You consider this weird?

Take a trip to Israel. You'd be in for a wild ride....

On 7/12/2025 at 9:44 PM, Talya said:

*pounces* 
DICEEEEEEE!!!

How ya doin'?

*waves*

1 hour ago, Gabriel Kross said:

lol, it's not even new, it happened over 3 years ago and it's the name I had been using everywhere else for even longer

Hi EP

Nah, I'll pass. Not in a good place right now. 

9 hours ago, DPR said:

Maybe one more game… for old times’ sake. 
 

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Less rum during day phases. 

And night phases...

I honestly don't know what I would have done if marsh had been shot instead of me and I ended up at lylo.

To be completely honest, I created a discussion with marsh over the night phase cause it was the last unbiased discussion we were gonna have. Also I will admit that I was vocal on offing dice cause I kinda hoped it would lead to me getting nked xD  cause this lylo would have been sophie's choice. If I was kept alive I might have changed my mind.... but we'll never know lol  but like I said in the game, it's a loss I was willing to live with.

10 hours ago, peacesells said:

Guys, I followed that whole game from Day 2, skimmed day 1.   Was really fun to watch.  Ithi was an absolute beast.  Mentally hunting for 3rd party was a great way to keep her posts looking like town.  

Nyn...was very subtle.  Small posts, poking but always asking the right questions.  I had a scum read on her early because she wasn't making any declarative statements....just making remarks and asking questions.

Then later she would put a bow tie on that and give a real good read.   Funny how missing that night kill on her pretty much sealed up the game for scum though.  Hard to believe keeping a great player alive helps you win.

Probably important that just because someone is OBV town and talented, that their opinion is still an opinion.  

DPR and Verbal, more so DPR, are hard to just follow.  It's almost like they are talking in code half the time.  Hard to read if statements are sarcasm or real or towing that line so as to later be able to say which it was.  I had no clue on there alignment until very late.


 

 

I disagree personally.

Let it be said that my opinion was exactly that, my opinion. I didn't refute the option that I could be wrong. I never forced my opinion on anyone or tried to shove it down anyone's throat. Also unlike verb (lol) I really dont think I'm right all the time. I'm personally pretty pleased with my reads this game overall. It'll never be perfect otherwise it'll get boring.

Perfect example is that I really couldn't put heads or tails on reading heavy, ended up relying on players that had prior experience with him and we still ended up mislynching him. It's the risk you take when you rely on somone else's opinion *shrugs* but I'm not going to blame anyone for that.

I think there are a lot of factors that contributed to the scum win, not necessarily me being saved n1 that tipped the scales. My opinion of course.

Shame rand blocked the nk on me n1 xD

2 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

What's my excuse then? I'm not a woman

menopause?

Bed time

Ni ni

16 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

I just don't want to form a final opinion until I know if I'm alive in the morning.

FYI only death is final.

Maybe I'm doing a whole show atm and will change my mind if I survive? It's possible. Women can do that. Lol

But I'd like scum to sweat. 

Exchanging thoughts now is as unbiased as it's gonna get until day starts so... yeah

It's a shame rand didnt breadcrumb somehow who he protected n1. Because if it was me? Yeah, dice is full of it. Lol

1 minute ago, Ironeyes said:

Sorry to be constantly devil's advocate-ing you Nyn. I hope you can see my thought process here.

I'm looking at the whole game.

Key looked good for a long while deepwolfing. She was made.

I don't have a lot of experience with ithi. I do with dice. He looked off to me before his claim. Still looked bad after. Can't shake it. He spent most of the time questioning people disbelievong him. Didn't scumhunt much if at all.

Dice did a hail merry so as not to get lynched d1. But then the counterclaim never came.

Key spent an awful lot of energy to try to assert his claim. Poking subtly at him occassionly but always coming back to him being untouchable while cced. Still she made it clear that she believed him.

I also recall somone, probably dice, claiming that the person who claims a pr first is more to believed than the person who counterclaims. Which is bull. Plus implies he figured he would be cced later on.

Why didn't ed cc him? Why claim doc? Maybe cause dice is not actually cop and they knew the real cop is out there. Sc um obviously didn't shy away from claiming prs.

Bottom line... i rather lose to ithi than dice. Dice didn't play well this game.

1 minute ago, Ironeyes said:

Just to be devil's advocate, is it not plausible that the cop counterclaim plan was a recent idea? In my scenario above, it becomes possible for you to pull of the gambit Dice accuses you of because 1) you had achieved a strong town status and 2) Key was doomed.

