I rarely get notes from the GM in Werewolf. When I do, they are invariably involving something very, very fucked happening to my character. This one was no exception.
"Soon you will be attacking your pack (you have no say in it.) You will not hold anything back, attack them as if they were bad NPCs. You cannot say things like 'Sorry guys, I can't help it' even out of character. You will fight for six turns. After that, you can take a turn to yell STOP! or FUUUUUUUUCK!!! if that's more appropriate."
So, I turned to the leader of my pack, plunged both clawed hands into his chest cavity, and smacked his head on the ceiling. Even he respected the pure class of that move. Then, unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - the little Tibetan warrior guy in our party picked me up and threw me down the corridor. I hit the wall so hard, it knocked me out.
And that was just the beginning of the fun and games. Today's Werewolf session was seriously entertaining. I love this game.
PS: Today, I finally came up with a title for my novel. It didn't quite hit me out of the blue; I'd been thinking about it for quite a while. I always had faith that as I wrote, some title would make itself appropriate. So how do y'all think 'The Lost Throne' sounds as a title? I quite like it.
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