Actually even better idea! Third on the bandwagon - is that a classic scum move or what?Quote:
Originally Posted by Yaropolk
Unvote; Vote:Bsmith
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Actually even better idea! Third on the bandwagon - is that a classic scum move or what?Quote:
Originally Posted by Yaropolk
Unvote; Vote:Bsmith
Goood, gooood...
:mellow:
Regardless of whether town loses or wins, the fact that we had three WoK's was quite disgusting and terrible for the town.
Hi, I'm back. Did I miss anything?
You missed a fair bit, read through the last page.
I read them already and I only have 5 minutes until the timer runs out. I'm not going to change my vote. If Lewwyn wins it's because he has played awesome, if I change my vote then BSmith wins because I changed my vote. And BSmith didn't convince me with his long post.
Just a reminder, round ends in just under 7 hours.
If I win you win too edse...
So he's keeping it there, huh? Tits...
It appears I was sorely mistaken.
I take full responsibility for having been misled by my prejudices. I brought it upon all our heads.
At this point it is too late to be decisive, but it's a shot (though it should have been much more).
:shame:
Unvote; Vote: Lewwyn
Round was over a bit ago, time to tally and write stuff and things.
Town loses. Can't say I didn't warn you. :shrug:
Our last meeting didn't take too long to kick off. After a period of lengthy discussion, we established a solid consensus. Our last offering to the gods was to be Bsmith, in spite of his protestations and argument that Lewwyn was the proper choice. The Emperor looked at him, almost pity in his eyes. But he had chosen our path. "Bsmith, come," he said. "You've the honor of being our last, best attempt. Please, lay down on the altar. I will make it as quick as I am able." Bsmith looked pleadingly at the rest of us. But there was nothing to change our opinions now. Or, so I thought... Bsmith laid down on the altar, his eyes closed, awaiting his fate. The Emperor raised the ceremonial dagger.
"Offer me Lewwyn!" a voice boomed through the chamber. "This pithy thing is no good. I demand Lewwyn!" The Emperor froze in his spot.
"Agreed," a smooth, mellow voice hissed. "Lewwyn is the superior offer. Why should we bother with such a sad sacrifice?"
"False!" a wheezing voice rattled. "Lewwyn is the greatest sacrifice thus far! If you abandon him, your people will be doomed to oblivion!"
The Emperor was still frozen to his spot. His hand was visibly shaking. "W-we determined that B-smith was the best sacrifice we had left!" he said to the disembodied voices. "Mortal we may be, but we our offering our greatest choice, are we not?"
"Do you doubt my judgment?" the booming voice rang out. "Do you dare to assume your wisdom surpasses mine?"
"Agreed, you may be ruler of mortal men, but you are our servant. You would be wise to remember this," the second voice hissed. "It would not reflect well on your rule that you defied multiple gods."
"Emperor," the wheezing voice responded. "Not all of us are so... demanding. I fully support the mortal judgment. Mortals deserve the chance to determine their own course, don't you agree? Mortals can only enter a golden age if they choose it!" The Emperor turned slowly on the spot. He turned his head from Bsmith on the altar to Lewwyn, who's eyes were wide with shock. He looked down at the knife in his hand. with a sigh, he looked back to the man still laying on the altar with his eyes closed. The Emperor walked back to the altar.
"Don't defy me!" the booming voice commanded.
"Your mistake shall be the undoing of your empire!" the hissing voice warned.
"I choose... I choose!" The Emperor said to himself. "I... I have the power to choose! No god or mortal man may command me so long as I walk this earth." He looked down at Bsmith. "I choose you!" he rammed the knife down. He ripped the ribs apart with swiftness not seen since Tlacalael. "Gods, this is our sacrifice, our offering. You may either take it or reject it. It is the choice we mortals have offered you."
"Bahahaha," Lewwyn cackled. With quick reflexes, he pulled the knife from his belt and slashed an unwary Edse across his throat. "An excellent choice, my Emperor. Now, I think it's time to repay the generous god who offered us mortals freedom of choice, don't you? I think this pyramid would do well to be re-established in honor of the great Mictlantecuhtli, don't you?"
"You!" the Emperor shouted at Lewwyn. "You're responsible for all this?"