 

Verb, I could see. He was unnervingly accurate about all the mislynches being town, to the point that I nearly tinfoiled on him for it. You, possibly as well. No way they thought I was cop though. I claimed vanilla immediately upon taking over Turin's slot and I don't see why my gameplay would convince the mafia otherwise. 

You claimed vt?

Must have missed it

Lol why??

2 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

The two scenarios I'm deciding between: 

1, Dice is mafia and Ithi is the cop. Dice claimed cop early to secure a mislynch, delay his death, and possibly out the real cop as a bonus. Ithi played it close to the vest. This explains why the strongman wasn't used on Dice immediately and why Dice claimed to be roleblocked constantly. What it doesn't explain is what the roleblocker was really doing the entire time, unless she holstered to keep up appearances. Seems like a waste of role potential. 

2, Ithi is mafia and Dice is the cop. Ithi successfully got herself town read by everyone quickly. Heading into D4, the writing was on the wall for Key and she decided to pull a Kivam-esque gambit to profit from the likely lynch using her deepwolf status. This doesn't explain why Dice was left alive N1 and N3 when the doc couldn't for sure save him. The best explanation is that his claim was in doubt and for some reason Verbal was more dangerous. I think I need to go back and find Verb's most recent reads on Ithi and Dice. 

We don't know that the roleblocker didnt use her N/A. Just that they didnt hit true if Ithi is being truthful. Maybe they thought the cop was in verb, you or me. Frankly ithi didn't cross my mind.

DPR thought verb was somehow transmitting cop vibes. Maybe he was roleblocked.

10 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

There are only two night actions left though, the kill and the peek. And we know the GF is the last scum so the peek is completely useless. I figured people would have their actions in like ten minutes after night fell.

 

I'm watching a travelogue of a guy who decided to travel the Thames from its source to the ocean without leaving the water. He started by wading through mud and has progressed to kayaking through London.

Deciding which of us to kill could be tricky lol  though it shouldn't be, really

10 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

Not much. My eyes kind of glaze over with all these posts of lots of quotes. You'd think I'd be better at reading complex documents after 3 years of law school but all I've gotten good at is identifying filler and skipping it (don't tell my professors).

 

Dice's frustration is very familiar. I know it's been years but I remember this. 

Could be frustrated cause he got made d1....  do you think it's indication of alignment somehow?

@Ironeyes any last thoughts to share?

Can we lynch dice? Got a busy week 

3 hours ago, keyholder21 said:

Rude! 😉

 

I know I wasn't here a lot, but I very much enjoyed having everyone back <3.

 

Oh yeah...Ah! Gag! Blech! I'm dead! 

Heh

We enjoyed you too.

RIP

Honestly this game was worth it just by having the pleasure of seeing verb and dpr die together like that. Very romantic. I knew those two could make it work.

Or am I?

Bwhahahaga 

See, my character happens to be a cop in a movie.

But I ain't the actual cop 😉 

On 4/23/2025 at 3:40 AM, Darthe said:

Compromised from the start.  The sentence hung in his head as the silence stretched.  

 

What the hell was he getting himself involved in?  Jacobs looked his perp over once more, his eyes finding new layers of detail in the mysterious man across from him.  Body turned towards the door, always ready for the threat.  Hands cuffed to the metal desk, but with all of the chain pulled to one side to give him a bit of slack if he needed to move, or to throw something.  A hidden weapon perhaps?  The blood-crusted, torn shirt he was wearing occasionally revealed a matching wound underneath, but despite his situation this fellow looked as nonchalant as if he were taking a walk in the park.  Jacobs wasn't sure if he really cared about his lost teammate or if it was all an act.  

 

He waved a hand over his head and a moment later the rookie walked in, staring at this guy like he was straight out of an action movie.  

 

"Hey rook, can you bring officer John and I a cup of coffee please?"  He hated using the kid like this, but there wasn’t time for anything else. He needed to stall for a break to collect his thoughts. Besides, he needed a second alone.  A stony-faced nod and the door closed again, leaving Jacobs and John in silence.  

 

"I heard about something like this once before," Jacobs started. "A team, elite team, brought together but someone else is pulling the strings.  Patient zero implies there are more to come, and I'm sure you wanna get into all of that, but before you go any further I gotta know something and I need you to be very clear in your answer.  Is this game over?"

