19. @Caiter92 - Rottie with Hemangiosarcoma
4. @serher - DSH with Hyperthyroidism
16. @Mad Jack - Infection (GSD with Brucellosis)

**********(write-up credits to MJ)**********
 
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So, I will need some time to flesh out what I think I am seeing (this is the honest truth, it just hit me when I was reviewing things before lynch).

And honestly, did not want to say something that would completely derail lynching MJ because I was pretty positive he was also a wolf.

But I think this may have been a bus. Or something like it.

Contingency lynch STL
 
Trilt said:
Today was an unfortunate day for a particular German Shepherd in the office. In his cage, he had waited, day after day, watching the sun cast shadows on the floor as he hoped for the return of Andy. Andy, whom the dog loved more than anything in the world. For many years ago, it was this boy to whom the Shepherd had been given.

Andy was no ordinary child, you see. When the Shepherd first met him, he was but a pup, the runt of his litter. Andy had no hair, was quite skinny, and had several strange smelling plastic tubes running into his arms. He must have been the runt of his litter too, the dog thought to himself. And he stumbled across the bed to the boy clumsily, for he was never quite good at walking, and the bed made him even worse still. The boy laughed, for the dog made his uncoordinated efforts at locomotion almost look intentional, and carefree, and so full of life. Andy hugged his new little friend, and decided to name him Skip for his adorably goofy way of moving about the world.

His parents had made a gamble on buying a new friend for a boy with such a poor prognosis, but something changed within their son that day. It was as if his new little friend gave him a reason to fight to stay in this world, a reason to hope he could make it through the illness that had plagued him for the better part of a year. And so he fought, and he won. He and the dog went on to be the best of friends. His high school yearbook photo was taken with that dog three years later. And a few months after that, when he got accepted to the college of his dreams, he refused to live on campus because he couldn’t take his best friend with him. And so things had gone for the last few months, a boy and his dog, even if the boy was busier than ever trying to make his dreams come true.

But the dog, well… He’d been in his cage for so long. It felt like forever. Had he not been a good boy? Was it something he had done? He missed Andy terribly, but he feared he had somehow wronged his human companion. Surely such a thing couldn’t happen though, his boy would never abandon him. So there he lay, face down on the cold concrete, dreaming of freedom, of running through the grass with the one person he cared for most this world, of leaving this place when whatever reason he had been put here had passed.

Then however, he heard a call. The woman who seemed to be running the building picked up, and sighed. He could hear his boy on the other end, and he thought that surely this must be good news, that it was his time to go home, that Andy had called to come for him. But the woman sounded like something was paining her to say, like she was hurt, and on the other end, Andy sounded hurt too. More hurt than he had ever sounded in his life, worse even than when he first met the boy, shriveled and sickly all those years ago. And then woman hung up, and went to bring Skip out of his cage. She was not dressed as usual, she was wearing some sort of outfit that shielded every inch of her from view...

Skip eagerly waited as she came and put a leash on him. He still moved fairly awkwardly these days- come to think of it, more awkwardly than ever- but the woman was patient with him as she guided him to a new cage. This one was strange. It didn’t smell right, and didn’t have any openings. Must be his last stop before home he thought, and so in he hopped, and as the door to his new room closed on him, he realized something was wrong. The room didn’t smell right- it smelled faintly like fear. And not just any fear, but fear of the worst sort. This smelled like a place for bad dogs, surely there must have been a mistake! And then the air, it seemed off. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, or worse, that every breath made him suffocate more. How had he failed, what had he done to be here? His breaths became panicked, then frantic, and all he could ask himself was why? What had he done to deserve this? And so it was that he took his last breaths, wondering why the human he had served so faithfully in sickness had left him in this box to die alone, why he had been abandoned.

But there was a reason. Skip’s walk, well, it wasn’t benign. Early in his life, he’d acquired a case of Brucellosis that had affected his central nervous system, then gone into remission after treatment by the breeder. However, it was not entirely gone, and found itself safe behind the blood-brain barrier of our little pup. All these years later it had flared up, causing seizures the dog just couldn’t remember, as well as erratic movement and behavioral problems. He’d even been acting aggressively toward the other animals, and his condition was deteriorating by the day. The vet had tried to treat his infection as best she could, but it was ravaging his mind and body despite everything she threw at him. The difficult-to-treat nature of the disease, as well as the risk of zoonotic transmission, led her and the owner to the only conclusion they could make- Andy’s best friend had to be put down.

