Rampage Out of Space

[Dolby]

you mean csargo the pzelda cop checked confirmed via monty post csargo is "always good". Great deductive work!

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j/k on the sarcasm I just can't help myself

csar isn't literally always good since percentage wasn't revealed.

but he's like 95% good

[hollowkatt]

:doubt:

[Montmorency]

HOST TALLY 5-6

Borg (5): Vro, Laur, Winston, Csargo, Dolby
Dolby (1): Hollow
Hollow (1): Borg


Movement

[Hollow] Laur >> Dolby >> Winston >> Dolby
[Laur] Dolby >> Borg >> Hollow >> Borg >> Vro >> Borg
[Borg] Winston >> Dolby >> Hollow

[BorgPicard]

LA give me info and I might give you something in return

What'd you do N4?

I cop checked Laurentus

[Dolby]

I cop checked Laurentus

what's the result?

or does this get revealed with your flip?

[BorgPicard]

what's the result?

or does this get revealed with your flip?

As I said before they are town.

[Vroendal]

BP help us out. <3

What are the top two possible scum-teams in your mind?

[BorgPicard]

BP help us out. <3

What are the top two possible scum-teams in your mind?

You and Winston/ Dolby HK

[Vroendal]

You and Winston/ Dolby HK

Thank you. ^-^ I genuinely appreciate that. Well played!

I can offer reassurance that my push on Winston was meant to kill him, and that I'm not confident enough to do anything like bus on D1, but we'll talk about that next Day Phase.

[Montmorency]

DAY IS OVER

DO NOT POST

Do not wait up for the writeup. There will be no Twilight chat, but instead you have unrestricted private communications (just CC the host).

[Montmorency]

Writeup incoming ~15 min.

I pared it down because I don't want you to hate me too much.

[Montmorency]

Day Five

The march from the laboratories had the grim air of a death march. There was something of a stolid resignation about them all, as if they walked half in another world between lines of nameless guards to a certain and familiar doom, the memory of the warriors who went abroad replaced by nefandous, recriminatory fatalism.

The ragged band finally reached the nerve center of the facility, the command room. it was here that all manner of data from around the base, its exterior, and agents worldwide was integrated, synthesized, and interpreted. Most of the equipment lay in ruin from the initial storming, the dozens of corpses still strewn about the machines and the floor. Marines set to work clearing space for the camp.

It had all come back to this.

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(Activate! Metaphysical License: Monologue)

Five days ago, fewer than a tenth of the UMENSES initial strength were alive following the successful assault on the center of Bionic operations. Major Montmorency had taken over as Commanding Officer following General Hankerchief's death in an ambush. Now, of even they less than a company's worth remained. The Marines' record since descending into the complex was one of unmitigated failure fostering crippling paranoia and self-brutalization.

They were all probably going to die here. Even after they had effectively won the battle, they were about to lose the battle.

Even worse, their failure could unleash a threat upon the world more potent and fearsome than Bionics.

In so many words, an Apocalypse Now breakdown was imminent.



BorgPicard, whose dogtag RFID would have read "Captain LordArgon" had he had one, was tired of the niggling suspicion coming his way from time to time lately.

He had never before come in contact with unmodified humans before. The recent proximity generated a grudging appreciation in him, for the relative ingenuity of existence among Bionics.

He wanted to feel himself again, consummately, and soon.

Today the attention was especially insistent, as the UMEN detective, punier than even the rest of the humans, had ostensibly placed some of their number above suspicion.

Borg heard it again and again, the loathing in their sneering voices, as they rebuked his creepy mannerisms, his abnormal gait, his comically-stilted speech, and more.

No more mincing. No more spying and lurking.

It was time to get his. He had the power.

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Borg removed his helmet and relieved his face upon the cool air. The helmet seemed to liquefy in his hands, seamlessly dripping back into his skin. A nearby Marine witnessed the unspeakable violation of natural law and fired wildly at Borg between screams.



Borg languidly approached the offending Marine and without any evident exertion detached his head, which he tossed at the feet of Major Montmorency. The body remained standing, but slack, the blood stopped all inside.

The Major called his troops to the ready: Look out boys, we got us a live one!

They broke through their trance of despair to the stimulus of danger. Squads spread out and semi-ringed it, it formerly known as BorgPicard.

BorgPicard's grin had too many teeth. While he laughed, brief glimpses of his open throat mesmerized like a whirlpool.

But he raised two good arms up in that familiar gesture of yielding.

My dear sapients - one long tooth glinted gleefully - to harm you is quite beneath me, such as you are. I only wish to impose upon your gracious assistance a small task. You see, it is those two I am pursuing.

It pointed at the Bionics amid the Marines, who did not flinch as all eyes turned to them. They alone had not taken combat positions, standing upright and in the open.

It is they who have caused us both such misery, and whose destruction would delight all. I will take them and assimilate what rightfully belongs to me. All I ask is that you stand out of my way. Thus your hysterical martial mission will be accomplished and your designs briefly satisfied.

It would be my pleasure to offer you a full day's head start in removing yourselves from this place before - unspecifiable - harms befall you.

It let silence settle over the dumbfounded humans for a time, as its humanoid shape sinuously deformed, or better to say unformed out of the pseudo-armor. What it resembled now was not a man but a hulking amorphous pulp of gasping maws.

Approximately 24% of Marines had shit themselves at this point.




Marvelous! Simply extraordinary! Subarashii!

Lieutenant Vroendal strode out into the gap between monster and Marines, clapping his hands.

I could never have imagined you would be capable of such sophistication, creature. How wonderful that you were leashed, once. But your cognition is nevertheless far beneath our level.

Turning back to the stunned Marines, he spread his arms wide and high.

Look upon our works, ye minnows, and despair!

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I too have reached the limit of my patience, declaimed Supralatus Vroendal. His Marine disguise faded out, revealing the poised figure of one of the most formidable Bionics in existence.

He was disappointed that the elite Marines had stuck to passivity throughout the show; he would have liked to have extracted quiescence through coercion, not stupefaction.

So he fired his Sensory Disrupter at the Alien Werewolf, sending it into shrieking paroxysms. As it writhed he turned back toward the formation.

This is how we proceed. The monster we have before us - Bionic property - is currently, by day, in its weak state. It is no match for me currently. In fact, I myself could destroy it and every last one of you along with it. It is absolutely pathetic how overmatched you all are, and how much time you have wasted.

But out of, heh, "respect", for your Marine code of honor, I will afford you the grace of dying in noble combat rather than through unceremonious execution.

So: you all, proceed to wipe out this alien abomination for me, and once you are done you will receive quick and merciful deaths from me. If you run, you die.

Is that a deal?

