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Originally Posted by Andres:
If you would have checked his profile, you would have noticed that he hasn't been online since the 3th of June. If you would have checked his posts, you would also have noticed that he didn't even post in the game he is hosting...
Are you just being lazy or were you trying to quickly throw in a vote, almost unnoticed, to disappear again in the shadows?
I've not "disappeared again in the shadows", but I did quickly put a vote up (quickly, because of work commitments) for the one player with whose participation and posting style I'm most familiar - of the list of non-voters. I FoS all non-voters; Mithrandir is the one I 'knew' best. With your query Andres, now I'm a little worried about our Mith. Hope he's OK.If you would have checked his profile, you would have noticed that he hasn't been online since the 3th of June. If you would have checked his posts, you would also have noticed that he didn't even post in the game he is hosting...
Are you just being lazy or were you trying to quickly throw in a vote, almost unnoticed, to disappear again in the shadows?
Also note that the forum is still 'under construction', so participation may be negatively effected by that. I had to re-log-in once the org went 'live' again; guys may not remember their login password, etc.
Originally Posted by makaikhaan:
Perhaps because Mithrandir is an invisible mod, and thus us regular townies cannot see when he's online. You, on the other hand, can.
I see.Perhaps because Mithrandir is an invisible mod, and thus us regular townies cannot see when he's online. You, on the other hand, can.
But Kukri is a mod as well. So he, just like me, should have known that Mith hasn't been online for a couple of days now...
If he (unfairly?) used his mod powers as you have.
I want to put some more suspicion on Kagemusha.
CR
I want to put some more suspicion on Kagemusha.
CR
Originally Posted by Crazed Rabbit:
If he (unfairly?) used his mod powers as you have.
Something like this was discussed in Taormina. Mod's have super-mod abilities. It really isn't an "abuse" of power because they can't turn it off. Just know, that if you play a mafia game with mods, they can normally see things that non-mods can't.If he (unfairly?) used his mod powers as you have.
Back in the day it was agreed that mods shouldn't use their extra knowledge against other participants in the game. Even if they can see it, they should pretend that they cannot and ignore it rather than dwell on it. 
Of course its up to GH to decide how he feels about it in his game.
Of course its up to GH to decide how he feels about it in his game.
From the CapoII Rules & Info thread :
Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh:
If I have additional abilities as a moderator or administrator on the forum, I will endeavor not to use those abilities as part of my participation in a mafia game, save where asked to do so by the game’s host in response to a valid moderator-related question or function.
I am given to understand that moderators cannot turn off all of their abilities automatically. I am asking them, on their honor, to avoid using such tools as part of their play. This is, of course, exactly what they do at present. As your own experiences tell you, it poses no concern. They're a pretty good group of people.
I thought that was good practice, and continue the procedure myself, although I don't think GH specified such a restriction.If I have additional abilities as a moderator or administrator on the forum, I will endeavor not to use those abilities as part of my participation in a mafia game, save where asked to do so by the game’s host in response to a valid moderator-related question or function.
I am given to understand that moderators cannot turn off all of their abilities automatically. I am asking them, on their honor, to avoid using such tools as part of their play. This is, of course, exactly what they do at present. As your own experiences tell you, it poses no concern. They're a pretty good group of people.
Originally Posted by Crazed Rabbit:
If he (unfairly?) used his mod powers as you have.
I want to put some more suspicion on Kagemusha.
CR
Why? Just for tossimg a weak vote my way?If he (unfairly?) used his mod powers as you have.
I want to put some more suspicion on Kagemusha.
CR
Originally Posted by KukriKhan:
From the CapoII Rules & Info thread :
I thought that was good practice, and continue the procedure myself, although I don't think GH specified such a restriction.
No, I don't have a restriction on this or invisibility mode. Anybody can be careful enough to avoid detection, even moderator detection. All they have to do is click the "send PM" button and immediately open a new window, which thwarts all efforts of surveillance.From the CapoII Rules & Info thread :
I thought that was good practice, and continue the procedure myself, although I don't think GH specified such a restriction.