"Nonsense... you are. You established this whole covenant of sacrifice. I am merely here to... ensure that the great lord of death would be properly represented when we were done. Now, about that 'suggestion'," he said, looking back and forth between the two of us. "I don't think either of you have much reason to say no." He looked down at the dagger in his hand. "Don't make me force the issue."
The Emperor's eyes burned with rage. "You fool! I'll kill you!" He rushed the assassin with the sacrificial knife in hand. He swiped at Lewwyn, scoring a gash on his arm as he tried to duck away. The Emperor pressed the advance, hacking with such speed Lewwyn couldn't do anything but stagger backwards and avoid the blows. "Scribe, help me!" the Emperor bellowed as he chased the assassin. I panicked. I was no combatant. I was not a soldier, not royalty. Still, I scanned for something I could use. I picked up the closest thing to me- Bsmith's heart. I hurled it at Lewwyn, aiming to hit his face as he ducked away from a blow. My accuracy was not what I hoped for. It fell with a plop just behind my target. However, in a stroke of luck, Bsmith's foot stepped onto the organ as he retreated further. He slipped backwards, hitting the stone floor with a thud. Without hesitation, my Emperor leaped on him, bringing down his knife into Lewwyn's chest with the fury of the sun. He ripped and sliced and tore the man apart. "I. DO. NOT. LIKE. BEING. TOYED. WITH!" I couldn't help but turn away from the gruesome sight. After a minute, a dripping sound came from behind me. "Come, scribe," the Emperor's voice commanded. "We shall return to the city. And make due with the best of what we can..."
Meanwhile, in a glimmering palace...
"Well done," a feathered serpent hissed as it coiled around a chair. "Looks like you've gone and created an atheist emperor. Idiot."
"Indeed," a man in shining, golden leather said, sitting on another side of a grand table. "You're a fool for convincing him to make his own destiny. Now who knows what'll happen."
"Bahaha. You two are just mad that I won," a skeletal man in in a shoddy, decrepid tunic. "It'll work itself out, just like it always does. If he gets too aggressive, he'll just be executed, just like all the others. Now, my chips, good sirs." With an irritated sigh, the other two pushed their respective piles of wooden chips across the table. "It was still very naughty of you to intervene like that. I think I should've won right there, but oh well. It all worked out. Oh, Quetzl, you should probably go and restore the rain for them. Don't need all of them dying now, do we?
"Of course," the serpent hissed. "You don't need to remind me how to do my job."
"So..." the skeletal man grinned. "Any wagers on who he picks as the next High Priest?"
Mictlantecuhtli victory!
Alive:
Lynched:
Atheotes (D1)
SalmonSoil (D2)
Chaotix (D3) (Champion of Huitzilopochtli)
GeneralHankerchief (D4) (Champion of Quetzalcoatl)
Montmorency (D5) (Huitzilopochtli)
White Eyes (D6)
Bsmith (D7)
Attacked:
Seon (N2)
Yaropolk (N2) (Mictlantecuhtli)
Csargo (N2) (Quetzalcoatl)
Jarema (N3)
Ishmael (N3)
Visorslash (N4)
Daveshack (N5)
Lazy McCrow (N6)
Edse (D7)
Lewwyn (D7) (Mictlantecuhtli Champion)
Wrath of Khaan:
Zaccino
Landlubber
Fluffy
More to come later when basketball tourney isn't on.
Man, my coin flips go against me way too often.
My glorious precision with regard to Yaropolk and GeneralHankerchief is nullified by my self-defeating fixation on BSmith.
Quicktopic.
Good game, Khan! I really enjoyed this twist. I love it when I get neutral-ish roles. Too bad so many townies refused to consider the possibility of their limited relevance.
Congrats to Lewwyn for slipping under my radar until the end. If only we could have cooperated earlier on stopping him, Quetzl.
I GODDAMN TOLD YOU ALL. I DON'T SUCK AS BADLY AS YOU THINK. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY DOES NO-ONE LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Edit: This is depressing. Anyway, great game Khaan, especially liked my death writeup as I am studying to be an engineer at the moment. SO I thought it quite fitting.
Well done lewwyn, you had the town fooled. But I knew it was you. :daisy: :daisy: :daisy: :daisy: :daisy: :daisy:
Clarification: God votes counted today.
@ Visor
Blame edse. :clown:
Well done BSmith for catching on as well.
Oh and I'm disappointed in you killing me Lewwyn. :tongue:
And as I said earlier. The WoK's were disgusting. I think we would've had the game in the bag easily if it wasn't for them.