Major Montmorency? Sir? Vroendal mugged at the last.

Fight well and prove your worth in the name of UMEN, devil dogs!

The Major too shit his pants, or more precisely, his girdle.

Whoever wins, we lose! he cried out haplessly.






The sound became increasingly warped, until no longer recognizable as laughter but as a scratchy warble in their bones.

A̸҉g̵͠a̡͘in,̷̢ ̡̧̀y͝o͘u̸ ̧ma͟y͝ ͞lo̴ok̴̶ ̴u̷p̷̷̀o͠͏n̛ l͡į̵́f̧̧e̴͢͝ ̛á̵s̨͟ ҉a̴n̴ ̡u̧͝n̛p͜҉͢r̶ơf́i̷̡͡t͜a͝b̕͟ļ̴̀é̵ e̛p͘i̶̴s̕o͏̕d̨͡e̢,̵̧͘ ̴d̛͟iş̷̀t̛u̴̴͜ŗ͡͠b͠i̧͡n͟g̢ ̀t̀he̴̴̢ ͞b͢l̷͏e̴͏sś̶͘e͘d̶̀ ̨c҉͜a͏͢ĺ̢m͏̵͏ ͏of̵̶̨ ̷̸͞ńo͏ń͟-̸̨̧e̵̢x͡͏i̧͟s̀t̡́e̸n҉̛c̵̢e̴̷.҉ ͎A͓n̩̞ḍ̖̹,̬̗̖̼ i͈̖̰͔̲n͎̰͔̘̩ ͎̹͕̮̮̰a̱̳n̻̫͇y̩̭͙̞̼̳͈ ̦̙c̠a̘͓̬̣͕͕͎s̲͓͎e͔͓͎,̟͖̥ ̭̭̺͍̭̲e̝̹̻̳̜͔vḛn̩̬̣̱̩̝ ͚͔̘͕t̳͉̖͉̮̻ho͈̰u̦͇̥̹̻̪̩g͚̗̯̳̼͇h̻ t̟͖̻̗̻h̪̻̤ͅi̞̻̤̺̟̼̫n͙̬͙g̦̼͙̟̞ͅs̘͚̥̭ ̳̜͔̖̞̣h͓͖a͈͖͍̤v̖̗e̲ ̝͕̝̹̭go͎̘̥̪n͕͚͇̞͙̩̺e̼ͅ ̙͇w̮̗i̭͇͉̰͓ͅͅt͉͓̳ͅh͇̫ ͔̗͕̰ͅyo̬u̥̜̭̺̫̭ ̞͉͈͓̥͚̦t̝̞̜ọ̞͙ͅl̺e̥̬̜r̫̙͓̝͈a͕b̥l̫͇̬̜̲̫̜y̳̞ ͕͙̞̳̩̼w͓̞e̪̖͙̠̜͈l͙̭͕͚͍̩͔l,̦ ͓̫̞̰t̪̲͉̙̦͎ḥ͕ͅe̳͉̲͙̻ ͙͕̰̻̲͔l͈onge̼̜͙͔r͍ ͍͉̥͍͚͕y͓͉̪o̰͎̻̯̭̲u̫̲̗̪ l̲̥͔̭̰̯̫i͈͔̝̜v̘̲̳e ̫̪̙͓͇̥̲t͓̙̭͍͇̳̲h͈͚͉͈̟͔e̻ ͎̝̻̜m̜͕̻o͖̖r̭͎̦̟̪̳e̝̠̱̻̜̫ ͔̟̺̙̖̭c̞͉l͚e͖͈͎a̙r͈̯̳͕̙̭l̦̣̟̫̼̣ͅy̜̳̺̜̳̗ ̠̙̗̼̫̝̟y̯̤̦o̞u̞͎̦̪̝͔͇ ͇̭̥̰w͙i̫l̻̺̳l ̖f̲̰̣͖̪̰e͔͕͕e͕͙l̩͈̯̼̼̥̙ t̩͈̜h̪͉̼̳̘a̲͙̰̣ͅt̞̟͍͎̘ͅ,̤͈̱̱͉͕̬ on͎͇̲̳̯ ̤̘̣̤ͅt̹h̳̯͎ͅe ̖̰͓͕w̰̺̭͉̻̟̠h̻̩̫̹̭̻o͇ḻ̞ͅe͍͉̫,̞̲̫̙̟ li͉̙f̦͚e̖ ̞ḭ͓̞̙̖͙̗s͚̙͚͎ ̣̞͚͔a̯̪̱ ̻̝̻d̫͖̠̺i͍͈̗̹͙̬sa̭̯̦̪͎ͅp̗̲͎̼̤p̗̜̯o͈in̰tm̯̖͎̜̣e͓n͓̳͎t̤̫̞̹̬̪̪,̮ ̱̜̙̪͍n̙̻̖a͖̭y̲͇̻,͕͔̯̮͔͍ ͓͚̺̪̩̮̺a͍̝̜ ̰̺̺̝̰͈̪c̼͈̠̗̳̬he̙̣͎a͎̣̣͔̯t.̰̖̱̤̣ If̴̷ ̢t̀͟w͘ơ͜ ͞͠͠m̧͞҉è͘n̕͝ w̴̶hơ͞ ̷͞w͢ęŕ́͢e̷ ̴҉f̷̸҉r̴i̶͜͜e̵ņ͜͞d̛͢͠s ̶i̕n̴ ͜the̸͜҉į̶r͠ ̧̡y҉o̧͜u̴͢͜t̢͘h̸̕͟ ̛m̵̕èe͞t͞ ̷̛a̛͢g̶͠a̡͜ì̢̛n ̷w͝͏͏h̶͡e̷̷n ́͝t̢͡h͝e̡͠y̷̡ ̴͟a̸̧̕r̢e ̧́͠o̶l҉͞͝d͏̸,́̕ ̷͘a̴̧fte̢r̨ b̶̸̀e͡in̕҉g҉ ̸͢s͞҉e͝͝p͘̕ar̸͘at̷̵e͏̛d̵̨̡ ̀f̛͜o̷r̴̛ a̧̡ ҉͢l̴̀͢i̶̴͟f͜e-̀͜t̵͡í҉̡m̡͟e̢͠,҉̸ ̢̛͡th͟é̢ ̵͟c̷h̀͢͡i̶̷̧é͏͜f̡̕ ̛͝f̧̀è̴͝e҉͟҉ļ́i̢n҉g͞ ̷͡t̷͝͡h̕e͏y̸ ̢w̴̢i͘ll͟ ̵̀͝h́av̶̀e͘ ̡a̴t̸ ̷͠t̶͞h͏̧̀e si̕ģ͢h̴t͟ ̨̀ó͢f ̵̸e̡͞a̕͘c͠͏h͘͜͞ ̶̨ot̶͠h͏̡e͢r̛͢͝ w͜i̸lļ͏ ̧b̕é̛͜ on̵̢͠e ͟o̧̕f͡ ̡c͠ơ̸m̸̵p͜͠let̵̨̕e̸ ̛d͘i̵̡s̀͞a̧p̷p͜ò̧҉i͢nt̨̛m̵̢̀e̛͏n͘͞t ̵̡a̸͢t ̢͝l͘i̴fȩ͡͡ ̸as̷ ̷̧a ́ẁ̧͜h́͝ol͢͠e͠͡;̕͘ ҉b͜͠è͟c̸̀a̷̛u̧s̀e̸ t̨h͠͡e̷ir̀ ̨th̨͘o̶u̕g̶̛h͞t̡ś̶ ́w̨i͝l̶̨l͟҉ be̴͢͟ ͜͟cą͡͝r̷͡r̴͢i͢ed͘ ̀b̷á̴͟c̛͘k͘ ̕͡t̢̛͟ǫ ̴̶t͜h̵̨̢at͡ ̧̕ear̶̴͘ĺ͡įe҉͘r̛͜ ţ͟͟i͞ḿ̡͢e̵͜ wh̴͜e͢͟n͝͠͏ ҉͜l̨͝i͜f҉̴ȩ͞ s̴e̸͢e͠m̧͜͝e̴̡ḑ s͏̶̛ơ͡ ͜͢҉f̴a͞i͏ŕ̴͢ ͡a͘ş ̶͜ít͟͞҉ ̵lày͘ sp̵̢͡r̕͟͢é͝a͏̨d̴̀ ҉o̸ut͟ ̀b̧e̕fo͏̵̨r̕̕e͏̷̨ ̷̷͞t̸͞ḩ͜͞e̴͝͞m͞ ̷̡i҉̵n̷̡̕ ̀͝th͠e̵̢͠ ͘̕͏r̶o̷͢s̨͢y̵̡͜ lig͏̶͠ht ̸҉of͜ ̕͡͞d̶̕a͝wn̨,̢ p̨͘ro̸̢ḿi̴s͝҉҉è̷͟d҉ ́͜s͠҉͝o̡̨ ̡̕m̴̕͡uc̕h̛—a̷nd̨̛͘ ͜͞t̢͟͡h͞e̷̕͜n̛ ҉̴pe̷̕҉r̷f̢͘͢ó͘r̴͟m̢̡e͜d̛҉ ̕ś̴o̧͞ ̕͜͝l͠i̡̨͜t͘͠t̵̢́l͏e̷͏̡.̛ T͢͝h̷̷̛i͏̴̡s̢҉ ͘͜f͢é͡e͜͝͠l̷҉ín͞g̶̛ w̸̴͡i͘ll ̧ş͏̶o͢ ̡c̶͞ò̴͞ḿ̧̛p͝l͢e̸͡t͏͢e͟͡l̸̢y̵ ̶͟ṕŗ̵e͠҉do̵̷͢m͘͝i͞nat́e̢ o͡v͟e̕͢r̵͘ ̶e̛͡v̡͘ȩr͘͠ý͢ ̵́ot̷̸͟he̴͘͘r͢ ̷̕t͜͢h̡͡at̵҉̛ th͡e͏̡̢y҉ w͞͞į͝l͟͢l̷̡҉ ̴̡̀n̨҉ò̧̀t ̸͠e̴҉ve̴͡n̢͘ ̨̀͠c̶̴ǫ̴͢ns̕͝íd̛҉e̶r ̸̷̸i͢͡t̸͠ ̷́͠ń̨͜ec̡͟ȩs̴sà͢r̢͏y̷̴ ͘to̕͠ ̷́͞giv̢͟e̛ ̶i̛t̴̵́ ̡͠͡w̕͟҉o̴ŕ̛ds̀;͞ ̨͏b͏̸̸ut͢͢͡ ́͜ò҉n̛͘ ȩit̢́h̸͢ęŕ͟ ̷s҉i͜͝d̕͏ę̸ ̵́̕i͠t ͡wi҉̡̢l̡͏l͠ ̡͘b͠e̵͝ ̷͝s̢i͜l̨̀҉e̷̛n̴̢t̴͞l͏y̷͞ ͟͡as̶̢s͜͏um͜͏͡e͟d͝,̨ ̀ąnd̀҉ ̷f̶̧or͘͏҉m̢̧͞ ͠t̢h͢e͘҉ g҉̡r̶͝o̷͏̕u͜n̴d҉̷̕-̛w̡͢ǫ̷r̡̀k̢͡ ͡o̶͘f̀ ̶a̵͞l͠l̕͟͠ ̨t͏̢͘h͢ę͞y̢̢ ͢ha͏̀v҉͞e͞ ̴̶̡t̛o̸͢ ͝t̡́͡à̕͝l̕k̸̨ ̴͜͢á͘͞b͠o̕u̧t̡́.̀
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̤̻B̫͚̝̥u͙t̝̙̗ ͕͉͉̥m͓̖͎̣̟͉i̗̤̜͖sfo̫̙̬ͅr̹͕̠͔t̞̮̙̩u͎ṉ̱͇͈͇e̥̩ ̪͎̺̫h̤ḁ͚s̜̘͔ͅ ̻̗i̥̳̹͕͈̖t̰͉̯̣s̖͉̯̘ͅ ̙̩̻̲u̘̰̗s͚͉͍͎ͅẹ̯̳͙s͙̬ͅ;̩͖͈͚̹͇ ̜f͉͈̱o̜r͓͓̗, ͇̥̤͈̗͖a͍͚ͅs̖̣̺̭̰ o͖u͔͎͔̤̯r̠ b̺̤̰͖̻o͖̦̺d̳̪̬͈͇̲i̤̘l̳̺͉y ̳̫͇f̗͚̪r͙̳̯̲̘͉a͙̦̩̬m̫̲e̟̝̟ w̘̬͎͚͍o̦̗̠u͉͍͉̹̝̠l̬̲͈̠̺d̻͎͓̯ ̩b̭ur̮̱̫͕̜̱s͓͚͕̱t̮͈ ̲̠̪a͕̘̹̤̺ͅs̘̬̮̞̖u͇̪͙n̻̹d̯̭̱̮̙̦͔e̖̠̗̭͙̬r̦͓͍̬ ͚͍͕if̘͖͖̮͙͖̭ t̰̫h͉͙̻̠̬͚̖e̘̜̜ ͇̟p̲̯̻r̦͉e̝͉̮̬̩͓s͎̠͉͉̞su̘͙̯̞r̟̣̪͇͔̪̣e̱̰͕̪ o̯͉̥̝f̮̭͕̯̝ ̳ț̮̼̻̲͙h̭̗̮e̺̩͇͈ ̬̘a̱͈͙͍̝t̘̘͎̱̮̱͍m͎̭̗͓̗o̫̲̤̱̤̼s̤͇̝̜̤p̜̣̣͚͎̲he͉̠r͉̥͖̞̭͙e̯̤̺͎ ̞̩w̜̣̳͚͎̤̻a̲̻̙ͅs̹ ̺͍r̪̘̣e͔̖͙̲̺̳m̠̲̼͕̺̞͕o̤̹v̠̻̯͓e̩̺̰̮̲d͖̫̬̝̜,͖̫ s̞̼̝̫͔͙o͍̪͕̥͖̖,͖̺̞̥͇̭̳ i̼̮͚͓̪̦̪f͔̬̺̞ the̩̦ ͖͔͎̭͉̲̲liv̬̞e̮͎̜̳̥s͎ ̝̦͓̘͕ͅo̖̦̪f͙͕͉̩ ̪͖̪me̻̮͚͍n̦̰̝̜̲͈ ͕̙͖̝͍̠̥w̠͉̲̮͇̖̞ḛ̱r̥͉͚̤͉̼̣e͙͓͙͈͕ ̹̤̯̹r͉͕̜͓̻̜e͕̤͓̘͍l̖͎̪̮̗͍̦i͍̫̲̙̯̳ẹ̞̯͕͈̟ͅv͇͇̘͚͔e̤̠̤̫̱d̹̜̱̺ ͔͉o̘̲̭̖̬f̩̜̼̬̘ͅ ̰a͙͈l̤l͙̺̩͇̜ ̰̹̝̣̣̜n̘͉̜͚͍̦e̟̯̥̰̠̱͕e͔d,̙̘̺̲̰̱ ̜͈͈̱h̝͔͇̝̥̹̦a̞̝̺̺̗̲r͍̹ds̼͎͈̳̳ͅh̥̱̯̱̦i̩̹͔p̫ ͙̲a̼̠̺n͈̯͉d̤̳͚̥͓̝̖ ̥̘ad̤v̯͖͈͕̙̦e͙̼̣͖̪̠r̼ͅs̺̣̥̭i̼̗̲̩̜̜t͕y̺̬̘̰̲;̘̝͕̩ i̤̣̠͍̖f ͓̩͙̤̲̱̘e͖̰̤v̖͍̘̹͎͕̥e̮̲̜̖̳̫̘r̳̦͚̟̩y̲͖͇͚̤̦t̬̖̳͙̭͙h̠̻͇͚̟i̮̗̮͈n̠̼̠̖g̲͍ ̬̲̖̳̲t͕͈̘̗̫h̙̜͈͉͖̺e̲̲̼ͅy̜̝̯̩ ̖̭͚̼t̹̩͓o̙͙̩̺̹o̤̙͔̭k̞̩͖͕ ͍͉̼͇i̞͈̲n̠͖̦̤̜ ͇̤̻̼͙͉h̭̱̫̥̥͚a͍̼n̤̺ḓ̘̝̱̞̹ ̻̹͚̠̻̝͉w̩̠͙̞͔̮̫e̮͔̻̱̹̞r̖e̫̠ ̣͙s̜̭̟̗̜̺ͅu͈̫̬ͅc͕̘̼ͅc̺̲̠e̖̙̪͍̦͕ssf̮̗̤̬̱u͚̼̖̜̻̫l̻,͎̘̗̪̱͕ ̟͍̝̠̬t̳̩h͕͓ey ͕w͚̠̺̞ͅo̦̘̩u̞̮̙̹̰̖̠l͈͎̞͇̥͖d ̼̫̞͈̫b̯̻͍e̩͔͈ ̘͔̞s͕͓o͓ ̯̱̜̯̱̞s̙͈̼͈̲w̝̣o̳̝͙͎l͚̼l͔e̱n͎͈̱̖ͅ ̠͓̦̞̼w̠̞͓͖͔i̼̬th̖͚͓̲̘̻̮ ̤͖̦̼̙ͅͅa̜͉̪̼rro̼g͍̺a̲̣n͕̼͙̫ͅc̝͎e̱̯͉̰͙̞ ͕͉̹͍̬̯t̩̥h̺̥͎̼ͅḁ̪̬̮̟̺ͅt,̩̜̗ͅ ͓̥̞̹͔t̜͍h̤o̜̥̻͎̻u̮̞̹͖̜̩̱g͕̟̺̲̫h̩̗̹͖ͅͅ ͔͉t̳͕hḙ̺͖̞̲̫y̯͕͎̘̝̼̘ ̭ͅm̻͓̪̹̲͉i̩g̙̝̲̺͙̮ͅh̹̭t̻͉ ̫̫͕̦̗n̥̤̜̞͍̙̳o͔͍t͕͕͖ b͙̫̬̫̻̖u̳̳̞̳̲̙̺r̠ṣ̮̦͎̪̳̬ț,͍ ͉̻͍̹̟̲t̩̺̼̝̭he͉̠̳̗y̝̼̗̯̻ ͕̲̻w̫͕͙͉͓͉͕o̗̣u̠͉̯̝̘ͅl̰̯d̘̮ ͕͎̪̫̫ͅp͈͖̘̳̭̣res̜̪̼̩͔͎͕e̖̖͙n̰͎t̘͈̩̤͔̜̥ th͈̲͚̱e̯̹͎ ̼̰͔̞͓̭̞s̰̦̙̰͈p̫̣̭̳e̥̗̼c̦ͅta̜͕c̻lḙ̥̠̙͈͓ ̩͕͓̪͔͍o͖͖f ̦͈u̮̖͚n̤̩̗̭br̳̳̱̰̞i̼̳̰͙͖d̺ḽ͕̮͔̱e̳͓d̩͚ ̝̩f̯o̟̮̪̜͓͈͕ll̻̺̘͚̼̱̱y̤͈̟̲—͙̦n̰̘̻a̫̭̣̝̯̩y̹̺̬̣̲̤̩,̻̰ t͉͚̥̹̻̙̪h̗̘͚̩e̝̯̗͇̻y̳͈͙͚̙ ̱̼͎w͙o̩̠̫̹̺̖̞u̟͖̯̫l̺͓͇̬͎d̬͙̠͙̼͓͇ ͍̞ͅg͈o͍̘ ̦͉̠͕̰m̟a̟͕̙̘̗͓d.͙ ̦̲̦̳A̮̤̺n͔̗͖̤̥̮d ̫̼̙̞̥͍̖I͚ ̬͖̭̼̫̹̟m̫̙͈̥a̖̖̯͕̰y̻̬̲̯ͅ ̮̗s̻̼͚ͅa͎̤y̖̻,̬̤ ̺͚͙̦̱͔͕f̤̭u͓̥̰̣͇͖̻r̪t͇͙̥̼͖ͅhe̞̞̫̟̱̖r̬͚, ̗̺͉̪̳̩̯t͚̞̙ẖ͓̲͉̪̠͚a̬t̖ ͚͇a͈ ̰̙̲̯͇͓͖cͅe͕͖̦̹r̮t̮a͔͎̖i̫̬̪̰̪̼ͅn̪̥̠͔̞̩̤ ̻̩a͖m̤͔̘͍̦̖o̹̖̩u̯͕n͔̪t͕͙ ̞o͉͎̻ͅf̺ ca̦͚͙r͎̬̗̻̳e̼͙̫̱ ̥̰̯̼͎̳o̦͎̯͈̭̪̗r ̠͎p̠̦̦̗͚̬a̳̲̦̭i̻̱ṇ̜̙ ̞̼̖̟o͙͓r̭͓ t͉̥͙̘̙̬r̠̬͈̭͔̘o̪͎̖̺̳u̻̦͖͎b̰̦͔̙ḻe̘̭͎̩͉ ̱̬̘̫̤i̯͎̰s̹̳̙ͅ n͓̳e̻̪ce̬̜̘̺̠͇̜s͎s̩̯̲͇͖͇̦a̞̬̫͓̻̞ry̬̦͚̱̟̻̪ ͇̪f̰̜̱or̭͈͕̰ e̘̤͉v̖̘͕͇e͔̠̗͓͙̤r̜̙̘y͎̭͕͖ ͇̯͔m͔̯͙͔̹͓ͅa̝n̻̱͚̹ a͓̜̙̖̞̘ͅt͉̝͕ ͈̳͍ͅa̦̲̲ͅl̞͎l̺̼̲̞̰̮ ͍̥̘̯̻t͍i̠̖me͎̫̖͈̩̩̬s.̻͔ ̼̪̥̝̻A̜̥̮̬ ͖̤s̠̭̥͖̝̳h̺̜̙͙̬͔i̺̲̜̩̻ͅp̮̰̫̰ ̘̗̥̹̹̠̠w̤̙ͅi̲͕t͔̘̯̫̳ͅho̩̳͓̝͍u̞͚t̫ ̺b̺a̩̹̜͓l͍̖̥̗l̩̲̻̱͇̮a̮st̥̘͕ ̩̙͙̯͍̠i̼̖͚̙̼s͎͕̠͕̤̜ u̪̼n̳̗s͔̻ta̼͓̠̙̦̗̫b͓̤̘̦̝̙le̖̻̺ ͓͍̥̰a͖n̞̹ḏ̹̻ w̮̹͉i̲̖ḻ̞̹l͚̣͕̠ ͅn̺̞̺̮͇ͅo̰̼̺̤͙͍͎t͎̻̦̙̜̝ ̯̗go ̦̹̻s̝̹̻͙̱̘̭t̗͓͎rai͇̥͓̪g̘̼̻͎̲h̜̺t.͖̰̳̱͈͕͍

