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Thorum has bowed out. So Meesh has taken his place, lol (you will find out her other death later, lol)

 

I will discount Thorum's vote. So Meesh is not voting for Wombat!

 

 

Day 2 Vote

 

Wombat (1): Song

Tynaal (1): Wombat

 

It take 10 to lynch. Day ends Thursday 16th 8pm GMT (+5 EST)

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*Because I do have more time at the moment, I should post other thoughts too.

 

I didn't find anything particularly scummy about anything Tynaal said. I don't think it's scummy that Wombat jumped all over Tynaal; he could be scum trying to twist the words of a townie but he could also just be looking for anything that might be something to go on.

 

Sorry, not much help, I know, but those are my thoughts thus far. Will do a reread of the thread and see if I see anything else I should say something about.

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On a side note, I can't believe how scummy Locke is acting right now. It really blows my mind. We all k ow that locke is one of the great talkers on these boards and yet we go days without a word from him? I don't think so. My vote for today goes to Krak for much the same reason. I have my eye on you Locke.

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On a side note, I can't believe how scummy Locke is acting right now. It really blows my mind. We all k ow that locke is one of the great talkers on these boards and yet we go days without a word from him? I don't think so. My vote for today goes to Krak for much the same reason. I have my eye on you Locke.

 

That looks like a look for reaction post unless I miss my guess by far.

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Oh you're one to talk. You are so scummy it's dripping out of your hair. Would you like a towel for that, sir, or shall we bottle it to do some cooking later? I hear scum pies are all the rage in your circles. PersonLly o prefer a sharp cheddar to scum. I cant get enough of that golden goodness.

 

Hey Meesh, what would you do for a Klondike bar?

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Don't pretend you don't know what's happening, Locke. The more you talk the more suspicious you look. You might as well give it up right now and save us all the trouble.

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Here's the question - what is the point of the PR? I have pretended to give PRs to teammates. I have been on teams where the person being attacked by a PR (in this case, Locke) was mafia but looked terribly innocent for being attacked. Those things all worked - the first time. I wouldn't put it past Aemon to copycat them, but I don't know. What do the rest of you think?

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Wombat I definitely knew what she meant. If you had been paying attention, she missed both votes and commented on missing them both. I don't like when people don't pay attention. Scum don't pay attention.

To the contrary, any halfway decent mafia member would be paying extra attention. This struck my radar.

 

I don't see anything wrong in how Wombat jumped onto what Tynaal said, it's totally within his range as a player IIRC, and I think misinterpretations are one if the easiest things that can happen in a mafia game. It's how you explain yourself that can really mess you up.

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