In the small, seemingly tranquil village of GWF Hollow, the night air was typically filled with the croaking of frogs and the whisper of wind through the thatch. But as dawn crept like a cautious burglar across the cobblestones, it brought with it a discovery that turned tranquility on its head—a dead body, sprawled unceremoniously in the village square, a victim of the notorious and feared werewolf pack that haunted the surrounding woods. The poor soul was none other than a flagger by profession, known for his exuberant waving of flags at every passing parade, often without a parade in sight.
As the villagers gathered around the gruesome scene, suspicions flew like arrows at a tournament. A gunner named VashTheStampede, whose aim was as infamous as his temper, found himself in a heated argument with Fool's Requiem, a librarian whose greatest weapon was his shushing finger, widely feared among the more vociferous patrons. In a moment of high drama and questionable judgment, VashTheStampede's finger slipped on the trigger, and Fool's Requiem collapsed into a heap of overdue library books.
The day's chaos only escalated from there, with accusations flying faster than VashTheStampede's bullets. In a fit of collective paranoia, the village voted to execute shortkut, a sly individual with a penchant for disappearing rabbits and reappearing doves. When shortkut turned out to be a Trickster Werewolf, the village half-cheered, half-gasped, realizing the gravity of their plight.
As night descended again, it seemed the darkness brought with it a cloak of death. Alu, the village's only violinist, capable of turning even the most joyous occasion melancholic, met his end by a serial killer's blade, while Jon the Marksman found himself outmatched by the very creatures he'd sworn to hunt.
Come morning, VashTheStampede, perhaps feeling the weight of his previous misfire, shot Local Hero in a spectacular display of misguided vigilance, revealing him to be the Shaman Werewolf. The village, now deeply entrenched in chaos, watched as Judge canadaguy, in a move that would make any despot proud, declared himself the sole arbiter of justice and promptly sentenced Smacktard the farmer to execution. This proved the straw that broke the camel's back, and the villagers, in a rare moment of unity, revolted against canadaguy's tyrannical rule, ending his reign with a swift and mob-fueled demise.
The nights grew no kinder. Dimmerwit the Bodyguard, always last to the tavern and first to the fray, was overrun by the werewolves, and Smacktard, having narrowly escaped the noose, found himself less fortunate against the serial killer's relentless pursuit.
As the village dwindled, tensions rose to a boiling point. By day 3, Ben the Wolf Avenger met his grim fate at the end of a rope, but not before dragging Tommy Boy the Flower Child down with him, in a vindictive display of lupine spite.
On the fourth night, the last before oblivion, Christina the Detective, who had pieced together clues as if they were her grandmother's quilt, and Benzine, another flower child with an unfortunate name and even more unfortunate fate, were both eradicated from the dwindling roster of the living.
With only three villagers left—Jawneh the Detective, Quagmire the Bell Ringer (whose bell was heard more often than appreciated), and VashTheStampede—the final day dawned bleak and heavy. Jawneh and Quagmire, putting aside their differences which mostly centered around the acceptable hour to ring a bell, voted decisively. VashTheStampede, the Werewolf Berserker, was finally brought to justice.
As the last vote was cast, the village of GWF Hollow, now bereft of almost all its inhabitants, found a moment of eerie silence before it inexplicably exploded—perhaps from the collective unspent suspicions, or maybe from Quagmire's ill-timed ringing of the victory bell. In the world of GWF Hollow, the line between the absurd and the tragic was but a thread.