I̵f̴ ̴y̸o̴u̴ ̸a̵c̵c̵u̸s̵t̶o̵m̸ ̴y̸o̵u̶r̵s̸e̸l̵f̷ ̶t̶o̸ ̸t̵h̶i̶s̴ ̵v̴i̵e̴w̸ ̸o̷f̶ ̸l̸i̵f̵e̷ ̵y̸o̶u̴ ̴w̶i̶l̸l̶ ̴r̸e̴g̶u̷l̵a̶t̴e̷ ̴y̸o̶u̶r̵ ̴e̴x̵p̴e̴c̵t̵a̸t̴i̵o̸n̸s̴ ̵a̷c̶c̶o̶r̷d̵i̸n̸g̸l̵y̴,̴ ̴a̴n̷d̴ ̴c̶e̴a̵s̶e̸ ̵t̶o̸ ̴l̵o̷o̷k̷ ̴u̸p̶o̴n̷ ̴a̵l̵l̵ ̶i̴t̶s̷ ̵d̵i̶s̶a̴g̵r̵e̶e̷a̵b̴l̴e̵ ̸i̵n̶c̵i̴d̵e̶n̸t̶s̷,̵ ̵g̸r̸e̶a̴t̷ ̸a̴n̸d̷ ̶s̵m̵a̵l̴l̷,̴ ̴i̵t̴s̵ ̶s̵u̴f̸f̶e̶r̶i̴n̶g̶s̸,̸ ̷i̴t̸s̸ ̶w̷o̸r̵r̶i̶e̸s̵,̸ ̵i̶t̴s̷ ̴m̴i̵s̷e̴r̴y̷,̸ ̵a̷s̵ ̸a̶n̶y̷t̶h̴i̴n̵g̵ ̶u̸n̶u̵s̷u̵a̵l̶ ̵o̸r̶ ̸i̷r̶r̵e̸g̵u̵l̸a̷r̷;̷ ̶n̶a̵y̴,̴ ̴y̶o̶u̴ ̴w̷i̸l̵l̸ ̶f̷i̶n̸d̶ ̶t̸h̴a̸t̸ ̸e̴v̶e̸r̴y̵t̴h̶i̴n̴g̵ ̸i̴s̷ ̷a̴s̴ ̸i̸t̷ ̷s̶h̸o̴u̵l̴d̶ ̷b̷e̷,̶ ̴i̶n̴ ̵a̶ ̸w̴o̴r̴l̵d̷ ̶w̸h̶e̶r̸e̴ ̷e̸a̵c̸h̷ ̴o̵f̵ ̷u̷s̴ ̶p̴a̶y̸s̸ ̸t̶h̶e̴ ̴p̸e̸n̶a̴l̸t̵y̵ ̷o̷f̵ ̴e̴x̶i̸s̴t̶e̷n̴c̶e̶ ̴i̶n̵ ̴h̶i̸s̴ ̸o̸w̴n̴ ̵p̸e̶c̴u̸l̷i̶a̶r̴ ̷w̸a̶y̵.̶

