[Advanced] Bloodlust Mafia Game Over!

[cosmicpanda]

He's been bulldogging a little too much on me, and I just can't get past the gut feeling that it's a mafia looking to take out a vulnerable townie, rather than a townie thinking I look pingy.

 

Seriously. "He's been" implies I'm still doing it. "Vulnerable townie" implies that I'm scummy simply because I'm picking on him, despite the fact that he's not confirmed: Turin's admission that BG's viewings don't include alignment proves this. Perhaps I should resume bulldogging. 

[michellem]

*gives Panda a showel* Just to help you dig yourself even deeper in that hole you're working on.

[cosmicpanda]

You're seriously okay with Turin's claim? 

[Turin Turambar]

I have to say, I'm surprised by the apparent surge in people who think I'm scum. I did answer Ishy's case, but nobody has rebutted anything that I said, so I think there are a lot of people looking for an easy lynch. I think my activity has been mentioned: I was active on days one and two, and then I went away on holiday. Those of you who are facebook friends with me will be able to see the photos. Then I came back and read AMoL. Now I'm back. I did miss the Lenlo lynch because of this activity. I stated why I was reluctant to join the Cloud lynch. The fact that Mish and Tress are jumping on Ishy's case despite my rebuttal makes me suspicious of them. Tress did a lot of buddying up to Ishy.  

 

About Smiley, I think it's awfully convenient that he only now comes up with the information that he's an impervious doctor. If he is, that does imply that there is a lot of recruiting going on in the game, and so he should be siding with me on that point. 

 

Ithi's case on me based on my missing the word 'if' is weak. Here is the original sentence: 'It wouldn't surprise me she was on a team that recruited JLM.' It actually doesn't make sense unless there is an 'if' in there, since the verb 'would' requires it: 'It wouldn't surprise me if she was on a team that recruited JLM.' In any case, the verb 'would' is never used to express statements of fact anyway, except perhaps things that the author knows will happen in the future, which is not the case here; therefore her statement that I say this right out and am therefore scum is extremely suspect and based on twisting of words of the worst kind. 

 

Turin's claim gives me serious heeby-jeebies. I don't buy the idea that he could be third-party but is no longer. Are you listening to this guy? He says that he could assume another player's role, and says that until he did that he would be considered third party. He admits killing Des. Is he the poisoner? He doesn't say what happens to his alignment after absorbing that player's role. Lynch him ASAP. 

 

For now, vote: Turin. 

First paragraph: Tress has stated that she busses like a pro. I think she is mafia but that doesn't mean you are town.

 

Second Paragraph: Casting doubt on the uncc'ed doc who is most likely Van Helsing himself. You are showing your hand I think. Why should he have put forth that he was also unrecruitable. I could also see how he could misunderstand the word Impervious.

 

Third Paragraph: your concentrating on the verbage. This is some evidence of the "Lawyerspeak" I referred to earlier. There is more  in your D1 posts.

 

Fourth paragraph: here is the mafiscum page on Amnesiac It clearly states that once I chose my role I am on the team that role was originally assigned to. On day three I became part of the town. I could only have become town because at that point in time there were NO DEAD MAFIA. I clearly stated that I killed Despo, also on D3. He did not die of poison but from being stabbed. He would have died from poison eventually it appears. But I killed him with my Vig shot before he could succumb. Despo's death scene clearly states that he was killed with a knife. No one else has come forward to say they killed him.

 

You really should know better. Maybe Tress is more important and you are stepping in front of the bus for her or maybe YOU are the cult leader that you have been talking about. I could easily see that you attempted to recruit me N1 thinking I had signaled like I was a symp or recruitable. Which failed. Then you tried when JLM had to claim Doc. Failed again. Then tried and succeeded with Red. There could be another one out there still. Maybe Basel, since he has now been viewed twice and showed clean.

[cosmicpanda]

For crying out loud, Ithi's whole thing is based on my use of the word 'if'. You can't take my rebuttal of that as 'verbiage'.

 

Okay, I accept the existence of the amnesiac role. Even if you do have it, why should we accept that you used it as you say you did? You could easily be lying - taking over Cloud or Lenlo's position and then pretending that you took over Basel's would be a cunning way to use it.

[michellem]

Because his story with killing Des adds up, Panda.