@ Seamus; Basically, yes. Poor reasoning on that vote.
CR
CR
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. A good old-fashioned angry mob session was as effective as a hard night of drinking when it came to tiredness the next day, and as a result, most people were sleeping in. Out of those that weren't, none of them went jogging, not after two of the murdered were joggers.
However, there were other reasons to be out. There were some rituals that required strict adherence to tradition, after all. One of them happened to be smoking. LittleGrizzly was one of those people who truly only smoked for pleasure, not because he was addicted to the nicotine. He didn't waste his time with those filthy cigarettes, which he considered the height of uncouthness. No, he instead enjoyed one of life's greatest pleasures: Cubans.
Grizz hadn't replenished his supply in a while, and it would be impossible to do so now that the mafia were on the attack. He was down to one box, so he figured that he might as well enjoy them. So, on another beautiful morning in the Frontroom, he took his remaining box, drove downtown, and made his way to one of the roofs to enjoy his cigar n the morning air.
He was halfway through, puffing away, when another figure emerged from the stairs. The man was impeccably dressed, wearing a trenchcoat and a gray fedora. One of his hands were concealed inside the trenchcoat, immediately alerting Grizz that something was wrong. He quickly began eyeing nearby buildings, calculating which one posed the least risk of injury should he have to make a jump for it.
Then the man spoke. "What a wonderful day this is," he said in a cheery voice. Its overall tone completely disarmed Grizz, who wasn't expecting it. "Ah, yes," the man said, noticing Grizz's Cuban. "A Cuban on a roof, on a beautiful day. It's times like these where it's a pleasure to be alive."
"Why, yes it is," said Grizzly, ready to make conversation and now completely unsuspecting. Then the man's hand whipped out of his trenchcoat, tightly gripping a revolver. "Too bad this will be the last day you are." He pulled the trigger and LittleGrizzly went down.
The man walked over to Grizz's corpse, picking up the box of slightly bloodstained Cubans. "Well, I might as well put these to good use," he said, depositing the box inside his trenchcoat and walking away.
Unbeknownst to the mafioso, his shot had once again scared off all of the birds in the area. This was the signal that TevashSzat had been waiting for. For the past two days, he had listened to the Chief of Police rant about how, because of the shots fired, the birds of the Frontroom had been disturbed, usually ending in property damage. Tevash figured that if he could pinpoint the spot where the birds were all flying away from, he would have a good chance of catching a bad guy.
"Downtown," he muttered, pocketing his bioculars and getting into his old blue car. From what he gathered, it had to be there, consdering that the birds were flying in all directions away from that area and that he had heard the shot from his house, meaning that it was probably fired on a roof where there wasn't much to block the sound from going far.
Tevash drove further and further downtown, checking for signs, looking for people... he saw someone, upon his approach, duck into a building - maybe that was the guy! Tevash sharply braked, turning his car around as he did so, preparing to make another pass-
Out of nowhere, a black Mercedes, screeching along, threatened to ram Tevash's car right into the building. Tevash swerved out of the way, just in time, and floored it. Finding the mafioso was important, but so was surviving!
He made a sharp right onto the next street, almost slamming into a fruit stand because he went a little too wide. After jamming on the gas once again, he checked his rearview mirror. The black Mercedes was right behind him, showing no signs of having almost flubbed the turn.
"I have to get out of this area," Tevash said to himself. No matter how many sharp turns he would make, the black Mercedes would always have better handling than his old blue car. The best chance was to simply stay on a road for as long as he could... and hope that the mafioso would run out of gas, or hit a tree, or something.
He stayed on a straightaway, swerving from time to time as the buildings grew farther apart and the trees grew closer together. The mafioso was keeping pace, he noticed to his chagrin. There really wasn't much he could do, he realized. The odds needed to be evened up.
He reached around his car, rolling down his window and searched for anything he might be able to throw at his pursuer. Spare change (no effect), an umbrella (missed), a large map - hit! The toss had worked perfectly, with the map unfolding itself and attaching itself to the mafioso's windshield, totally blocking his field of view.