Vroendal stuggled, but he could not budge. Somehow he felt fixed in place. Activating all sensory spectra, he applied statistical reverse inference - there!

While he spoke BAKEMONO had infiltrated his flesh with a mass of microscopic tendrils, photocarbonic fibers. The graphical representation showed its coruscating essence pouring in and infecting Vroendal's being. A lambent trickling encroached through all his form until it lapped and exuded, melting away flesh and fusing metal ----

Only now, at the end, did Vroendal truly realize his hubris, the hubris of his kind. But this Supralatus of the Eximium wasn't done yet. He unleashed a peripheral wave that obliterated his vicinity, sending the monster reeling.

It was almost too late. The once-poised figure now resembled a flimsy and brittle plastic wrap.

The Infiltrator meanwhile emerged to defend her superior.

Blasting into the alien, she shouted, You slimly, gutsucking, intestinal parasite! Eat me! EAT MEEEE!



But it sensed her ploy and, to her shame, she could not perceive the basic-ass giant tentacle flung her way before it slammed her off into a distant wall, cratering it.

The Marines were firing by now, but more so at Vroendal than the monster. In his state he knew he was too close to death. Too much had gone wrong just now. Had the Marines prioritized the alien the Bionic cell would still prevail... Somehow, Vroendal could find it to chuckle silently at the wisdom the creature had spoken.

He swept positron beams across the Marine position, smugly killing a dozen at once (his systems weren't even at full functionality!) but BAKEMONO used the distraction to launch itself into the air; the Bionic failed to resist its pounce.

With seconds until complete assimilation, Vroendal deployed the most desperate measure a Bionic could: the core dump.

The monster inflated to double its already-swollen size as the equivalent of a thousand tons of CNEX erupted within its physical boundary.

It wobbled... then steadied.

The blast was contained.

So died Vroendal, Supralatus of the Eximium. His breath was more precious than the breath of hundreds, and his death was more precious than the death of hundreds.

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Despite the carnage, the Alien Werewolf had absorbed almost as much power from the Bionic as it had lost in the ongoing fracas. The threat was incalculable.

It warbled and keened and shook terribly as the absorbed energy coursed through all its extremities.

All Marines were firing under the Major's direction now, to seemingly little effect other than momentary puddles along its surface. With lurches only tinged with faltering, the grotesque advanced on the living Marines.

The Infiltrator, having picked herself up, now retreated with cloaking. She would have to find some other way to damage BAKEMONO. Lacking much long-range weaponry, there was no way she could risk closing to melee range.

Good thing she had collected some fusion grenades back when the cadre visited the armory.

Lobbing them one after another at the writhing monstrosity, the brilliant flare of nuclear fire stopped the battle cold.

Snarling plasticy wolf-shaped goo began to spring out of the alien's flailing form. The cue directed the Marines to begin tossing their own, plasma, grenades.

There was a lot of unearthly screeching, both from the monster and from the humans. Basically everyone had shit themselves by now, even the Infiltrator, and the Infiltrator didn't even have her original colon anymore.



As concentrated fire poured into it from all directions, immobilizing it with damage, one of the creature's deformed projections lashed out at the nearest Marine squad, instantly rendering them into pink mist.

"All center peel!" the Major screamed. The entire group gratefully bugged out as what had once been LordArgon slouched after them in a variety of directions at once, flesh still flaring from the laser beams.

It shuddered dreadfully as several layers of itself appeared to slough off and regrow in seconds. The creature acquired the mien of a single squamous maw regurgitating a thick tongue by peristaltic palpitation. Like one of those Annoying Fruit memes from a century ago, but much worse. Unimaginably worse.

Could it be transmogrifying into its Ultimate Form?!

Everyone lobbed every plasma grenade they had into the thing's maw and ducked for cover, those who weren't already out of the command room at least. Some of the grenades overshot and sizzled an annex. The rest still did the trick, though.

Very clean burn, that. Despite being left unable to inspect the obliterated ruin of the room, the survivors could determine...

The ionized fog where it had occupied space began to coalesce and effervesce, glowing and swirling with greater intensity by the second. It glowed the way the walls had glowed, a sight no one survived to recall today but whose intimation had been planted in their minds as a vague familiarity on the fateful night NANOOK and CutePanda perished.

All activity ceased as the color vibrated in mid-air...

A Technicolor maelstrom shot like a pillar upward on the spot, boring into the ceiling and the Earth's crust. The commotion was just awful, sweeping everyone alive to the ground, and pinning them there until they saw stars. They quaked and roiled with horror.

The feeling persisted even as the energy dissipated. Few could bring themselves to pick themselves up again just yet.

They weren't even done despite it all.



Borg Picard was a

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Alien Werewolf aka BAKEMONO!

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Alien Werewolf
Codename:
BAKEMONO

No human alive now knows what you are or where you came from.
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They parasitized you.
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Take it back.

You are the Serial Killer. You may generally kill at night. You must submit an order to kill someone whenever you would be eligible to.

Victory Conditions
Total Defeat: Die without assimilating any Bionics (Mafia).
Major Defeat: Die while assimilating either one or two Bionics.
Minor Victory: Survive to be the last player standing without assimilating any Bionics.
Major Victory: Survive to be the last player standing while assimilating either one or two Bionics.
Total Victory: Assimilate all Bionics and survive Doomsday.

Abilities
Resilient (passive): 2X bulletproof versus nightkill (Note that retaining a BP to F3 with 1 mafia and 1 townie automatically counts as a parity victory for you)

Prior Restraint: Perform a N0 alignment scan. Submit orders before game start; if no orders are received by mid-D1 you will forfeit this seer peek.
Weak Essence (passive): You must regain what the humans took from you to achieve your true form. Before you do so you are strained by disassembling non-enhanced humans. If a kill ever lands on Town while any Mafia are alive, you must charge your next kill/s (skip one night). During a round when you have to skip the NK, you can instead...
Desperate Spoor: Perform an unframeable alignment scan on a target, probably better than anything the unmod humans can achieve.
Vengeful Ferocity (passive): If you are ousted with less than a majority vote, randomly kill a voter on your wagon. If you are ousted while in Prime form, always randomly kill a voter on your wagon. (In higher transformations, this ability will be removed for balance.)

Evolution (passive): If you kill a mafia, gain an extra kill. Each kill increments your base form (Prime, Double Prime, Triple Prime), up to your Ultimate Transformation. Weak Essence still applies until all Mafia are dead, one way or another.
(You cannot Evolve by assisting the unmodified humans in killing Bionics during the day!)

• If all Mafia are dead, and you killed none of them, you can thence kill every other night.
• If all Mafia are dead, and you killed one of them, you can thence kill once per night.
• If all Mafia are dead and you killed two of them, you can thence kill twice per night.

Triple Prime Transformation (passive): If you personally eliminated the entire Mafia faction, you achieve Triple Prime and the next day is DOOMSDAY. Survive Doomsday and you win.
If this occurs before N4, there is a day's delay as you consolidate your energies. Your hidden post cap for that day is 10. The night of that day you perform four kills and enter Doomsday on Day+1.
(For example, if you have a perfect mafia-killing record N1/2, you play D3 with a 10-post cap, kill 4 townies N3, and survive D4 to win.)
Note: If, on the same night that you would otherwise die, you kill your third mafia, you will survive by assuming Triple Prime form and Doomsday will initiate.