You have killed Mad Jack, INFECTION, a wolf in the body of a 5yo male intact GSD, and killer of a very good boy. He could chat with the person of his choice every day and they would find themselves unfortunately blocked the following evening.

It is now Night 6, and there are 13 patients in the hospital. Night deadline will be at 6AM EST tomorrow.

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Where the Wild Things Are
1. @hazelmoo

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8. @Animal Midwife

Controlled Death
11. @Jilary
12. @DVMDream

Allergies 101
14. @WildZoo
15. @PippyPony
2. @mmmdreamerz
13. @SummerTheLynx

UGH.
18. @SportPonies
20. @nyanko

Slice 'n' Dice
22. @Great Butts
23. @cdoconn
24. @LadyOtheFarm

NPC: @Teepster87

DEAD:
5. @Coopah - Cancer (DMH with TCC)
3. @Karabiner13 - Yorkie with Hepatic Microvascular Dysplasia
7. @Gwenevre - Pomeranian with Antifreeze Toxicity
21. @NSFW - Chihuahua with Dental Disease
9. @LetItSnow - Bearded Dragon with MBD
10. @BeautifulBritishColumbia - Ferret with Adrenal Disease
17. @LyraGardenia - DLH with Acute Kidney Failure
6. @PrincessButterCup - DSH kitten with rabies
19. @Caiter92 - Rottie with Hemangiosarcoma
4. @serher - DSH with Hyperthyroidism
16. @Mad Jack - Infection (GSD with Brucellosis)

**********(write-up credits to MJ)**********
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@Mad Jack was it necessary to make me cry this early in the week? :cryi:
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Trilt said:
Today was an unfortunate day for a particular German Shepherd in the office. In his cage, he had waited, day after day, watching the sun cast shadows on the floor as he hoped for the return of Andy. Andy, whom the dog loved more than anything in the world. For many years ago, it was this boy to whom the Shepherd had been given.

Andy was no ordinary child, you see. When the Shepherd first met him, he was but a pup, the runt of his litter. Andy had no hair, was quite skinny, and had several strange smelling plastic tubes running into his arms. He must have been the runt of his litter too, the dog thought to himself. And he stumbled across the bed to the boy clumsily, for he was never quite good at walking, and the bed made him even worse still. The boy laughed, for the dog made his uncoordinated efforts at locomotion almost look intentional, and carefree, and so full of life. Andy hugged his new little friend, and decided to name him Skip for his adorably goofy way of moving about the world.

His parents had made a gamble on buying a new friend for a boy with such a poor prognosis, but something changed within their son that day. It was as if his new little friend gave him a reason to fight to stay in this world, a reason to hope he could make it through the illness that had plagued him for the better part of a year. And so he fought, and he won. He and the dog went on to be the best of friends. His high school yearbook photo was taken with that dog three years later. And a few months after that, when he got accepted to the college of his dreams, he refused to live on campus because he couldn’t take his best friend with him. And so things had gone for the last few months, a boy and his dog, even if the boy was busier than ever trying to make his dreams come true.

But the dog, well… He’d been in his cage for so long. It felt like forever. Had he not been a good boy? Was it something he had done? He missed Andy terribly, but he feared he had somehow wronged his human companion. Surely such a thing couldn’t happen though, his boy would never abandon him. So there he lay, face down on the cold concrete, dreaming of freedom, of running through the grass with the one person he cared for most this world, of leaving this place when whatever reason he had been put here had passed.

Then however, he heard a call. The woman who seemed to be running the building picked up, and sighed. He could hear his boy on the other end, and he thought that surely this must be good news, that it was his time to go home, that Andy had called to come for him. But the woman sounded like something was paining her to say, like she was hurt, and on the other end, Andy sounded hurt too. More hurt than he had ever sounded in his life, worse even than when he first met the boy, shriveled and sickly all those years ago. And then woman hung up, and went to bring Skip out of his cage. She was not dressed as usual, she was wearing some sort of outfit that shielded every inch of her from view...

