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The day's voting, tiny as it was, produced a tie! And since your handsome anchormanshepherd has no interest in prolonging his suffering in this perfect Olympic hell, a tie simply means more to truck out! Ghost and Toro were both led out of the perfect Olympic pasture and sent to Leah's house. The door opened, and upon seeing Leah's hideous visage, both experienced something similar to Raiders of the Lost Ark where their faces melted and they died and it was gross and sad. Oh well.

Ghost was a sheep!
Toro was a wolf! Nice!

Now, I'd welcome you to day fifteen? But alas, there is no daylight for our remaining sheep. Alex and Rikki were gobbled up and spat back out all over the ski mountain.


So, let's see.
Ghost, Toro, Alex, and Rikki. Four of our five survivors. So that leaves...our last little wolf--


TIM DRAKE IS THE WINNER!


This was our closest game so far with only ONE survivor; nice game everyone! Thank you for participating, and I hope you all had a good time!

Also! Everyone is alive again! ENJOY!

If it wasn't painfully obvious to the sportsfans at home, the next one to go is mister Raoul Duke. Led out of the perfect Olympic pasture, Raoul was sent to an isolation room and had to sit through repeat screenings of Meg Ryan movies until he expired. It didn't take long--come on, it's Meg Ryan.

Dingdingding! Congrats, fellas! Raoul was a wolf! Even better, he was the wolf's detective! So no more snooping!

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Welcome to Day Fourteen


The snow's almost melted away, yay! The McDonald's cleanup is done, yay! That means you can finally go inside and pick at the remains of the buffet. Yay! What a great day!


E...xcept for the bodies. Pounded into the walkway leading to McDonalds and dented with segway tracks is the body of sheep detective Kiryu. Aw, snap. But that's not all.

Smashed against the air conditioning unit of the building is the grumpy sheep Renji. Oh, no!


Even so, the game goes on! I believe this is the closest down to the wire we've ever been. FIGHT ON, SHEEP. MAKE YOUR VOTE COUNT!

GHOSTS AND SPECTATORS, PLACE YOUR BETS! WHO'S GONNA WIN IT OUT AT THE END??

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Raoul, Kiryu, and Renji are out. Courier!

( THE FLOCK )

A lot of the voting still managed to be tight on that twelfth day. By one extra vote, Shockwave was next to go. Led out of the perfect Olympic Pasture to a billboard-making factory where all of the billboards were written in giant, bold comic sans. This font-affront is a very emotionally damaging thing, and our courier-inclined bot embraced sweet death by being crushed under the weight of a hundred billboards falling in a segway-induced accident.

Shockwave was a very bored sheep, but at least he's gotten his wish for his font back!



Welcome to Day Thirteen


Still no food. Shockwave was inedible, what with that...glowy-heaty power. Nobody wants botcancera So, try to scavage what you can, and hey. Maybe pick up some wolfish tendencies! There's plenty of meet to be had in that respect.

Just take a stroll down to the bobsled track and you'll find the sheepy bodies of Rachel Grey and Ruka streaked all the way to the bottom. Perhaps you can lick some chunks off the track for nourishment. There are no bobsleds to ride, only segways.

And, somehow, the game goes on! FIGHT ON, YE SURVIVING SHEEP. FIGHT ON.

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Shockwave, Rachel, and Ruka are out! You know the drill!


( THE FLOCK )

As the numbers dwindle faster and faster, so do votes, but we still had enough to seal the fate of tiny little Link. Led out of the perfect Olympic pasture and out to sea, Link was on his way back to Japanaland when earthquake number 458972389432 this past few weeks decided to hit somewhere in the middle of the ocean and caused the earth below the water rise up and skewer the boat. One of those freaky 2012-ish things with really killer effects. Everybody died (just Link; the crew was robots and silly ROBOTS DON'T HAVE SOULS).

But pat yourselves on the back, flock! Link was a wolf!



Welcome to Day Twelve

The sun's out in force, and the snow's starting to recede. McDonald's is almost done with the cleanup, but still off-limits. No food in two days. How 'bout dem apples.

Hanging by his scarf from the wire of the ski-life is the half-eaten, all-bludgeoned body of magical wolf Remus. Twilight books and segways litter the scene just around him, weirdly enough. Maybe he was team Jacob? Zing.

Two wolves in one round! Maybe there's hope left! VOTE ON, FLOCK, VOTE ON.

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Link! Remus! Courier font!


( THE FLOCK )

Next on the chopping block, as per the dwindling votes is nicotine-addicted Saitou. Led out of the perfect Olympic pasture, he was sent to a cold, empty room where that Lazy Town cake song was played on loop until he went crazy and would've died had the room not just collapsed on him and spared him the honor of ritual suicide.

Huh. Anywho! Saitou was a sheep. Oops.



Welcome to Day Eleven


The temperature's slowly starting to climb! Nothing's really melting all that fast, but at least it's not accumulating anymore, right? Though the McDonalds is still closed. That mess was big, and since nobody was helping...No buffet table for you! Go eat snow.

By the way, keep away from the vending machines. Sheep Santo and sheep Rikku've been mangled and pulverized into little bitty polygonal granite pieces! And I swear that Elle had nothing to do with the selection of this turnout.

The numbers are dwindling, sheep! Don't lose faith! FIGHT ON!

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Saitou, Santo and Rikku are out! Courier!


( THE FLOCK, OR THE FOCK IF YOU'RE DRINKING COLD MEDICINE )

As the flock numbers dwindle, so do the votes. Even still, the show must go on! And go on it does, as Bakura is next up to the chopping block (and the multitude of green ghosts cheer and chew their ghost popcorn). He is slowly papercut to death by playing cards, drained, stuffed, and shipped to a really creepy Yugioh fangirl.