There is a hard 125-post cap Days 1-3. Vote-only posts do not count toward the cap during EOD only. Twilight is always uncapped.

Vroendal was a

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Bionic Supralatus!

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Bionic Supralatus

The fighting thus far had been contained to the cities and the battlefields, as UMEN understood that any frontal assault on your fortified territories would cripple their combat elements for naught. The Bionic Front did not anticipate a diagonal envelopment of one of its secret bases by official Bad Dudes. Now you know that UMEN teleportation platforms are operational. Though 99% of the strike force has been neutralized, almost all your comrades in the sector have been killed or subdued, including the Praefectus of the Libertanian continent itself. You three are the only Bionic survivors of a tempest that has left tens of thousands dead in just hours. Moreover, the unique biochemical experiments being carried out at this location have been destroyed or disrupted. There is one whom we prize above all: BAKEMONO.

An extraterrestrial of maximum hazard and value stages, even the record of how it was acquired is too precious to be known to you. While we have no means of recovering the specimen under present conditions, we must not permit UMEN to capture it for themselves (assuming they are even capable of such a feat) nor the alien itself to wander off into the world. Destroy it and salvage what can be. Luckily, we expect this particular specimen to be struggling under the quantological restraints we've maintained it under. As long as none of us fall into its clutches, we can't lose. To that purpose, we can neither overtly act against UMEN nor the alien, lest one overwhelm us while we destroy the other in detail...

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As one of the most well-modified Bonics around, one who is considered to have been carried beyond human ken, you are naturally the strongest-surviving Bionic. In a fair fight against all surviving UMENSES commandos, you could probably win. Your bleeding-edge enhancements allow you to blend into and fight through almost any circumstance. Why, it's rather difficult for you to die by any purpose.

You are a Godfather (Mafia). The Mafia choose someone to kill at night. Kills are factional, and therefore not assigned (will not interfere with individual abilities). You win when BAKEMONO is slain and parity is met with Town, meaning Town cannot prevent your victory by numbers.

Your character's personal ability is Cybernetic Perfusion (passive): Your alignment will never be detectable to enemy roles.

[REDACTED]

FINAL TALLY

Borg (5): Vroendal, Laur, Winston, Csargo, Dolby
Dolby (1): Hollow
Hollow (1): Borg


Movement

[Hollow] Laur >> Dolby >> Winston >> Dolby
[Laur] Dolby >> Borg >> Hollow >> Borg >> Vro >> Borg
[Borg] Winston >> Dolby >> Hollow



Living Players (5)

hollowkatt (hollow/HK)
Dolby (Dolbster/Dolb)
Winston Hughes (Winston/WH/McGinty)
Csargo (Csar)
Laurentus (Laur)


Dead Players (12)

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Raskolnikov (D1)
c4e5g3d5 (N1)
Timsup2nothin (N1)
El-ahrairah (D2)
Garden Gnome (D3)
Lewwyn (N3)
CutePanda (N3)
NANOOK (N3)
Ibn-Khaldun (D4)
pzelda (N4)
BorgPicard (D5)
Vroendal (D5)

Tomorrow is the endgame. D6 will be 24 hours. You have unrestricted private communications (CC host) through the rest of the game.

[Montmorency]

NIGHT FIVE BEGINS

Send in orders if you have them.

There is no more postcap.

Unrestricted private comms (host CC) continues for the rest of the game.

Day 6 will be 24 hours (see Rules).

Phase ends

[Montmorency]

Oh , sorry people, I edited the N5 writeup into the N4 writeup.

[Montmorency]

Night Five

Following the battle, the latchkey interlopers of the once-mighty UMENSES sprawled about in exhaustion through the hallway to the command center. There they lay for hours, among them the surviving Bionic Interloper (looking worse for the wear). They were too tired, terrified, hungry, and/or injured to move much. A subsequent headcount confirmed that only

• Captain Hollow
• Captain Dolby
• Captain McGinty
• Lieutenant Laurentus
• Lieutenant Csargo
• Brevet Lieutenant Visorslash (somehow)

and some dozens of Marines under them in ad-hoc fashion were still active. One healthy Marine had been collecting injured Marines at checkpoints along the descent over the past days; hopefully they too were still alive, if not fit for duty. It was understood that the Bionics could hardly feel threatened enough to hunt down incapacitated foes.

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The headcount was soon outdated. The Infiltrator had engaged her emergency reserves and Latent Repair systems while resting unnoticed with the enemy. She would finish the work soon.

While the men dozed without sentry, she arose and surveyed the hallway. She still had a fusion grenade left over from the battle. Taking it into her hand and regarding it incuriously, she released the timer and lobbed it toward the end of the string of unready Marines down the hall. Then she quietly slid back to the floor.

The explosion caught a number of Marines and they all just kind of died. Half of UMENSES up in a flash. Laurentus didn't make it either.

Most of the Marines were roused by the aggression, but no one particularly noticed the Infiltrator as she continued to lie recumbent, recuperating.



Laurentus has died! He was a

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UMENSES Operator!

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

UMENSES Operator

You are a Marine, or maybe a whole fireteam of Marines, with at least 5 years of exemplary combat service.
Every one of you steely-eyed veterans has been blooded against the Bionics before.
The present battle engaged and after days of hard fighting both sides have nearly been wiped out.
Now, with the remnants of the Bionic command group cornered, you have your chance to fulfill your mission and return a hero.

You are Vanilla Town. You win when all threats to your mission are eliminated. Vote in the thread every day to liquidate potential threats.

There is a hard 125-post cap Days 1-3. Vote-only posts do not count toward the cap during EOD only. Twilight is always uncapped.

ENDGAME

DAY SIX BEGINS



Phase ends

Living Players (4)

hollowkatt (hollow/HK)
Dolby (Dolbster/Dolb)
Winston Hughes (Winston/WH/McGinty)
Csargo (Csar)

Dead Players (12)

Raskolnikov (D1)
c4e5g3d5 (N1)
Timsup2nothin (N1)
El-ahrairah (D2)
Garden Gnome (D3)
Lewwyn (N3)
CutePanda (N3)
NANOOK (N3)
Ibn-Khaldun (D4)
pzelda (N4)
BorgPicard (D5)
Vroendal (D5)
Laurentus (N5)

[hollowkatt]

alright, the first thing that we need to do today is analyze vro for spew. When I started looking at that about 30 minutes ago here's the first thing that I noticed

BP help us out. <3

What are the top two possible scum-teams in your mind?

