The poetry:

As this is one of my last games (along with Noble Sons 2), I thought I would finish my time here in some sense of style. That's all. It was a personal decision, and I see now it's become an easy way to distract from the real issue. It's why I stopped writing it. Sorry I even tried.


I think woad's case against me is poop.

I play whatever role I'm given to the best of my ability until the game is over or I see it's time to stop.


In Fillet Royal I was an overweight guy name Porky.
In Murder Manor II I was the toilet.

I've played all sorts of roles here, and always I have tried to give each one my all.

From bar wench, to American tourist in Turkey, to Grunhilda, and many more.

Here sir, I am

Amane Fuseishutsu – veteran samurai. And I am trying to avenge my now deceased lord.


And I am going to vote for you, because both Sasaki and the cards say you are guilty. And I believe they are right.


Vote:Woad and Fangs