Unfazed, the mafioso calmly held the wheel, going straight, and took out his shotgun, blowing the windshield away. His vision was restored, but now, Tevash noticed, there was nothing between him and the open air. Grinning, he took the binoculars out of his pocket and, taking his eyes off the road, aimed right for his pursuer's face.
The binoculars and the mafioso connected, with the Mercedes going upwards of 100 mph in one direction and the binoculars going a significant speed in the opposite direction, all resulting in a broken nose for the man in the Mercedes. Cursing, he swerved as he wiped the blood off, narrowly avoiding a tree. He was well behind Tevash's car now.
Back in the front, Tevash saw the mafioso take his eyes off the road once again. It was clear, even from a distance, that the mafioso was rifling through his Mercedes, looking for something. Then he saw it, headed his way, a perfect throw made.
The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.
VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...
...and then, the pain again, as the mafioso, slowly, painstakingly, ran over TevashSzat again, this time in reverse. He got out of the car, still bleeding from the nose, and gripped his shotgun. Without a word, he pointed it at his barely-conscious victim and shot.
"Didd't adyone eber tell you dat the victibs are suppode to go quiedly?" he said through his nose. He blasted Tevash once more for good measure, and then stomped him in the nose, breaking it. An eye for an eye, perhaps, even though there was no need.
He got back in his Mercedes and still drove away, cursing about the broken windshield all the blood he was getting in its fancy interior.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had gathered the remaining villagers in the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began. "We have two more deaths today. LittleGrizzly has died smoking and TevashSzat has died in an epic car chase where we believe grenades, shotguns, and road maps were used."
"Wow!" someone exclaimed. "What was he doing before that?"
"Birdwatching," Beirut said. "By the way, speaking of the road map, I found this scribbled on the back of the road map. It might be helpful."
He passed copies of the message around to everybody, which read:
"Trouvez les lettres perdus pour aider le village"
"I have no idea what that means, but good luck."
"Wait a minute," somebody said, "Aren't you French-Canadian?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beirut said. "Get voting!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (30)
Ichigo
RoadKill
TinCow
woad&fangs
shlin28
makaikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
peverpink
Sarathos
Mithrandir
Beefy187
Tiberius of the Drake
KukriKhan
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Crazed Rabbit
Fenring
Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
LittleGrizzly
TevashSzat
Executed:
Privateerkev
Elite Ferret
However, there were other reasons to be out. There were some rituals that required strict adherence to tradition, after all. One of them happened to be smoking. LittleGrizzly was one of those people who truly only smoked for pleasure, not because he was addicted to the nicotine. He didn't waste his time with those filthy cigarettes, which he considered the height of uncouthness. No, he instead enjoyed one of life's greatest pleasures: Cubans.
Grizz hadn't replenished his supply in a while, and it would be impossible to do so now that the mafia were on the attack. He was down to one box, so he figured that he might as well enjoy them. So, on another beautiful morning in the Frontroom, he took his remaining box, drove downtown, and made his way to one of the roofs to enjoy his cigar n the morning air.
He was halfway through, puffing away, when another figure emerged from the stairs. The man was impeccably dressed, wearing a trenchcoat and a gray fedora. One of his hands were concealed inside the trenchcoat, immediately alerting Grizz that something was wrong. He quickly began eyeing nearby buildings, calculating which one posed the least risk of injury should he have to make a jump for it.
Then the man spoke. "What a wonderful day this is," he said in a cheery voice. Its overall tone completely disarmed Grizz, who wasn't expecting it. "Ah, yes," the man said, noticing Grizz's Cuban. "A Cuban on a roof, on a beautiful day. It's times like these where it's a pleasure to be alive."
"Why, yes it is," said Grizzly, ready to make conversation and now completely unsuspecting. Then the man's hand whipped out of his trenchcoat, tightly gripping a revolver. "Too bad this will be the last day you are." He pulled the trigger and LittleGrizzly went down.
The man walked over to Grizz's corpse, picking up the box of slightly bloodstained Cubans. "Well, I might as well put these to good use," he said, depositing the box inside his trenchcoat and walking away.