Skip eagerly waited as she came and put a leash on him. He still moved fairly awkwardly these days- come to think of it, more awkwardly than ever- but the woman was patient with him as she guided him to a new cage. This one was strange. It didn’t smell right, and didn’t have any openings. Must be his last stop before home he thought, and so in he hopped, and as the door to his new room closed on him, he realized something was wrong. The room didn’t smell right- it smelled faintly like fear. And not just any fear, but fear of the worst sort. This smelled like a place for bad dogs, surely there must have been a mistake! And then the air, it seemed off. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, or worse, that every breath made him suffocate more. How had he failed, what had he done to be here? His breaths became panicked, then frantic, and all he could ask himself was why? What had he done to deserve this? And so it was that he took his last breaths, wondering why the human he had served so faithfully in sickness had left him in this box to die alone, why he had been abandoned.

But there was a reason. Skip’s walk, well, it wasn’t benign. Early in his life, he’d acquired a case of Brucellosis that had affected his central nervous system, then gone into remission after treatment by the breeder. However, it was not entirely gone, and found itself safe behind the blood-brain barrier of our little pup. All these years later it had flared up, causing seizures the dog just couldn’t remember, as well as erratic movement and behavioral problems. He’d even been acting aggressively toward the other animals, and his condition was deteriorating by the day. The vet had tried to treat his infection as best she could, but it was ravaging his mind and body despite everything she threw at him. The difficult-to-treat nature of the disease, as well as the risk of zoonotic transmission, led her and the owner to the only conclusion they could make- Andy’s best friend had to be put down.

You have killed Mad Jack, INFECTION, a wolf in the body of a 5yo male intact GSD, and killer of a very good boy. He could chat with the person of his choice every day and they would find themselves unfortunately blocked the following evening.

**********(write-up credits to MJ)**********
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cdoconn said:
Alright I hadn't caught MJ as wolf was mod given information. (Prime example of why you should reread everything you read while drugged up)

If that's true, I have no qualms whatsoever lynching MJ. Unlynch DVMD, Lynch MJ

But in general, I do think we need to get back to that.

Also, what are everyone's feels diagnosis wise?
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Officialish Lynch Tally
MJ (9) - AM, Pippy, WZ, STL, Jil, SP, DVMD, Hmoo, 3m
STL (3) - GB, Ny, MJ

12/14 - Deadline 8PM EST (~15min)
Please check your votes.
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Just FYI - you missed cdo's lynch on MJ.
 
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Trilt said:
Today was an unfortunate day for a particular German Shepherd in the office. In his cage, he had waited, day after day, watching the sun cast shadows on the floor as he hoped for the return of Andy. Andy, whom the dog loved more than anything in the world. For many years ago, it was this boy to whom the Shepherd had been given.

Andy was no ordinary child, you see. When the Shepherd first met him, he was but a pup, the runt of his litter. Andy had no hair, was quite skinny, and had several strange smelling plastic tubes running into his arms. He must have been the runt of his litter too, the dog thought to himself. And he stumbled across the bed to the boy clumsily, for he was never quite good at walking, and the bed made him even worse still. The boy laughed, for the dog made his uncoordinated efforts at locomotion almost look intentional, and carefree, and so full of life. Andy hugged his new little friend, and decided to name him Skip for his adorably goofy way of moving about the world.

His parents had made a gamble on buying a new friend for a boy with such a poor prognosis, but something changed within their son that day. It was as if his new little friend gave him a reason to fight to stay in this world, a reason to hope he could make it through the illness that had plagued him for the better part of a year. And so he fought, and he won. He and the dog went on to be the best of friends. His high school yearbook photo was taken with that dog three years later. And a few months after that, when he got accepted to the college of his dreams, he refused to live on campus because he couldn’t take his best friend with him. And so things had gone for the last few months, a boy and his dog, even if the boy was busier than ever trying to make his dreams come true.

But the dog, well… He’d been in his cage for so long. It felt like forever. Had he not been a good boy? Was it something he had done? He missed Andy terribly, but he feared he had somehow wronged his human companion. Surely such a thing couldn’t happen though, his boy would never abandon him. So there he lay, face down on the cold concrete, dreaming of freedom, of running through the grass with the one person he cared for most this world, of leaving this place when whatever reason he had been put here had passed.

Then however, he heard a call. The woman who seemed to be running the building picked up, and sighed. He could hear his boy on the other end, and he thought that surely this must be good news, that it was his time to go home, that Andy had called to come for him. But the woman sounded like something was paining her to say, like she was hurt, and on the other end, Andy sounded hurt too. More hurt than he had ever sounded in his life, worse even than when he first met the boy, shriveled and sickly all those years ago. And then woman hung up, and went to bring Skip out of his cage. She was not dressed as usual, she was wearing some sort of outfit that shielded every inch of her from view...