Bakura was a wolf! Nice job, you guys!


Welcome to Day Ten


Temperatures drop once again and the snow gets a bit difficult to trudge through. Careful of the ice! It's everywhere. Hopefully you're all making use of your complimentary snowshoes. Because if you dont' NO MORE FREE STUFF.

Unfortunately for the remainder of you still alive, the McDonalds has once again been put off-limits. Why? Because of the carnage inside that wrecked a majority of the facility! It's written all over the walls and windows. Body parts from the four sheep Ashton, Luffy, Suzie, and Jono are smeared all over the place. Broken segways litter the floor and kitchen.

Be careful, little sheepies! The numbers are dropping faster and faster!

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Bakura, Ashton, Luffy, Suzie, and Jono are out! Time to go ghost!

( THE FLOCK )

After some close voting, Trowa was next to go. Led out of the perfect Olympian pasture, the wingboy was sent as wingman to Rod Stewart at an Indonesian karaoke club. He died a slow and painful braindeath and will continue to decay in that room until somebody notices.

Trowa was a sheep!



Welcome to Day Nine


The snow finally stopped! But the chill remains. There's a bit of drizzle now and then, particularly over the grumpier characters (even indoors, don't ask how). The supply truck has finally rolled in, too! A fresh supply of Sprite and uncooked McNuggets now grace the buffet table with Takayajerky and Normannuggets. Enjoy them!

Remember the giant segway crater? Well, it looks like one more body's been added to the collection. Rather, what's left of it. Hideous sheep Lust is there, her skin clawed and torn, as if attempting to rip off that damn dress to no avail and left for dead. Maybe she can meet her broken giant segway love on the other side. Or maybe she'll just troll y'all in ghost mode.


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Trowa and Lust are out! You know the drill!

( THE FLOCK )

A sparse voting day--well, the weather was rather inconvenient, wasn't it? In any case, there was little competition. Misty was next to go. Led out of the perfect Olympic pasture, Misty was sent to the meat-packing plant, chopped up, and given as food rations for Led Zeppelin's annual band camping trip (THERE IS ANOTHER BAD GAG IN HERE GUESS IT AND WIN).

Misty was a sheep.



Welcome to Day Eight



The snow has let up just a bit, but it's still coming down. 9 inches have fallen overnight, adequately covering Dr. Horrible's corpse under the broken firing barrels, but thanks to little Link's shoveling efforts, it's possible to get in and out of the Olympic village buildings well enough. Zero's Segway garage is partially open--go and get your complimentary snowshoes and ice scrapers!

This would be really awesome if it weren't for the virtual bloodbath that one will find in the middle of town. There's even a large crater and avalanche snow covering the broken king-size segway (spawn of GiantSegwaychan) that may have caused the carnage.

Amidst the mass of rendered, flattened, and altogether tenderized remains, one will find not one, but four bodies.

Fashionably-challenged sheep the Pro's arms, legs, and hideous outfit are identifiable, right at the bottom of the crater.
Angelic sheep Tyrael's angelic cloak is all that remains, fluttering sadly draped over a ssegway handle.
Dinky adorable sheep Mew's disfigured body is missing several important organs and seems to be doing its best impression of the Operation game.
Lastly, in what looks like an effort to get away from the impact point, the wolf SOUNDWAVE has been smashed under the oversized segway's wheel. Humorous body-shaped crater and all.

At least the strange incident seems to have offed one of your enemies, right? But y'all best be careful.

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Misty, Pro, Tyrael, Mew, and Soundwave are out. Let the Courier be with you!


( THE FLOCK )

With shit gettin' real and folks tryin' to take care of bidness, votes tallied revealed Koltira was next to the chopping block. Led out of the perfect Olympic pasture and kicked into a volcano, the roasty, toasty remains now sit at the end of the McNugget/Normannugget/Takayajerky buffet table.

Koltira was a sheep. GOOD JOB GUISE.


Welcome to Day Seven


The snow is falling harder now, and it's really starting to pile up. People that were indoors are going to find it difficult to get out, and vice versa. There's some firing barrels scattered around for those of you who are now forced to get warmth like hobos.

Just look out for the pile of busted barrels and segways where horrible sheep Dr. Horrible lay. He's all there, alright. Except for his head. Weird. At least the snow will bury him up right quick.

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Koltira and Dr. Horrible are out. IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-D-COURIER.

( THE FLOCK )

Somehow the 800 million billion earthquakes we've had this week messed with the schedule! Just kidding Elle had late class.

In any case, the day five voting has spoken, and Norman Osborn was next to go. Lead out in a calm and orderly manner, his head was then shaved and given as a gift to Bruce Willis. The rest of him was hacked up to replenish the food table, so now there are NormanNuggets at the buffet. They taste like ambition.

Norman was a sheep. A very oddly-groomed sheep.



Welcome to Day Six


Despite spring being almost on its way, Canada isn't letting go of winter just yet in the perfect Olympic pasture. Thick, fluffy snow is falling at a constant rate, and it's guestimated that 50 feet of snow will fall (but it'll probably be just like 5 inches). The ski lift is in operation and you are allowed to go play! Just be careful of the new, bloody speedbump on the bunny hill.

Angry sheep Jason's body was discarded with just a few lethal bites. Apparently he doesn't taste good.

Welp, there goes the chance for more emergency supplies.

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Normie and Jason are out! Get down with yo' ghosty selves!


( THE FLOCK )