Unbeknownst to the mafioso, his shot had once again scared off all of the birds in the area. This was the signal that TevashSzat had been waiting for. For the past two days, he had listened to the Chief of Police rant about how, because of the shots fired, the birds of the Frontroom had been disturbed, usually ending in property damage. Tevash figured that if he could pinpoint the spot where the birds were all flying away from, he would have a good chance of catching a bad guy.
"Downtown," he muttered, pocketing his bioculars and getting into his old blue car. From what he gathered, it had to be there, consdering that the birds were flying in all directions away from that area and that he had heard the shot from his house, meaning that it was probably fired on a roof where there wasn't much to block the sound from going far.
Tevash drove further and further downtown, checking for signs, looking for people... he saw someone, upon his approach, duck into a building - maybe that was the guy! Tevash sharply braked, turning his car around as he did so, preparing to make another pass-
Out of nowhere, a black Mercedes, screeching along, threatened to ram Tevash's car right into the building. Tevash swerved out of the way, just in time, and floored it. Finding the mafioso was important, but so was surviving!
He made a sharp right onto the next street, almost slamming into a fruit stand because he went a little too wide. After jamming on the gas once again, he checked his rearview mirror. The black Mercedes was right behind him, showing no signs of having almost flubbed the turn.
"I have to get out of this area," Tevash said to himself. No matter how many sharp turns he would make, the black Mercedes would always have better handling than his old blue car. The best chance was to simply stay on a road for as long as he could... and hope that the mafioso would run out of gas, or hit a tree, or something.
He stayed on a straightaway, swerving from time to time as the buildings grew farther apart and the trees grew closer together. The mafioso was keeping pace, he noticed to his chagrin. There really wasn't much he could do, he realized. The odds needed to be evened up.
He reached around his car, rolling down his window and searched for anything he might be able to throw at his pursuer. Spare change (no effect), an umbrella (missed), a large map - hit! The toss had worked perfectly, with the map unfolding itself and attaching itself to the mafioso's windshield, totally blocking his field of view.
Unfazed, the mafioso calmly held the wheel, going straight, and took out his shotgun, blowing the windshield away. His vision was restored, but now, Tevash noticed, there was nothing between him and the open air. Grinning, he took the binoculars out of his pocket and, taking his eyes off the road, aimed right for his pursuer's face.
The binoculars and the mafioso connected, with the Mercedes going upwards of 100 mph in one direction and the binoculars going a significant speed in the opposite direction, all resulting in a broken nose for the man in the Mercedes. Cursing, he swerved as he wiped the blood off, narrowly avoiding a tree. He was well behind Tevash's car now.
Back in the front, Tevash saw the mafioso take his eyes off the road once again. It was clear, even from a distance, that the mafioso was rifling through his Mercedes, looking for something. Then he saw it, headed his way, a perfect throw made.
The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.
VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...
...and then, the pain again, as the mafioso, slowly, painstakingly, ran over TevashSzat again, this time in reverse. He got out of the car, still bleeding from the nose, and gripped his shotgun. Without a word, he pointed it at his barely-conscious victim and shot.
"Didd't adyone eber tell you dat the victibs are suppode to go quiedly?" he said through his nose. He blasted Tevash once more for good measure, and then stomped him in the nose, breaking it. An eye for an eye, perhaps, even though there was no need.
He got back in his Mercedes and still drove away, cursing about the broken windshield all the blood he was getting in its fancy interior.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had gathered the remaining villagers in the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began. "We have two more deaths today. LittleGrizzly has died smoking and TevashSzat has died in an epic car chase where we believe grenades, shotguns, and road maps were used."
"Wow!" someone exclaimed. "What was he doing before that?"
"Birdwatching," Beirut said. "By the way, speaking of the road map, I found this scribbled on the back of the road map. It might be helpful."
He passed copies of the message around to everybody, which read:
"Trouvez les lettres perdus pour aider le village"
"I have no idea what that means, but good luck."