Skip eagerly waited as she came and put a leash on him. He still moved fairly awkwardly these days- come to think of it, more awkwardly than ever- but the woman was patient with him as she guided him to a new cage. This one was strange. It didn’t smell right, and didn’t have any openings. Must be his last stop before home he thought, and so in he hopped, and as the door to his new room closed on him, he realized something was wrong. The room didn’t smell right- it smelled faintly like fear. And not just any fear, but fear of the worst sort. This smelled like a place for bad dogs, surely there must have been a mistake! And then the air, it seemed off. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, or worse, that every breath made him suffocate more. How had he failed, what had he done to be here? His breaths became panicked, then frantic, and all he could ask himself was why? What had he done to deserve this? And so it was that he took his last breaths, wondering why the human he had served so faithfully in sickness had left him in this box to die alone, why he had been abandoned.

But there was a reason. Skip’s walk, well, it wasn’t benign. Early in his life, he’d acquired a case of Brucellosis that had affected his central nervous system, then gone into remission after treatment by the breeder. However, it was not entirely gone, and found itself safe behind the blood-brain barrier of our little pup. All these years later it had flared up, causing seizures the dog just couldn’t remember, as well as erratic movement and behavioral problems. He’d even been acting aggressively toward the other animals, and his condition was deteriorating by the day. The vet had tried to treat his infection as best she could, but it was ravaging his mind and body despite everything she threw at him. The difficult-to-treat nature of the disease, as well as the risk of zoonotic transmission, led her and the owner to the only conclusion they could make- Andy’s best friend had to be put down.

You have killed Mad Jack, INFECTION, a wolf in the body of a 5yo male intact GSD, and killer of a very good boy. He could chat with the person of his choice every day and they would find themselves unfortunately blocked the following evening.

It is now Night 6, and there are 13 patients in the hospital. Night deadline will be at 6AM EST tomorrow.

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Mods:
@Trilt
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ROSTER:
Where the Wild Things Are
1. @hazelmoo

Crunchy Stuff
8. @Animal Midwife

Controlled Death
11. @Jilary
12. @DVMDream

Allergies 101
14. @WildZoo
15. @PippyPony
2. @mmmdreamerz
13. @SummerTheLynx

UGH.
18. @SportPonies
20. @nyanko

Slice 'n' Dice
22. @Great Butts
23. @cdoconn
24. @LadyOtheFarm

NPC: @Teepster87

DEAD:
5. @Coopah - Cancer (DMH with TCC)
3. @Karabiner13 - Yorkie with Hepatic Microvascular Dysplasia
7. @Gwenevre - Pomeranian with Antifreeze Toxicity
21. @NSFW - Chihuahua with Dental Disease
9. @LetItSnow - Bearded Dragon with MBD
10. @BeautifulBritishColumbia - Ferret with Adrenal Disease
17. @LyraGardenia - DLH with Acute Kidney Failure
6. @PrincessButterCup - DSH kitten with rabies
19. @Caiter92 - Rottie with Hemangiosarcoma
4. @serher - DSH with Hyperthyroidism
16. @Mad Jack - Infection (GSD with Brucellosis)

**********(write-up credits to MJ)**********
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The heck, MJ.
 
PippyPony said:
So, I will need some time to flesh out what I think I am seeing (this is the honest truth, it just hit me when I was reviewing things before lynch).

And honestly, did not want to say something that would completely derail lynching MJ because I was pretty positive he was also a wolf.

But I think this may have been a bus. Or something like it.

Contingency lynch STL
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Why do you think it was a bus?
 
LetItSnow said:
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What, me? I'm super chill. In part because it's 14F outside and my furnace quit working at 4AM this morning.

(But really, I'm mellow. I'm just yankin' yer chain back. One day of work before a 4-days stretch of teaching surgery to vet students. Vacayyyyyyyyyyyyy.)

But I did change the bunny pic. I didn't know there was a bunny in the game. This is why dead people shouldn't post. :)
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it was a joke. both of my posts were.
 