You and Winston/ Dolby HK

Thank you. ^-^ I genuinely appreciate that. Well played!

I can offer reassurance that my push on Winston was meant to kill him, and that I'm not confident enough to do anything like bus on D1, but we'll talk about that next Day Phase.

Does Vro risk spewing his partner town here with the last post of the day phase?
Obvs it seemed like he had no idea he was going to die to Borg here, so I have to wonder about this post.

It's wifom to chase, but it's the first thing that stood out to me as weird now that we have flips to look at.

[hollowkatt]

Laurentus being dead instead of csargo points to possible csargo wolf here. Probably this is wifom and probably can be ignored, for a few hours anyways

[hollowkatt]

this is also taking longer than I want b/c of the way quoting works on this board

[hollowkatt]

don't all of you dogpile me at once

[hollowkatt]

at this point it's really clear that vro has no idea what is about to happen to him.

In case LA's not just blowing smoke here, I am looking for a wagon that can't possibly gain traction to park my vote on. Any suggestions?

Do it on me, I don't mind.

[hollowkatt]

Obvs I'm building quote chains here but you all can follow the clicks backwards to see the OG posts to know I'm not quote hacking things (mostly b/c only my homesite seems ok with quotehacks)

Thank you. HK came out of the bout with Winston looking worse to me, but still as the SK. The thunderdome idea in particular felt bad to me, both from the perspective that he would probably lose it and because that is actually how I lost my most recent game, I had a target pointed on a wolf's back but the town decided to go through with a thunderdome between two separate players, which town lost. If he's the SK he's forcing his PoE onto the thread in the sincere hopes of catching a wolf, and his antagonistic interactions with Winston is probably giving him a bias, if he's a wolf, I actually don't know what his goal would be there. It's weird.

occams razor says town btw :)

Ok, if I'm SK here why do I try to dome anyone today? Everyone and their mother has been saying we need to find and chop a wolf today, not the SK. If we don't chop a wolf town loses the game. This is a fact.
So if I'm SK the play is "continue to be townie". I can't win as SK today, I can only lose.

The real question is: what does wolf HK stand to gain from playing like he has today, right? I don't express suspicion of Laurentus, I just kill him at night. I allow the vro clear to stand b/c it doesn't hurt me. Dolby thinks I'm SK and isn't hunting me today, Winston probably doesn't hunt me today either. I let town do whatever it is they want to do by virtue of just staying out of the way.
Instead I sus everyone, throw votes around like they're candy at a parade, and generally antagonize literally everyone.

You would try to dome because you know it's futile and that we would be wary of letting that happen because we all think you're the SK, you're testing the waters. I have no idea what the criterion for the SK double-kill was, but I doubt you would only lose.

I'm not sure. I don't have any real knowledge of your meta. Because Csargo is actually cleared you would kill him first over Lau probably, the more suspicion and chaos at the end, the more chance you have. You're rp'ing town here, probably because it's fun for you and I respect that. You feel safe antagonizing because you don't think there's a real chance you're lynched, but sitting by passively won't do much for you later. Being able to affect the thread has benefits for you.

except that csargo isn't a threat to me so why kill him? He's not expressed suspicion against me, he's not been super active and taking advantage of his confirmed town status, and frankly he's super low impact right now. Laurentus otoh is an active threat to me so he needs to go. He's also functioning as town leader, so again, needs to go.

His very existence is a threat because in a situation with the F4 or F3, he's guaranteed to be town. I don't think the baddies are gonna keep him around. I suspect you'll try a double-kill on Csargo and me, and let the wolves take out Lau, but this is all WIFOM anyway. I don't know what you or the wolves are thinking, I can only speculate.

I actually think that what will happen is that we'll lynch a wolf today, but because the SK didn't kill last night he'll have a double-kill tonight (the possible pattern is looking scary), and we'll either end up at 1v1v1 (after two town kills from the SK and 1 separate kill from the remaining wolf), or the SK kills the wolf (2v1) or the wolf kills the SK (2v1). Scary stuff.

oh! who's the wolf we're going to chop today?

Either BP or Dolby works for me, with a preference for BP because I'm more certain of his guilt (in that he's never town and I think you're the SK). I haven't eliminated BP/Winston yet, my top suspicion is BP/Dolby though. I would rather take what I think is the clearest course.

I think this points to Winston as possible Vro partner more than it points to Dolby.
I also want to point out that Laurentus is dead and Csargo isn't, which is exactly what I said was going to happen

Vro was very careful to not suspect me of being a wolf here and insisted on suspecting me of being the SK, which is smart for wolf vro b/c the SK read is one I can live with/shake. It's an inaccurate wolf read on me that really gets my goat.

I think Laurentus was probably killed b/c I said I would kill Laurentus here instead of Csargo b/c Laurentus was the much bigger threat to me than Csargo ever could have been. Laurentus is still a bigger threat and he's dead.

[hollowkatt]

I feel like the wolves are boxed in a little too well, I've had my moments, but Winston's tone and better odds of being town is really doing it for me right now. The only thing I'm paranoid about is whether BP's the SK, I"m considering that but I want to hear Dolby's take on BP's allegation against him. BP as town doesn't work because if Dolby's the SK, that leaves Winston paired with HK, which I'm not accepting as a possible world-view right now. If BP's the wolf, he'll be lying about Dolby, if BP's the SK, well, I'm not sure which is why I want to hear from Dolby.

more vro spew that points to Winston as wolf, or he's trying really hard to spew Dolby town. I think the way vro handles me spews me town, but obvs that's just me.
If I really were a wolf, and he really was convinced that Borg is the SK why isn't Vro pushing for my head?
He also talks a lot about how the last wolf is within Winston/Dolby so if he's trying to spew me as his partner it's on the back of not interacting instead of interacting in a buddy type of way.

[hollowkatt]

you know, for some guys who were vv bloodthirsty just a few hours ago you're awfully quiet now. Just sayin

[Dolby]

you know, for some guys who were vv bloodthirsty just a few hours ago you're awfully quiet now. Just sayin

I spent about half an hour trying to find how to set everyone dead to ignore lol

[Dolby]

hk and skinner can be town

rask and dolby can join pzelda in the burn pile

who is skinner lol

[Dolby]

why have neither of you really used twilight to it's full extent

[Dolby]

Vroendal here = Daisy in Animal Crossing?

winston what did you mean by this?

[Csargo]

I spent about half an hour trying to find how to set everyone dead to ignore lol

How do you do this? It'd make life easier.

[Dolby]

How do you do this? It'd make life easier.

go to your profile settings, find edit ignore list, and manually type their names

[Csargo]

go to your profile settings, find edit ignore list, and manually type their names

thanks