I’m just annoyed that my bulletproof case lost out to nothing more than “even though I don’t have a shred of evidence I know he is scum!”
Someday people will listen to me!!! :wall:
I don't know - without the WoGs, we would have had one extra lynch. Could we really have avoided a critical mistake in that?
Technically I forsook that line of thought, and you lost to Random.org. :shrug:
Well I like to think so. Still you can't argue the fact that it helped immensely for Lewwyn.Quote:
Originally Posted by Montmorency
It really was down to the last kill that turned me onto Lewwyn though, so I’m not sure how much help a few extra days would have been. Lewwyn did play an exceptional game here, so I don’t want to minimize that at all.
@monty - why the late turn of opinion and last minute realization that it was Lewwyn? That seemed to come out of nowhere.
Eh, we would have succumbed to "Lynch WoG-Avoiding Lurker" syndrome.
Ultimately, that pair's performance was worthy of a Loki, or the modern Moriarty.
@ BSmith
Well, if Yaro was keeping his vote on you when you were the leader in the vote meant you couldn't be really be his killer. However, I retained the conviction that it was you to the extent that I wanted to avoid what I describe in the last QT post.
Totally off-base about edse but why was he defending Monty like you were scum-buddies??:laugh4:
I guess you bribed him.~:2cents:
Oh and...Lewwyn did an good job of flying under the radar, kept jumping on bandwagons and we never noticed.:shame:
He rightfully considered the elimination of the final killer a more important matter than expulsion of a "neutralized" faction.Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
It is true, by the way: we gods never had any special abilities.
So my instinct on Lewwyn was right, all the way back on day 4. Shouldn't have bought the hurt reply so easily -- though no telling if the rest of the town would have followed or if it would have just gotten me killed earlier.
YAY!
Thanks guys! Fun game really happy to have it all work out in the end. BSmith really had the answer in the end even it really was circumstantial evidence at best. Was actually very flattering. I will say though that I planned on killing Dave no matter if you guys thought he was innocent or not. I was going to spin it whichever way suit me. I was actually considering pinning it on Lazy and postulating that he wrote up that whole thing on Dave at night on purpose just to make himself seem innocent. Wasn't a matter of me not seeing the whole conversation.
Visor, of course I had to kill you scumbuddy! I knew you'd figure it out so I killed you after you professed suspicion in other people.
The WOK was pretty vital in the end. Really helped me figure out a path to victory. If I had to kill of all those lurkers who were obviously townie, I would have run out of lynch targets no question. As soon as Monty focused on BSmith I was really focused on getting White_Eyes lynched so I could leave the lynch bait for last. White_Eyes almost screwed it by being so ignorant of what was going on in the game. I thought for sure you guys would see he was just a legitimately lurking townie with no clue. Anyway, I was just trying hard during teh final days to keep the balance suspicious exactly where I wanted them. The only wild card was Yaro! LOL
Well actually I fought against a bunch of bandwagons too. And tried to protect GH even though I probably shouldn't have. :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Thanks for hosting Khan! I had more fun dead this game than I usually have alive. Lewwyn - great working with you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lewwyn
Agreed!Quote:
Originally Posted by Yaropolk
And really great write-ups Khan!
Damn.
Well played Lewwyn and thank you Khaan.
Well played all - especially Lewwyn. I think (hope?) I learnt a lot about being a townie playing this game. Thoroughly enjoyed the theme and the writing and hosting was impeccable. Thanks Khaan and to all who made this immensely tense and enjoyable for me.
Sorry I haven't popped in before now - well played to the mafia, particularly in the end-game. I agree with Lazy McCrow that the setting and writing were excellent. As a side note, this brings my record of deaths at night as a power role to 3 from 4, the fourth being when I was lynched as a result of being targeted at night in Capo. I think I'm doing something wrong :beam:.
Shmael, what were your powers?i
Ishmael was a regular detective.
Each god was picked randomly. The first night phase of no kills was each god recruiting their champion of choice. It turned out that having a backup sent was a great idea, because they all tried to recruit each other: :laugh4:
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Originally Posted by Csargo
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Originally Posted by Montmorency
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So that explains all of Rounds 2 & 3. :grin:
WAHAHAHAA! Thats' hilarious! It kind of makes me feel like a double-fail as town :D