Two werewolves peek across a courtyard. Three other factions lie in wait, one along each wall. The junior werewolf points to one of them.  

Senior Werewolf: Be careful, the witches can curse you from a distance and the vampires can rush over in a heartbeat.

Junior Werewolf: What’s that faction’s unique power?

Senior Werewolf: The humans? They have guns.

Junior Werewolf: But… couldn’t we also use guns?

Senior Werewolf: No.

Junior Werewolf: Right, it’s because combustion is incompatible with magic, and our hearing is sensitive to loud noises, and also our goddess forbids their use.

Senior Werewolf: No, the humans called dibs on them. 

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