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Jilary said:
But gas chamber, really? That's not even legal in all states!
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It's legal in mine :( I was thinking how confused a dog (in this case, my character) must feel going through that, so I kind of built a story around it for my writeup. Evil, I know.
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PippyPony said:
So, I will need some time to flesh out what I think I am seeing (this is the honest truth, it just hit me when I was reviewing things before lynch).

And honestly, did not want to say something that would completely derail lynching MJ because I was pretty positive he was also a wolf.

But I think this may have been a bus. Or something like it.

Contingency lynch STL
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He literally just got us a wolf -__-
 
DVMDream said:
Apparently it is very good that I don't have a long attention span since I decided that write up was tl;dr....
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Afraid you might feel something? :laugh:

Really though, I figured most people wouldn't read it, but I tried to make it decent for the six or so people that would.
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nyanko said:
He also literally admits to busing wolves when he's a wolf.
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This is a truth fact. There are things outside of the fact that I just got a wolf that makes me a villager, and pippy knows this just as well as I do. She thinks that our whole group is essentially pulling one over on her, even though it's literally not just our group. I am reading it as her being a bit tired since the last statement to me was something like "I genuinely apologize if I am just hallucinating all of this." I would normally vote to lynch anyone after a move like that tomorrow, but she literally has been verified as a villager. Twice.
 
SummerTheLynx said:
This is a truth fact. There are things outside of the fact that I just got a wolf that makes me a villager, and pippy knows this just as well as I do. She thinks that our whole group is essentially pulling one over on her, even though it's literally not just our group. I am reading it as her being a bit tired since the last statement to me was something like "I genuinely apologize if I am just hallucinating all of this." I would normally vote to lynch anyone after a move like that tomorrow, but she literally has been verified as a villager. Twice.
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Yeah she was definitely villager to start and I don't have any reason to think she's been converted, but idk. If MJ wasn't wolf I would have been suspicious of STL but I don't feel like he's the right direction at this point.
 
And then her other argument is that my villager title format matched with MJ's villager title format early in the game. Which is fair, I don't have a good answer to unless someone in the game gave it to him, or trilt told him it. When I had checked with Dubz, trilt was not online. By the time MJ replied, trilt was back online.
 
nyanko said:
it was a joke. both of my posts were.
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I assumed the first was. It took me a while to figure out the second was. :)

But if there's really a bunny in the game, you were right even if you were joking - not cool. I swapped the pic. It was unintentional.
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SummerTheLynx said:
And then her other argument is that my villager title format matched with MJ's villager title format early in the game. Which is fair, I don't have a good answer to unless someone in the game gave it to him, or trilt told him it. When I had checked with Dubz, trilt was not online. By the time MJ replied, trilt was back online.
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(@DVMDream I know you're going to hate this post. Sorry)
 
PippyPony said:
I think you can easily imagine a scenario where your role could render one of those reasons completely moot.
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So your suspicion is that I am unseeable wolf who can upgrade people? Would be a bit of an overpowered wolf but that's fair. Why did I do the second thing? Unless you are sure that MMM is a wolf also. And you are also sure that Dubz is a wolf. So your entire group is wolves? You may want to look at this a bit more objectively.
 
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Today was an unfortunate day for a particular German Shepherd in the office. In his cage, he had waited, day after day, watching the sun cast shadows on the floor as he hoped for the return of Andy. Andy, whom the dog loved more than anything in the world. For many years ago, it was this boy to whom the Shepherd had been given.

Andy was no ordinary child, you see. When the Shepherd first met him, he was but a pup, the runt of his litter. Andy had no hair, was quite skinny, and had several strange smelling plastic tubes running into his arms. He must have been the runt of his litter too, the dog thought to himself. And he stumbled across the bed to the boy clumsily, for he was never quite good at walking, and the bed made him even worse still. The boy laughed, for the dog made his uncoordinated efforts at locomotion almost look intentional, and carefree, and so full of life. Andy hugged his new little friend, and decided to name him Skip for his adorably goofy way of moving about the world.

His parents had made a gamble on buying a new friend for a boy with such a poor prognosis, but something changed within their son that day. It was as if his new little friend gave him a reason to fight to stay in this world, a reason to hope he could make it through the illness that had plagued him for the better part of a year. And so he fought, and he won. He and the dog went on to be the best of friends. His high school yearbook photo was taken with that dog three years later. And a few months after that, when he got accepted to the college of his dreams, he refused to live on campus because he couldn’t take his best friend with him. And so things had gone for the last few months, a boy and his dog, even if the boy was busier than ever trying to make his dreams come true.