"Wait a minute," somebody said, "Aren't you French-Canadian?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beirut said. "Get voting!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (30)
Ichigo
RoadKill
TinCow
woad&fangs
shlin28
makaikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
peverpink
Sarathos
Mithrandir
Beefy187
Tiberius of the Drake
KukriKhan
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Crazed Rabbit
Fenring
Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
LittleGrizzly
TevashSzat
Executed:
Privateerkev
Elite Ferret
Wow, thats a prettu gruesome death for me isn't it?
Weird how I was targetted since I just posted that I'm gonna be away and most likely won't be a threat or be able to vote even for at least the next two rounds or so. Probably just a random killing
Weird how I was targetted since I just posted that I'm gonna be away and most likely won't be a threat or be able to vote even for at least the next two rounds or so. Probably just a random killing
Originally Posted by TevashSzat:
Wow, thats a prettu gruesome death for me isn't it?
Hey, I'd kill for a death like that. All of my death scenes have me being taken by surprise, or shot while I was running away, or something.Wow, thats a prettu gruesome death for me isn't it?
Originally Posted by Kill Write ups:
Trouvez les lettres perdus pour aider le village
"Find the lost letters to help the town" I believe. Wonder what it means. Perhaps this is part of the promised "twist" in this game.Trouvez les lettres perdus pour aider le village
Vote:CR
Why were you so determined to try to lynch Kagemusha Last round?
Why were you so determined to try to lynch Kagemusha Last round?
There i was chilling out on the roof enjoying a nice cuban... not even the decency to let me finish it!
Go Town!
Go Town!
Vote:disco
I've seen you be4 in the chat. What are your thoughts on the game so far?
I've seen you be4 in the chat. What are your thoughts on the game so far?
Vote: Tiberius of the Drake
CR explained his reasoning for voting Kagemusha well enough when he voted for him. He made one more post in the round to put pressure on Kagemusha, and one more to further clarify the reasoning. Not exactly like he's hounding Kage much more than anyone else has when voting for someone. That was a cheap, mostly inexcusable vote given the reasoning you gave. Feels to me like a mafioso trying to just lurk enough without getting WoG'd.
CR explained his reasoning for voting Kagemusha well enough when he voted for him. He made one more post in the round to put pressure on Kagemusha, and one more to further clarify the reasoning. Not exactly like he's hounding Kage much more than anyone else has when voting for someone. That was a cheap, mostly inexcusable vote given the reasoning you gave. Feels to me like a mafioso trying to just lurk enough without getting WoG'd.
Indeed, TotD, CR was reasonably clear in his explaining "why." If anything, it's his choice to persist in his suspicion this round that is worthy of concern. To CR's credit, we know Kage to be a sharp operator, so pushing a bit is appropriate. Now, as to your pouncing on CR....
Originally Posted by Tratorix:
"Find the lost letters to help the town"
What letters do we have to find "Find the lost letters to help the town"
Hey GH, though you probably can't tell, but was TevashSzat some sort of detective/special role? Or can the rest of town do as crazy stuff as he did?
Now, from what I see,the mafia either targeted both LittleGrizzly and TevashSzat, or there are still two mafia, or the mafia targeted LG but TevashSzat failed his attack or the mafia just defended themselves....rather confusing. Anyone else got any ideas?
Can't say.
Thought not, thanks anyway.
NNVTHMST-???
Originally Posted by From Writeup:
Too bad this will be the last day you are
Grammer mistake. Also, I don't think it was GH's mistake, especially since the previous writeup include the mafioso saying similar things.Too bad this will be the last day you are
Vote: Kagemusha
I trust CR's intuition and English isn't your native tongue.
Originally Posted by woad&fangs:
Grammer mistake. Also, I don't think it was GH's mistake, especially since the previous writeup include the mafioso saying similar things.
Actually, I'll admit that one was my mistake. I forgot to put something in there about Grizz saying he was going to enjoy his Cuban.Grammer mistake. Also, I don't think it was GH's mistake, especially since the previous writeup include the mafioso saying similar things.
