I observed him in Mario where he was town and wasn't able to read him at all, I played with him in Stardew and town-read him partially based on my knowledge of the Mario game, he flipped scum.
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HOST TALLY 3-5
Gnome (5): Ibn, Dolby, Lewwyn, Winston, Vro
Dolby (3): Laurentus, Nanook, Panda
Panda (3): Hollow, Gnome, Borg
Nanook (2): Csargo, Zelda
Movement
[Hollow] Borg >> Gnome >> Panda
[Zelda] Vroendal >> Gnome >> Nanook
[Gnome] Hollow >> Lewwyn >> Panda
I'm gonna have to figure out how to read ISOs with >100 posts sometime
I actually think that you're seeing what you want to see. But it's okay. We are far from LYLO and if I die, it won't hurt town.
But I am town.
Even if you choose not to believe that.
Why do you think it looks like you had your mind made up about my alignment even before you looked at those games?
Winston is spewed town by pzelda's claim, either s!pzelda is lying and TMI'ing a town, t! pzelda got a genuine read, t! pzelda is lying (which would be the absolutely worst thing to do right here), or s! pzelda is protecting a scum-buddy from... only me, unlikely.
Lewwyn's ability seems unlikely to be faked and has no counter-claim, an ability that prevents kills is probably a more likely town-aligned ability.
Ok, back. Probably no reason for changing my vote now, but Dolby pointing out Nook's townleans makes me doubt my late switch.
goodbye, cruel world.
Make sure to check out everyone who voted me. I'm not sure that this wagon is clean.
And, just because a player looks really great or super analytical, don't assume that player is town.
Wolf in sheep's clothing and all.
I will flip town.
bye.
voote: nanook
DAY IS OVER
DO NOT POST
The cowardice.
IT IS A TIE
NANOOK AND GNOME SEND YOUR ROCK PAPER SCISSORS ORDERS WITHIN 15 MINUTES
The cadre now found themselves in the Bionics' armory level. It was loaded with bleeding-edge experimental guns and bombs androbotsautonomous weapon platforms, most of which could unfortunately not be dabbled with for requiring native bionic augmentation to use.
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Lieutenant Garden Gnome was, as far as anyone knew, the last surviving woman in the UMENSES remnant. She had received her nickname for always volunteering for sentry duty. Like one of the mythical creatures, she could always be found at the ready in front of camps, outposts, barracks, and armories. She had even once served in the Secret Service, protecting the Generalissimo of UMEN themselves. Ever since they had tread underground though, there had been more and more whispers among the men that there was something off about Gnome, her manner of speech and movement unnatural and her impassivity in the face of events inhuman.
Now, the mutterings reached their feverish pitch.
I saw her covered in dirt and grass even though we're underground.
She's really a gnome!
She's a witch!
Get the witch!!!
Bionic witches, barked the Major. What is this, anime?
Captain McGinty jeered at the thought. Weeb.
Burn the weeb.
Burn the weeb!
Burn the weeb!!
Major Montmorency silenced the mob with a clap.
Though it be long-struck from the records, there is an ancient Marine protocol thought effective in revealing hidden witches. When our forebears -
As he spoke, the condemned Lieutenant was offering her persecuting Captain a hot cup of hazelnut tea, which she had procured from somewhere. He ungratefully smacked it out of her hands. The hot tea splashed all over the Major's back, but he didn't notice through his battle suit.
Marines spat with disgust at the thought of tea, adulterated or otherwise, obscuring their faceplates from the inside with saliva. The assault against their beloved commander simply infuriated them all the more for it.
Who even carries hazelnut and herb with them? It's like she's an infernal magical creature that infests the productive plots of god-fearing smallholders!! McGinty frothed maniacally.
- and that is why we will determine her nature through trial by fire, concluded the Major. Is that understood? Bring forth the test!
The Marines were struck to silence by uncertainty. What had the CO been talking about?