But the dog, well… He’d been in his cage for so long. It felt like forever. Had he not been a good boy? Was it something he had done? He missed Andy terribly, but he feared he had somehow wronged his human companion. Surely such a thing couldn’t happen though, his boy would never abandon him. So there he lay, face down on the cold concrete, dreaming of freedom, of running through the grass with the one person he cared for most this world, of leaving this place when whatever reason he had been put here had passed.

Then however, he heard a call. The woman who seemed to be running the building picked up, and sighed. He could hear his boy on the other end, and he thought that surely this must be good news, that it was his time to go home, that Andy had called to come for him. But the woman sounded like something was paining her to say, like she was hurt, and on the other end, Andy sounded hurt too. More hurt than he had ever sounded in his life, worse even than when he first met the boy, shriveled and sickly all those years ago. And then woman hung up, and went to bring Skip out of his cage. She was not dressed as usual, she was wearing some sort of outfit that shielded every inch of her from view...

Skip eagerly waited as she came and put a leash on him. He still moved fairly awkwardly these days- come to think of it, more awkwardly than ever- but the woman was patient with him as she guided him to a new cage. This one was strange. It didn’t smell right, and didn’t have any openings. Must be his last stop before home he thought, and so in he hopped, and as the door to his new room closed on him, he realized something was wrong. The room didn’t smell right- it smelled faintly like fear. And not just any fear, but fear of the worst sort. This smelled like a place for bad dogs, surely there must have been a mistake! And then the air, it seemed off. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, or worse, that every breath made him suffocate more. How had he failed, what had he done to be here? His breaths became panicked, then frantic, and all he could ask himself was why? What had he done to deserve this? And so it was that he took his last breaths, wondering why the human he had served so faithfully in sickness had left him in this box to die alone, why he had been abandoned.

But there was a reason. Skip’s walk, well, it wasn’t benign. Early in his life, he’d acquired a case of Brucellosis that had affected his central nervous system, then gone into remission after treatment by the breeder. However, it was not entirely gone, and found itself safe behind the blood-brain barrier of our little pup. All these years later it had flared up, causing seizures the dog just couldn’t remember, as well as erratic movement and behavioral problems. He’d even been acting aggressively toward the other animals, and his condition was deteriorating by the day. The vet had tried to treat his infection as best she could, but it was ravaging his mind and body despite everything she threw at him. The difficult-to-treat nature of the disease, as well as the risk of zoonotic transmission, led her and the owner to the only conclusion they could make- Andy’s best friend had to be put down.

You have killed Mad Jack, INFECTION, a wolf in the body of a 5yo male intact GSD, and killer of a very good boy. He could chat with the person of his choice every day and they would find themselves unfortunately blocked the following evening.

It is now Night 6, and there are 13 patients in the hospital. Night deadline will be at 6AM EST tomorrow.

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Mods:
@Trilt
@finnickthedog

ROSTER:
Where the Wild Things Are
1. @hazelmoo

Crunchy Stuff
8. @Animal Midwife

Controlled Death
11. @Jilary
12. @DVMDream

Allergies 101
14. @WildZoo
15. @PippyPony
2. @mmmdreamerz
13. @SummerTheLynx

UGH.
18. @SportPonies
20. @nyanko

Slice 'n' Dice
22. @Great Butts
23. @cdoconn
24. @LadyOtheFarm

NPC: @Teepster87

DEAD:
5. @Coopah - Cancer (DMH with TCC)
3. @Karabiner13 - Yorkie with Hepatic Microvascular Dysplasia
7. @Gwenevre - Pomeranian with Antifreeze Toxicity
21. @NSFW - Chihuahua with Dental Disease
9. @LetItSnow - Bearded Dragon with MBD
10. @BeautifulBritishColumbia - Ferret with Adrenal Disease
17. @LyraGardenia - DLH with Acute Kidney Failure
6. @PrincessButterCup - DSH kitten with rabies
19. @Caiter92 - Rottie with Hemangiosarcoma
4. @serher - DSH with Hyperthyroidism
16. @Mad Jack - Infection (GSD with Brucellosis)

**********(write-up credits to MJ)**********
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Yay we got a wolf but holy ****, I'm tearing up. Dammit MJ's write up cut me to the core. RIP little buddy
 
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Also, I did a CBC/Chem panel on @SummerTheLynx

Not sure if this is considered a "send off test" because I know all of our CBC/Chem panels are in house, but I haven't gotten results yet. I'll let y'all know when I do!
 