[Turin Turambar]

The fall was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  It was as if he had been in a dream, as if his life had been taken away by some mad group.  But it was not so.  Within moments the truth became clear to him, his life to this point had been a sham.  He could remember it all, everything was clear.  Cracking a smile the man ran to rejoin the group and take down those vampire bastards once and for all.

 

Dear lord, he had a headache.

 

I posted this as well as all the scenes Darthe has on page one. Every other scene was from a lynch, or the end of night or a replacement. This is when I assumed Rand's role and became part of the town. Below it are my thoughts at that time. Notice what I had to say about Rand viewing Basel, my doubts on Basel and my concerns about Despo and Cosmic. I voted LZM first but changed to Despo when Darthe announced that LZM was being replaced. Also notice the bold. It is my way of announcing that this scene applies to me.

 

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The fall was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  It was as if he had been in a dream, as if his life had been taken away by some mad group.  But it was not so.  Within moments the truth became clear to him, his life to this point had been a sham.  He could remember it all, everything was clear.  Cracking a smile the man ran to rejoin the group and take down those vampire bastards once and for all.

 

Dear lord, he had a headache.

 

 

 

Just finished my reread for the day and these are some of my thoughts:

 

I don't believe that Rand used his view before he died. I believe there is fair reason to vote Basel without it. He has budddied up to me quite a bit. Repeating my words even to the point of questioning Mynd on his ongoing misinfomation campaign. He has seemed to me from the start trying to appear obviously town which leads me to believe he may indeed be hiding something.

 

Cosmic I became more suspicious of as I read for his attempt to explain away and difuse situations. I am not explaining this right but it came across as a bunch of "lawyer talk". I'll have to come back to this.

 

LZM, why hasn't he been replaced? he has contributed nothing so far this game. in every game I have seen him be mafia he has been very lurky.

 

JLM, didn't like the defending then trying to say it wasn't defending D1 then the vote on Mynd when most had moved on. The attempted justification of a consolidation vote doesn't sit well either. 

 

Mynd and Ishy, the scummiest mason team ever, if they are. most of their posts were misinformation in Mynd's case and calling people scummy in one manner or another in Ishy's case with little evidence to support the charges.

 

BG, I'm gonna guess he had a one time view like rand and used it on one of the two. That seems to make the most sense. This is a total guess on my part but I am of the opinion that the main characters (slayers) are going to be JoaTs and the support (sidekicks) are going to be vanilla. If I am corect then BG is town and then the masons are too.

 

Kae, really didn't like that she failed to put a vote out before going away for the weekend. Some of her other interactions re the Mynd issue were troubling to me also.

 

Kaylee, She also followed after me a bit which makes me nervous.

 

Lenlo, I have nothing on him other than the late votes on Mynd and then on Rand. Both "consolidation" votes??? dunno

 

Dice, Nothing original that I can recall.

 

Cloud, Has pinged a bit with the whole asking for information which IMO would have required a claim from any investigators available. It would be truly hilarious if the masons framed a guilty man.

 

Mish,  I never bought the defending a temmate thing. I don't know Mish as well as some on here but I have seen a certain sense of right and wrong that drives her. Having said that I am going to say that the early bashing has left me blind in regard to her.

 

some thoughts are more than others. some are just feelings. My current guess for mafia is:

 

LZM

JLM

Basel

Kae

 

with the possible inclusion of the "poisoned" BG and Despo. I do have a question for the both of you, was there anything in your PM that would indicate that you were "at risk" of recruitment?(that is a paraphrase)

 

right now I am going to vote LZM because I am guessing he must be more active on his QT than in thread or he would have been replaced by now.

 

Dang that was a long post. I think I gave myself a headache.

[Basel Gill]

Vote Pandy.

[michellem]

Well, that seals it. I never understood at the time what the scene was connected to and then I forgot about it >.< but it all makes sense.

 

unvote vote Panda

 

*waits for Panda to go "Oooooh I see now Turin I don't doubt you at all sorry bout that!" *

[Turin Turambar]

 

Transylvania, 1464

 

The little bar was more of a shack than a real establishment.  The parchment said only to meet here and that the rest would come.  How was it that his presence here was known?  In the corner someone crooked a single finger and drew him over.  He sat, a meter from the hooded figure and was surprised by a female voice emerging across from him.  Her accent was thick.

 

"It is said that men are the top of the food chain, the leaders of the world.  They always have been.  God willed it to be so.  But what if I told you that there was a monster out there, one who served no God but his own hunger?  