Patience tested by the delay, the Major ordered the nearby Lieutenant NANOOK to grab one of the Bionics' mysterious grenade-like objects from the ubiquitous weapons racks in the armory and escort Gnome to the testing range.
And so they went, trepidatiously, with the rest of the Marines following.
In the cavernous testing range they assembled, with Nanook and Gnome in the center; the rest ringed around them at a distance of 50 meters, safety-berth.
Sir, why do I have to be here if the bionic gnome is the one being tested?
You will follow orders, Marine. This is the way the Learned Forefathers taught in times of yore. These Bionic implements cannot be activated by us Normals, so you will offer the accused the grenade. If she is Bionic, it will respond and she will surely die in conflagration. Thus can witches be tested by pure fire.
This is the way, chorused the crowd.
Nanook was confused.
If this is an ancient method, then - I thought they didn't even have technology back then? And I'm pretty sure the Bionic Front was only founded in our lifetimes.
DO NOT BLASPHEME AGAINST THE HEAVENLY ORDER, WHELP, LEST YE BE JUDGED.
Now pointing his rifle at Nanook, the Major's steely pose offered clear guidance to him.
He gingerly passed the object to Gnome, who gathered it close in her hands. With a sour yet dignified countenance, she pressed a button somewhere on the sphere. She stretched out her arms.
It began beeping.
Nanook took that cue to sprint desperately in the other direction, as the crowd too began dispersing for cover.
Though proof against hot tea, the Marine battlesuit could not block all the heat from the detonation behind him. It felt quite toasty.
The Marines regained their composure with the last of the aftershocks, and with a look back they ushered a cheer through the ranks: Gnome was dead!
Ding, dong, the witch is dead! they sang.
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Yet the Major did not seem enthused. He sauntered over to the blast site and inspected the scoring marks (there was nothing left of the poor Lieutenant Garden Gnome to inspect).
Lieutenant, I do believe you handed her a standard-issue Marine plasma grenade.
Nanook shuffled his feet awkwardly.
Did you have spit on your face plate?
Yes sir.
Clean that up immediately.
Yes sir.
Garden Gnome was a
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Twilight lasts for the next 45 minutes from this post (I'm afraid it will have to be shorter today)
FINAL TALLY
:skull: Gnome (4): Ibn, Dolby, Lewwyn, Winston
Nanook (4): Csargo, Zelda, Vroendal, Gnome
Dolby (3): Laurentus, Nanook, Panda
Panda (2): Hollow, Borg
Movement
[Hollow] Borg >> Gnome >> Panda
[Zelda] Vroendal >> Gnome >> Nanook
[Gnome] Hollow >> Lewwyn >> Panda >> Nanook
[Vroendal] Gnome >> Nanook
Tiebreaker
Gnome: Paper-Scissors-Rock
Nanook (default): Rock-Rock-Rock
Tiex2!!!
RNG: :skull: Gnome
Living Players (12)
hollowkatt (hollow/HK)
Dolby (Dolbster/Dolb)
Winston Hughes (Winston/WH/McGinty)
Ibn-Khaldun (Ibn/IK)
Lewwyn (Lew)
BorgPicard (Borg/Picard/LA/Argon)
NANOOK (Nook)
Csargo (Csar)
Laurentus (Laur)
Vroendal (Vro)
pzelda (Zelda/Capage/Cap)
CutePanda (Panda/CP)
Dead Players (5)
Raskolnikov (D1)
c4e5g3d5 (N1)
Timsup2nothin (N1)
El-ahrairah (D2)
Garden Gnome (D3)
Reminder that Twilight is slightly shorter today. Sorry.
There is no more post cap though.
Yup, death tunnel is now active.
I'll be looking at Ibn, Csargo, HK, Panda, and Nanook.
By the way, @Montmorency, you have Gnome listed as the D2 chop.
I've dealt with enough bull this game ugh