Gory: I agree that or scum likely lies in solar or gwaihir.
More on that tomorrow.
I'm willing to take the chance of going to a 50/50 coinflip tomorrow by lynching you today Goryani. You're too try hard in this game as opposed to your normal behaviour which either means that you're a) mafia or b) frustrated because you're not taken with the level of seriousness you'd like us to take you with. It could be either one, but because honest to God (that I don't believe in) I can't find any certain telltales between the three of you, I'm leaving my vote on you.
Should you really be a VT and get lynched, we'll end up with either me or kegs, most likely me alive tomorrow with Gwaihir and Solar Ice. Then either Gwaihir or SI is the last scum, and I'm afraid they'll vote for eachother and I'm facing the situation of having to choose between the two. Again. Just like in last game. And with my luck I'll probably end up picking wrong. -.-
This is the problem when good players are scum, they can be very good at hiding behind what could be townie moves. While you offered reasonable responses for most, I think the case for you is better than the one for SI. The one point I don't think you explained well enough is Point two:
post 256, you did not quote post 233. You responded to it but did not quote it. I have little doubt that it was intentional, so as to not draw attention to my reply and accusation against you in that quote but still be able to respond to it.
I do not know whether this is what you do as Town but you definitely do something like this as Mafia. For a good example, see the South Park game where you slipped up about knowing that “Ankeli was Bebe Stevens leaving the toilet seat up” in regards to Jcakes’ role and Laarz questioned you about it. You replied but did not quote a more damaging quote.
Looks like I'm locked. Oh well. Well played.
The Elm woke up in a haze. A deep, rumbling Whiiirrrrr resounded somewhere nearby. Elm tried to look around, but found itself bound tightly and laying on its back.
"Good morning!" said Palm.
'Oh, 'ello," replied Elm in a cheery manner. "May I ask what we're doing here? And where 'here' is?"
"Of course! We're in the sawmill. We thought it would be apropos for you to be executed via a gigantic buzz saw, much like how you killed Conifer. 'Tit-for-tat', or so the humans say."
"I see, I see. I must say, that is an excellent way to kill something." Elm noticed it was moving, and was apparently tied to something. "May I also ask what I am tied to?"
"Well, funny story about that. You know all those old, cheesy films where the villain ties a helpless female to a log and sends he to be sliced in half before the hero can come save her? We though we'd do the same."
"Yes," said another voice. Birch, most likely. "But finding a girl, let alone one strong enough to support your weight and still look pretty doing so, proved problematic."
"So we improvised!" continued Palm. "You're strapped to a blow up doll! We had it over-nighted. Totally worth the shipping costs."
Elm blinked, and resigned itself to its fate, welcoming the blissful feeling of the buzzsaw cutting through its head. After all, what would be worse; death, or continuing to live with those idiots?
Goryani has been lynched! He was a Vanilla Town.
Night has fallen. You know the drill.
Last edited by Caluin Graye; 01-02-2013 at 22:10.