 

"Ah, I can see it in your eyes.  You have heard of him, no?  Yes, I thought you might.  He creeps through the night, preying on those unsuspecting fools who dare roam his domain.  His name is known from London to Asia.  You may not believe the legends involving our Count but I tell you now he is the Vampiir.  We have no hope except in the afterlife, had none at least, until you showed up; your name almost as much a legend as his own.  So, what says you?  Will you help us fight, or will you run and perish like the others?"

 

Her own eyes caught a glimmer in the light, glowed with the feverish desire to see this through.  He knew his answer.

 

"I would be honored my lady."

 

"Thank you, Van Helsing."

 

 

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Castle Dracul, 2012

 

 

"You know," he leaned over the bar to grab a scotch, "it has been over half a millennia since I told that old gypsy woman that I would help her.  I have learned much since then.  I'll show you if you follow me." His head jerked towards a more private corner, grin shedding light on his meaning.

 

"Well, that is very fascinating Mr. Helsing but I only come to this freak show to  kill Dracula.  Nothing else matters."  Her voice held a definite chill.  She took her drink and waltzed away.

 

A dark skinned man sauntered over, his head shaved and dressed mostly in leather.  Van knew him on sight, the famous hunter of his own species.

 

"Man she burnt you!" He chuckled.  "What an ass though, am I right?"

 

"Indeed you are, Mr.. Brooks is it?"

 

"People call me Blade, let's not get into it.  What do you think of the locale?"  Each took a sip and looked around.  The most famous hunters in the world stood there.  Each wanted the legendary Vlad the Impaler, malicious even before his deal with Satan, on a stake.  Their was glory and fame in such a kill and the count had been most welcoming so far.  They stood in his castle, drank his liqueur and ate his food at his invitation.  Of course it was a trap and nonetheless all had come.  After all, they needed to know his plans if they were to kill him.

 

To Van Helsing's eyes Dracula was too confident by half. 

 

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He scrambled down the halls, ragged breath visible in the cold.  The group had been split, all four of them separated and chased down.  As he made it back to the main chamber he saw that two of the others were there.  Where was the good Doctor though?  The group shouted at him, pulled his arm and shook him.  Where was Doctor Frankenstein?  Where was he?  No one knew.  He told them, when the Vampires attacked them he thought the doctor got away clean.  If anything, it had appeared that the one bitten was... no that couldn't be right, there he stood, seemingly well.  It was chaos.

 

 He needed a drink.  When someone handed him a bourbon he realized that he had said so aloud.  He drank a sip.  Poison.  Too late he realized.  It was too late.  He could not even tell who had passed him the glass.  This had been a dreadful night.

 

Twenty minutes later the shell of Doctor Frankenstein's body was found slumped in a nearby hallway, drained of all blood.

 

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Jonathan Harker strove to be more, to be the best of them all.  He had been one of the first to discover Dracula's cruel secret.  Yet the group turned on him.  Suspicions could make the best of men into something they were not, a fact he knew all too well.  His words would not appease them and within moments he was lifted and thrown off one of the many opulent balconies of Castle Dracul.

 

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Even in death she was a beauty.  It was a pity really.  Dracula held her in his arms and could not help but feel that something had been lost in the world.  He took the last drop of her blood.  Ms. Summers had been quite the woman, even getting the best of him once.  That would never happen again.  By the time the sun rose and the group found her laid against a plinth he was long gone, resting once more in the inner sanctum of his hold, waiting for night. 

 

One of the group began to wretch and another fell over, weakened suddenly.  He found a small scratch on his shoulder but could not place the one who had given it to him.

 

They were becoming desperate.

 

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The fall was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  It was as if he had been in a dream, as if his life had been taken away by some mad group.  But it was not so.  Within moments the truth became clear to him, his life to this point had been a sham.  He could remember it all, everything was clear.  Cracking a smile the man ran to rejoin the group and take down those vampire bastards once and for all.

 

Dear lord, he had a headache.

 

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She strode through the double doors with her shoulders hunched forward, her feet almost in a march.

 

"Did you know she had a twin," he whispered, "because I didn't at all!" 

 

Their eyes watched her stride across the hall to her duplicate, amused.

 

Doctor Helsing smirked, "Two is better than one man, am I right?"

 

They began to argue, the new grabbing the arm of the other and gesturing at the doorway, slinging her head.

