Lethal
T.B.A
You want to know why Alexis2282AE is a werewolf?
You really want to know?
Because only a wolf smiles when the noose is tightening on an innocent man.
Only a wolf chuckles when the seer lies dead, eyes wide, truth silenced forever.
Only a wolf—
No.
Only he,
Could play the fool so well… and yet leave no trace.
Oh, he’ll tell you he’s just “quiet this game.”
He’s “watching.” He’s “thinking.”
He’s “letting town sort itself out.”
How convenient, that the bodies pile up while he “sorts.”
And you—you!—all sit there nodding,
“Alexis? Nah, he’s probably town. He seems so reasonable.”
Ha!
The devil wears reason like a cloak,
And Alexis wears it better than most.
You think it’s coincidence the wolf kills started the moment he stopped talking?
You think it's luck that every lynch he casually supported
Turned out to be one of us?
He’s not a player.
He’s a predator.
And we are the flock.
He doesn’t argue—because wolves don’t need to argue.
They wait.
They listen.
They strike when your back is turned
And your eyes are fixed on each other.
So go ahead.
Trust him.
Vote another innocent.
Give him the victory he’s been licking his chops for since Night One.
Or stand with me.
See the blood beneath his calm.
And end this game the way it should end:
With Alexis2282AE swinging from that rope
As the sun rises
And the howling
Finally
Stops.
You really want to know?
Because only a wolf smiles when the noose is tightening on an innocent man.
Only a wolf chuckles when the seer lies dead, eyes wide, truth silenced forever.
Only a wolf—
No.
Only he,
Could play the fool so well… and yet leave no trace.
Oh, he’ll tell you he’s just “quiet this game.”
He’s “watching.” He’s “thinking.”
He’s “letting town sort itself out.”
How convenient, that the bodies pile up while he “sorts.”
And you—you!—all sit there nodding,
“Alexis? Nah, he’s probably town. He seems so reasonable.”
Ha!
The devil wears reason like a cloak,
And Alexis wears it better than most.
You think it’s coincidence the wolf kills started the moment he stopped talking?
You think it's luck that every lynch he casually supported
Turned out to be one of us?
He’s not a player.
He’s a predator.
And we are the flock.
He doesn’t argue—because wolves don’t need to argue.
They wait.
They listen.
They strike when your back is turned
And your eyes are fixed on each other.
So go ahead.
Trust him.
Vote another innocent.
Give him the victory he’s been licking his chops for since Night One.
Or stand with me.
See the blood beneath his calm.
And end this game the way it should end:
With Alexis2282AE swinging from that rope
As the sun rises
And the howling
Finally
Stops.