PS: It's grammar.
unvote: Kagemusha Okay, not enough evidence for me to call for his lynching now.
also
also
As I understand it Sarathos, there are two mafioso, each of whom can kill once per night. When one is killed the other gets two kills.
GH has said that this is classic game so I'd assume that 'roles' other than the detective and mafia, would be rather thin on the ground.
From the write-up however it seems that Tevash, had a role of some sort, and seen as, regular townies can't investigate/find the lost letters, it would suggest that the detective is still alive and hiding somewhere. Good news for us.
Its not really possible to tell if both mafioso's are still alive, as the second kill didn't have a description for said mafioso. It would be better to assume the worse scenario however.
Also I've noticed from the description that Tevash was watching for any signs of mafia activity, perhaps, without going too far he was an amateur detective or vigilante. Either way it seems likely that we have lost a pro-town role of some sort.
Also FOS: Sigurd Fafnesbane. I understand RL issues and the like, but from my limited experiance, he seems to be posting less than usual, plus he's a very skilled mafioso (so I've heard). Actually I'll extend that to all non-posters, non-voters and general lurkers out there. That way I'm not being picky.
GH has said that this is classic game so I'd assume that 'roles' other than the detective and mafia, would be rather thin on the ground.
From the write-up however it seems that Tevash, had a role of some sort, and seen as, regular townies can't investigate/find the lost letters, it would suggest that the detective is still alive and hiding somewhere. Good news for us.
Its not really possible to tell if both mafioso's are still alive, as the second kill didn't have a description for said mafioso. It would be better to assume the worse scenario however.
Also I've noticed from the description that Tevash was watching for any signs of mafia activity, perhaps, without going too far he was an amateur detective or vigilante. Either way it seems likely that we have lost a pro-town role of some sort.
Also FOS: Sigurd Fafnesbane. I understand RL issues and the like, but from my limited experiance, he seems to be posting less than usual, plus he's a very skilled mafioso (so I've heard). Actually I'll extend that to all non-posters, non-voters and general lurkers out there. That way I'm not being picky.
Originally Posted by TevashSzat:
Wow, thats a prettu gruesome death for me isn't it?
Are you kidding?Wow, thats a prettu gruesome death for me isn't it?
Originally Posted by death scene:
...The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.
VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...
Hollywood would stumble over itself to stage such a well-written, descriptive screen scene. It reads "Die Hard XXII" all over. Can't you just feel the horror of 'feel his bones breaking inside him', while watching 'several tons... roll over his body'?. I could. Bravo, author. ...The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.
VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...
I stand on the FoS of non-posters. Volunteering for a work project (and, although it's fun, this is a work project), then fading away with no explanation, is either irresponsible, or mafia-scummy. Kill 'em all, so participants can sort.
In my opinion.
Vote: Sasaki
Since I have nothing better to do.
Since I have nothing better to do.
Vote: Discovery 1
At least try to come up with a reason!
Also all of your posts have been one sentence or so. Flippant, yes. Helpful, no. Mafioso, possibly.
At least try to come up with a reason!
Also all of your posts have been one sentence or so. Flippant, yes. Helpful, no. Mafioso, possibly.
Originally Posted by makaikhaan:
Vote: Tiberius of the Drake
CR explained his reasoning for voting Kagemusha well enough when he voted for him. He made one more post in the round to put pressure on Kagemusha, and one more to further clarify the reasoning. Not exactly like he's hounding Kage much more than anyone else has when voting for someone. That was a cheap, mostly inexcusable vote given the reasoning you gave. Feels to me like a mafioso trying to just lurk enough without getting WoG'd.
Getting a little defensive for your partner are we now? Vote: Tiberius of the Drake
CR explained his reasoning for voting Kagemusha well enough when he voted for him. He made one more post in the round to put pressure on Kagemusha, and one more to further clarify the reasoning. Not exactly like he's hounding Kage much more than anyone else has when voting for someone. That was a cheap, mostly inexcusable vote given the reasoning you gave. Feels to me like a mafioso trying to just lurk enough without getting WoG'd.
Die mafia
Vote: makaikhaan
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