 

"Oh yeah.  Actually, if you squint this new one is much finer than the other one."

 

The one who had been before left in a storm, for all practical purposes replaced by the other finer model.

 

The men clicked glasses and took another shot.

 

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Peter was a sad man, plagued first by his own village and now by the burdens of knowing his death was imminent.  However, the manner of it was not nearly as he expected.  He ran down the path, pursuing one he was certain was evil, saw the tail of his coat rounding the corner.  Suddenly a panic hit him, the poison.  He had to act quickly, his limbs were rattling and his blood burned from the inside.  With effort he managed to get momentum and swung his body around the corner.  The man was gone!  

 

Peter panted, knowing he may have lost his final chance, and that was when the one tailing him slid his blade into Peter's ribs.  

 

"Call it mercy, my friend."

 

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He was a servant of the Lord's of the castle, no more.  Their work was his work, a most trusted advisee.  He was to watch them, to clean and prepare their bodies, and to dispose of them when the masters were done.  It was not an easy job with the number of deaths lately, but he could not complain. Work was fruitful...

 

 

...Somewhere else in the castle a quite determined and dignified woman was, for lack of a better word, snooping.  She stomped through, looking for anything that might protect this group.  Some had tried to leave the night before.  At the gates they found the body of that one woman's lesser twin, ripped apart and broken.  It had been a sad night, but more importantly it had been a warning.  In this castle you entered through the gates and left by Dracula's will.  They still didn't know why they had been invited even!

 

The woman had all of this on her mind right up until she saw it.  The beautiful Sapphire ornament was placed on it's own pedestal in an alcove with nothing else.  So important, but why?  She was drawn to it, pulled to feel it.  

 

She reached her hand out, her finger slid down, the tip pricked her.

 

In an instant she was changed.  She knew not how, but knew that she always could have been this person.  Perhaps should have been.  Everything felt so alive.  With renewed vigor the woman ran to rejoin the group and share what had happened.  

 

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"DO YOU FOOLS KNOW WHO I AM?" His voice thundered through the castle, an unnatural boom shaking the very walls!  "I am the progenitor of them all.  You shall not take me."

 

The man, a handsome and well respected lord, lifted his cloak like a shroud.  When it dropped something far less was left in its place.  The creatures maw was a mass of jagged teeth, it's skin grey and cracked, the faintest hint of blues and purples could be seen through it's skin, outlines of muscled ropy flesh and veins beneath.  It was a bat-like demon, come straight from hell.  The creature snarled once and swiped at the priest approaching with stake in hand.  The man backed away and it crouched, wings lifted like a veil, prepared to lunge away, frozen in one instant.  At least, that is how I choose to remember him.

 

Her scarlet voice was so sweet as she asked "Well what happened next Mr. Helsing?", eyes shone through with pleasure.

 

Van Helsing gave a small chuckle, "The vampire flapped once and lifted itself to a high balcony, far above the rest.  He thought he would be safe there.  Unfortunately for him I was standing on that exact balcony, waiting with a stake of silver, the tip basted in my own mixture of garlic, holy water, and lemon."

 

"Lemon?"

 

"Purely for flavor doll." 

 

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They feared the night, questioned the darkness and the mysteries that it held, hid from them.  He did not.  Perhaps he should have.  The man had little time though, his watch said so.  He checked it fervently, every few seconds looking down as if afraid that time would run away from him.  And it did.  His first step into the interior burial chamber triggered yet another magic, this time a blue fire that washed through the room.  The man noted this only just before it took him.  Muscles began to twitch through his arm, brain saying to shield his face.  His arms screamed to move faster than the flame, to shift.  An inch, a fraction, movement towards salvation.  It did not come.  The flames engulfed him and then... nothing.  The man blinked, his arms halting mid voyage, and questioned what had happened?  And then he realized.  He felt younger, reinvigorated.  Yet he was no longer in the burial chamber but instead in the keep, surrounded by the others again.  It was so.. foreign feeling.  When he went back, the chamber was gone.  Replaced by a simple brick wall.

 

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"I won't miss the next lynch," she swore, "I was just peeking about!  Trying to find clues before nightfall, trying to determine who here is fiendish."