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Ignore the handling of the pup- don't wanna go down that rabbit hole- I just wanted a photo of a hazmat suit and a dog.

Into the tank you go, @Mad Jack
 
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SummerTheLynx said:
So your suspicion is that I am unseeable wolf who can upgrade people? Would be a bit of an overpowered wolf but that's fair. Why did I do the second thing? Unless you are sure that MMM is a wolf also. And you are also sure that Dubz is a wolf. So your entire group is wolves? You may want to look at this a bit more objectively.
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I am not sure that all of them are wolves. Or sure that any of you are wolves, precisely, because I'm leaning more heavily towards you being chaos atm.

Your role is OP, and it has bothered me since day one because of the level of flexibility that it provides, even if it is marginally restricted in some ways.

Also, I would imagine it's not impossible for a chaos role to be given some inherent protection such as being unseeable, like cdo is claiming for her neutral role.

It's also entirely possible that you are just a wolf with your upgrade, and you upgraded yourself to be unseeable for just N1, which is when you tend to get seered anyways because it's at the beginning of the game, and by your own omission, you tend to get seered early.

I dunno, dude. I very much want(ed) to believe you were village for the reason you are referencing above, but I see some significant things stacking against you, and somehow villagers keep dying from lynches that you have been promoting, and I guess I expect more from you than having your suspicion lists be filled with villagers? ...So this is a compliment, in a way?

OH and your lack of a vote for Coopah on D1 -- after trying to drum up reasons for getting people to bandwagon on to me -- makes me feel like you were trying to steer people away from Coop.
 
I'm just going to put this out there as I'm not privy to any behind the scenes stuff.

If anyone is claiming multiple abilities...such as seer, block, protect, track, make items, or really any combinations of anything... be suspicious of chaos.
 
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I am not sure that all of them are wolves. Or sure that any of you are wolves, precisely, because I'm leaning more heavily towards you being chaos atm.

Your role is OP, and it has bothered me since day one because of the level of flexibility that it provides, even if it is marginally restricted in some ways.

Also, I would imagine it's not impossible for a chaos role to be given some inherent protection such as being unseeable, like cdo is claiming for her neutral role.

It's also entirely possible that you upgraded yourself to be unseeable for just N1, which is when you tend to get seered anyways because it's at the beginning of the game, and by your own omission, tend to get seered early.

I dunno, dude. I very much want(ed) to believe you were village for the reason you are referencing above, but I see some significant things stacking against you, and somehow villagers keep dying from lynches that you have been promoting, and I guess I expect more from you than having your suspicion lists be filled with villagers? ...So this is a compliment, in a way?

OH and your lack of a vote for Coopah on D1 -- after trying to drum up reasons for getting people to bandwagon on to me -- makes me feel like you were trying to steer people away from Coop.
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My role is not OP as its restricted to the person that I give it to.

You can't claim that I am a wolf, and Dubz is a wolf, and MMM is a wolf in pm, and then backtrack to me being chaos. You are going a bit over the top Rn, and I get it probably more than anyone else here. You need to bring it a step back.

If I am chaos, I wolf hunt. I don't go for villagers. I play pretty nicely village, but also let things go on fire a bit while doing so. So me lynching villagers is either me not doing well as a villager or me being a wolf, it doesn't make me chaos. It is a compliment, and I appreciate that? Lol

I think I drummed things up with you before coopah was even on the lynch radar, so I think that's a stretch. I am not sure on this so I need to go back and double check. But once again, you keep flip flopping in making an argument for me as chaos or me as a wolf. Choose one, sit down, formulate your argument, look over it and post it. I really do get it, I do exactly what you are doing more than you know. But you are coming off to me as erratic in how you are arguing it.
 
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I'm just going to put this out there as I'm not privy to any behind the scenes stuff.

If anyone is claiming multiple abilities...such as seer, block, protect, track, make items, or really any combinations of anything... be suspicious of chaos.
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I am claiming one ability. Upgrading. She keeps adding abilities to me that I apparently have.
 
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