Happy birthday to the overseer, for he has approved what follows:
Alright, you scumbags. You think you can get me lynched on the sly? Not even the courtesy of a night-kill?
And don't think I'm not wise to you, GH. I wanted to have you killed N3, before my champion got himself lynched.
By the way: Mictlantecutl, I ordered the hit on you.
You were acting a little Godlike.
I am Huitzilopochtli, god of war and the sun.
Csargo is Quetzlcoatl. Yaro is Mictlantecutl. Chaotix was my killer. I know that GH is a killer.
It seems in my "speculations" I hit too close to the truth, and you guessed my identity.
But cut the crap - you can't vote.
So here's the deal: everything you have heard thus far, from GH, Yaropolk, Csargo, myself, Chaotix, and one other among you, has been bullcrap.
I'm one of three gods here. We get a follower, and he kills for us. Csargo and Yaropolk were killed N2. I am the last god standing, but the other gods still have their killers in the field.
I am bound by the oaths of the wager against revealing our winning conditions. Suffice to say that we are working against each other, and the only way town can win is if we simultaneously kill each other. Town is not the driver here. Town is merely a backdrop to our activities. It's the flavor of the game.
If you don't lynch me now, I will be night-killed. All I want to do is take down GH. Whether he's Mict's or Quetzl's puppet, I don't care. I just want to take down one more of these guys.
It matters not. Third killer, I do not know you. But whoever is lynched here, make the appropriate kill. You've already won.
Vote: General Hankerchief
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