 

Her head held high, Elizabeth Forbes stormed out to hunt on her own.  Leave her from the decisions would they?  They always wanted to put her on the sides, to let that damnable Van Helsing hold all of the glory.  Well, despite her upbringing she was going to find a vampire and she was going to kill it.  Nothing would stop her.  As Elizabeth stomped down a corridor she noted that the place could use a good dusting.  Hmph.  Suddenly a little man stood before her.  There was no warning, no footsteps, smell, or otherwise.  He was simply there with a gap toothed smile and clothing far too lavish for his face or stature.

 

Elizabeth's lip curled, whoever this peasant was he was no vampire.  The little man bowed to her and stepped aside, allowing her passage as one should with a little bow.  

 

It was as she pulled her skirt over to avoid brushing the wretch that he moved.  She caught the motion from the corner of her eye, a blur too fast for interpretation, and the blade was in her.

 

The corridor grew dim and the final words Elizabeth heard were "The Count sends his regards" spat into her ear.

 

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The crippled form fell, arms swinging wildly at the air as if to sprout wings and catch itself.  Of course, that wouldn't happen for Igor was no vampire.  He served the will of his master only.  Igor's head bounced off the stone when he hit the ground and took his breath, the final breath of his life.  A stake protruded from his chest, silver oxide lined wood glimmering in the fading light of the evening.

 

Five minutes earlier

 

Everything had been going well for the man, his form mostly ignored as he remained cloaked, stayed to the shadows.  It was when he began to speak that he had given himself away.  Blade, the poor fool, was not doing so well.  He had began to cough blood, a fact that excited Igor into little occasional giggles.  He stood out, he knew it, but he couldn't stop chuckling as they watched the hunter of hunters struggle to fight the toxins spreading through his body.  Not even the good doctor would have been able and prevent this, it was his own recipe.  Bat guano, mercury, sulfer oxide, the venom of a rare spider only found in the fire swamps, and lemon juice.  Blade began to shake and they laid him on a stone table.  He was unable to talk.  It wouldn't be long now. 

 

Igor couldn't help it, the giggling began to get louder.  The room suddenly became very quiet.  Igor was no longer laughing. Everyone was staring at him.  They knew.  One grabbed at him, but she was too small.  He wrenched his arm free and began to run.  Another was barreled though, his strength taking them by surprise.  Igor made it as far as the door before he felt it.  The stake split through his rib cage, protruding out of his chest several inches.  He was more stunned than pained by this fact.  The little man took a few more stunted steps and turned to see his killer.  Blade stood, his crossbow outstretched in one arm, a picture of deathly cool intent transferred into a single action.  Each man caught the other's eyes for one moment and fell.

 

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"Darren wrote books for a living.  The books glorified him, built him as the head of an entire coven of Vampires, the good guys of his tale.  And so, to us, he was.  Regardless of our feelings of the night we cannot deny that this man, this wonderful man, did more than most in the hunt for Dracula.  He only wanted to be, just as the rest of us.  Take solace in that people and let the lord ever guide you."

 

Van Helsing's voice held the perfect note of solemnety for the occasion.  He stood in the rain, his black leather coat hanging to his knees as it shed water into the grave.  They had asked him to speak for this occasion, the foremost hunter giving a final honor to one who had overcome his own dark nature.  What else could he do after such a night?  His own best friend had broken down completely upon seeing the corpse, not laid neatly in the hallway as before but instead brutalized, drained, and then staked through the chest and left for them to find in the bathroom.

 

He whispered to himself,  "This sickness will destroy us all.  What sort of vampire drains the blood of it's own kind?"

 

People began to shuffle back inside as the body was lowered, ropes holding it in place pulling marks into the grass at the corner of the fresh dug earth.  In minutes the hunter was standing on his own, looking down at the hastily wrapped figure with a grimace.

 

"Requiescat in Pace Venator Daemonum Noctus"

 

Blue is when I became a JOAT (1 shot VIG/ 1 shot cop)

Green is when I killed Despo. Read it again. Despo did not die from poison. There was an entire discussion about it. Cloud was the one that was arguing about paralysis.

 

 

Baddies:

Tress

Panda

Red?

Basel?

 

If all of them are on one team then this is the last chance we have.

 

One of the things that Ishy pointed out about Pandy was that he made a big case up in hopes of deflecting from Cloud's lynch. Red did the same thing with her "caase" on me. She didn't even wait to read the entire thread. Perhaps it was because they told her on the new QT that it needed to be done. Basel has been sitting wrong all game and that Pandy is "bulldogging" him which I honestly didn't really see. Looks like a ploy for when Pandy flips Mafia. Also it was Rand's role I assumed not Basel's as Basel is still alive.