 

John gave him a look-over as if he were seeing him for the first time.  He held that for only a moment before flicking his eyes towards the camera, subtly.  

 

"I got that covered.  The kid's loyal, the whole damn system's so old it's still recording on a VHS in the other room.  You're safe for now."

 

A nod, and John sat back in his chair again.  He seemed to relax a bit for the first time since he'd been brought in, taking a moment to stretch his muscles and even close his eyes.  Finally, he began to speak, a soft growl that could almost have been a whisper.  

 

"Sorry to say I don't think so.  Keep your eye out for a Falken, if you wanna stay alive.  I-" Light cut into the room as the door opened again, Jacoby obediently delivering two styrofoam cups, wisps of steam curling out of their tops. By the time Jacobs turned his head back, John was in his old position, rigid as ever.

 

Jacobs took a sip and blanched, the rookie'd brought him decaf.  John started back into his story.

 

"You can imagine the ride back was unpleasant.  We had almost nothing to go on but a clue and a prayer, and most of us didn't pray.  Our handler from the agency got to work tracking down the wargames reference and the team all found an opportunity to check in on their families.  While they took their turns at phone access on JBSA first class, I watched.  And so did Sprout."

 

"Sprout?" he asked.  "I need names John."

 

"I'll give you what I can here.  We all had codenames, industry standard, and some people never went by anything else in the years I knew them.  Mason went by Gaoler."  Jacobs nodded, taking what he could for now.  "So.  Sprout had noticed, maybe the same thing I had, maybe something different.  I knew I'd need to follow up there, but first I wanted to get what I could from the phone calls.  In short, several of the team couldn't reach whatever loved one they called.  Flash, Strummer, Bedrock, Gump... All called Southern States home, all East coast.  The Agency had people at those homes before we could've gotten the plane refueled, but it didn't satisfy any of those poor souls to see the footage as CIA grunts combed their homes.  Their families, wives, kids, co-ed 'bestie' in one case, gone.  At every single house someone had spray painted a stencil on the walls.  A letter for each of them, N, M, R, A.  Military stencil, not just roughed on."  

 

"Just reinforcing that this was always the plan.  They knew the houses they were hitting, the efforts were coordinated." he said.

 

John nodded.  "That our homes weren't being watched already was a shock to us, it's standard to have protection.  Especially on assignment.  An oversight, or inside help?  Sprout was putting together the pieces, I could see the puzzle forming together in their mind.  But I didn't trust.  That's the insidious thing in this line of work, you can never fully trust.  Those four wanted to head off immediately, but there was just no leaving until we had a clearer sense of direction.  I watched them all night, while the others slept.  It was under the guise of wanting to assist, but my real intention was to catch an inside man.  Misdirection."  He somberly shook his head. 

 

"By the time Dusty and I went to get a few hours of sleep the deed was already done.  Slacks was found hanging from the rafters in the barracks, not a single clue left behind except the L carved into his chest.  They were taunting us.  We overturned every corner, woke every single person, reviewed every camera.  Not a shoe-print, hair, spot of blood, nothing was out of place.  Dusty started futile compressions when we got him cut down.  His fist was smeared with blood.  Ten seconds passed.  I thought for sure he was gone, but with a start Slacks shot up, sucking in air.  Dusty is truly a miracle worker.  Not long after that I received a text on my phone.  Both of us did."

 

You lingered too long, so a debt has been paid,

Hung from your barracks, a body was laid.

Carved with a letter,

Part of the clock’s tether,

Now chase down the hour we’ve made.

 

The hair was standing on Jacobs arms,  "Jesus.  What the hell does that mean?"

 

"L.  The letter L.  Short hand, and long hand.  Three o'clock.  We had three rats in our midst.  More important though, they didn't know about Dusty yet.  If we could play our cards right, we had an advantage."  

 

In the room behind him, a clock ticked. Once. Twice. Thrice.  The young Officer Jacoby, watching from the other side of the glass, shivered at the coincidence.  

 

Jacobs felt, for the first time, that he might not be ready for the answers he was asking for.

 

It is now Day Two.

Day ends in 48 hours.

I only just bothered reading this... lol (sorry darthe, tldr).

Not sure if this is related since he refrenced the carved "L" to 3 o'clock but my character's name starts with L ... heh

@dicetosser1 do yourself a favor and shoot me