[Turin Turambar]

Two things I really need to do this morning before I leave for work.

 

1) @ Kaylee:  What do you think of my play this game so far?  Do you think I'm mafia or town?

 

2) Vote Panda

 

 

 

From Tress in the BT just now

 

Posted Today, 09:09 AM

"I'll Wombat you until you can't see straight."

 

 

Are you texting and driving? Care to actually give some reasons for voting Pandy

 

 

Ahh, Turin. I didn't say I was leaving right then. After I posted in the BT I had to rush to get ready for work, then I was driving.

 

Break is almost over. I'll try to peek in on my lunch.

 

For now I'll wait on giving any reasons or thoughts. I do want Kaylee to answer my question when she gets a chance, and then I may have a few more things to say.

 

I would ask a favor. Those of you who are town, please do not let the mafia hammer me before I have a chance to claim. They know I am not one of them, and if they think they can get me out of the way they very well may pile on under the guise of lynching my super scummy arse.

I am thinking that if you had time 15 minutes later to make a fluff post in the BT, you had time to give more of an explanation of why you were voting Panda. Why do you need to wait for Kaylee to answer your question before giving reasons for making a vote? that just doesn't make any sense to me.

 

I think that you are not in any danger of being lynched at the moment but would certainly like to hear what you offer the town. It is getting late and there are two very large targets for the mafia to kill. So if you have a role and/or some information then by all means please come forward.

[Songstress]

I understand what you want, and there's a reason you won't be getting it.

[Turin Turambar]

Well the truth might set you free.

 

Anyway Tress who aside from Pandy do you think is mafia? Do you think there are people that have been turned/recruited?

[Songstress]

I'm waiting on an answer to my question before I firm that up.

 

Thinking Red is the most likely to have been recruited.

[Turin Turambar]

Well tell her to get that cute tyke to sleep and get on and answer your questions already. I got a book to read and mafia to catch.

 

 

Darthe, any chance for a current VC?

[Kaylee]

My main suspicion atm is Panda. Mostly for the case made against him. Panda: Cloud was the poisoner, it was written in his coroner report. Are you missing stuff on purpose, skimming, or what?

 

I expect that there is recruitment due to the theme. Saying that I can understand the suspicion on Red. Mish I was very unsure of, but I get a town feel from her now. Ithi and Turin I’m unsure of. Smiley is still and unCC’d Doc and hoping hasn’t been recruited.

 

That brings me to Tress’s question. I don’t understand it tbh. Why is it so important that I respond? I find that suspicious. At the beginning of you replacing in I wondered if you were playing careful, maybe a power role of some sort. But with your recent posts and lack of casings I’m leaning more toward anti-town on you.

[Songstress]

Care to solidify that with a vote?

[Kaylee]

That's all you have to say? Now i know your up to something, the question is if it's mafia related or not.

[Songstress]

I want to know if you plan to act  on your suspicion of Panda or vote me, or what.

[Kaylee]

Unofficial Vote Count

 

Red (1) Ithi

 

Tress (1) Turin

 

Panda (3) Tress, Basel, Mish

 

Turin (1) Panda

 

With 9 alive it takes 5 to lynch

[Kaylee]

Vote Tress

 

I'd be ok switching my vote if necessary, but I shake the feeling that you're up to something.

[Songstress]

Whatever you think it is, I'm 99% certain that you're wrong.

[Smiley73]

vote Panda

 

I've noticed final defence before a lynch can be rather indicative of a flip, Panda's been bouncing up all sorts of ideas, been getting blocked and then tracking back on something else, so far I've seen that behaviour in this game with Cloud and in another recently with Tress, both flipped mafia, 

[Kaylee]

Tress: I'm not convinced. Besides, what happened to giving more thoughts after your question was answered? I answered your question. Waiting on another?

[Smiley73]

 

 

 

 

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The fall was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  It was as if he had been in a dream, as if his life had been taken away by some mad group.  But it was not so.  Within moments the truth became clear to him, his life to this point had been a sham.  He could remember it all, everything was clear.  Cracking a smile the man ran to rejoin the group and take down those vampire bastards once and for all.

 

Dear lord, he had a headache.

 

Dang that was a long post. I think I gave myself a headache.

 

how sly of you,