The Revenge of Inishmore! [Concluded]

[pevergreen]

I have to read more carefully into what not to reveal etc... But I guess I can say you are wrong. On your second part; there were options to discern who the captives were.
But that is all beside the point. I am dead, my captives has been released and I possibly can't reveal if I knew who they were. Move on...

I know you arent doing it on purpose, but you're on the line of what you can and can't say.

You've said some stuff you technically should have, but it doesnt matter.

Reenk: I am going to go to America. When I do, I am going to meet you. We will have a lovely time, and have a photo together and I will love it and it will be my MSN and facebook picture for all time.

If you wanted to see me of course

[Reenk Roink]

Ah.. carp!!

And I was going to save those excellent players until the endgame for some real anti Mafia gang up. Oh well... Enjoy being free and killable.

Even if you did have good intentions, you still took me away from my dear pever and left me scared and lonely. Bringing TinCow along was a step in favor but you could never bring me what I wanted the most...

@pever: Oh for sure, if you visit Ann Arbor, get in touch. Ann Arbor is overrated but there's still a lot to do here.

[Thermal]

Actually scrap that, he posted earlier on.

vote: yaropolk

[pevergreen]

@pever: Oh for sure, if you visit Ann Arbor, get in touch. Ann Arbor is overrated but there's still a lot to do here.

Bahah, 'if'. You're priority number 1. When I get there, the force of my internet love would force me to hug you even before we said hello.

[TinCow]

Vote: GH

You're awfully quiet in this game. I miss your soothing and sensible observations.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Bartender, gimme something stronger! This tap water tastes like chlorine!

[Renata]

The scummiest thing so far in the game is the Chaotix bandwagon. Mafia love to jump on something that looks superficially bad the way Chaotix' lie did, especially if they can be pretty sure there will be a crowd of townies eager to go along with them -- and lies tend to attract those.

I would never have voted for Chaotix. Crazy moves like his are relatively unlikely to be pulled by mafia -- too often the result is exactly what happened yesterday. That doesn't mean that nobody who voted for him was town, obviously, but I think the odds of finding mafia there trying to push that bandwagon along are higher than elsewhere.

The bandwagon:

Unvote:Subotan, Vote:Chaotix

I was just informed that masons are townies who start the game knowing one another are innocent, correct? Either way, I can see the point now and I'm comfortable with that explanation, thank you.

unvote, vote: Chaotix

Why joke lie about being an investigator or having a result on Subotan, treacle?

vote: Chaotix

That was ridiculous.

(in response to someone questioning the vote)

On the basis of lying? I thought that's how we usually picked lynch targets? That or random bandwagons.

Yes, I'm wondering that too. While I can agree with a lot of what Sasaki is saying, I find it rather scummy that he's trying to get all the masons to out themselves, assuming there are masons. Especially with three kills a night.

(snip Chaotix admitting the lie)

Vote: Chaotix

(about his vote on slashandburn)

I wanted to poke him awake. When did he post in this thread last, exactly?

(snip quote)

I agree with this . Also, I almost convinced myself of switching votes to YLC to end this damn issue but I think we're better off letting him be investigated and lynching a lurker or someone else. Chaotix, perhaps?
FoS: Chaotix

More in the next post or posts; it'll only let me multi-quote so many at a time.

[Renata]

Bandwagon continued:

fos: chaotix

He could of got a potentially innocent guy killed just to have a bit of fun. Not the kind of stunt I'd expect mafia to pull of though, he would at least stick to the story, right?

vote: split

following what renata says about his activity, gives us another lynch option.

Is anyone else having trouble with the quote feature?

From post #208.

(snip me questioning the vote, and whether he thinks Chaotix is scum)

I believe his tactic is scummy, not necessarily that he's scum. Stupid question regarding Chaotix, as I voted ACIN (or AVSM) in the Star Wars game because he was going after high post count.

Masons, I think, are better in the end-game assuming they survive. OTOH, claiming mason early in a game does seem a bit like "cover" for some other role. Unfortunately, it's hard to judge whether that role is town, mafia, or neutral. I recall pever's "neutrals" had some real impact in version one.

Joke detective claims are less useful than faked detective claims -- and possibly more annoying.

Vote: Chaotix

fos: chaotix

Faking results even as a joke is poor townie behaviour.

Vote White Eyes

He hasn't posted yet and we are nearing the end of the second day.

Vote:Chaotix

That's not nice

[Renata]

Okay, so that's votes from Csargo, Secura, Zack, Methos, Seamus and Subotan; and FOS'es from Diamondeye, Thermal Mercury and Captain Blackadder.

I'm curious why Reenk is voting for TM, because I find his post the most suspicious of the lot. Not only was it a FOS and not a vote (serving to help the bandwagon along while keeping his hands clean(er) in the even that Chaotix wound up lynched, while voting for a random lurker), but it's internally contradictory:

He could of got a potentially innocent guy killed just to have a bit of fun. Not the kind of stunt I'd expect mafia to pull of though, he would at least stick to the story, right?

If you don't expect mafia to pull the stunt, then you don't FOS him as being Mafia. You might *vote* him for anti-town behavior (given the number of people voting for Chaotix and the reasons given, it's a sure thing at least one townie did just that), but you don't say you're *suspicious* of him.

vote: Thermal Mercury

[Secura]

My own vote for Chaotix was intended more as a means of pressure, it wasn't supposed to end up as a bandwagon. I simply wanted him to explain why he lied about Subotan, there wasn't really any reason to do that.

Because conversation is rather quiet, I'd like to hear everyone's opinions regarding this part of the writeup:

A man walked into church and began talking with his priest. They had a nice chat and the priest knew that this person wasn't going anywhere.

The person conversing with the priest is me, but what does this mean? Is the priest a role in the game, and if so why was I targetted?

[ELITEofWARMANGINGERYBREADMEN88]

Vote:GH

Me miss mooo to!

[Renata]

My own vote for Chaotix was intended more as a means of pressure, it wasn't supposed to end up as a bandwagon. I simply wanted him to explain why he lied about Subotan, there wasn't really any reason to do that.

That was my impression when I re-read it, actually.

Because conversation is rather quiet, I'd like to hear everyone's opinions regarding this part of the writeup:



The person conversing with the priest is me, but what does this mean? Is the priest a role in the game, and if so why was I targetted?

From "knew that this person wasn't going anywhere", my first impression was a roleblock.

[Secura]

From "knew that this person wasn't going anywhere", my first impression was a roleblock.

Well, given the PM I received from the host, I know that is not the case, but it's an interesting theory.

[Subotan]

Wait, we got PMs?

[Renata]

If you knew what it was, why did you post what you did? Just fishing for the person with the role?

[Secura]

If you knew what it was, why did you post what you did? Just fishing for the person with the role?

I know what happened to me by speaking to the priest, but I'm curious as to what others make of that part of the writeup, and if anyone has an idea as to why I was targetted... I don't recall the priest being mentioned in writeups before, you see.

[Renata]

I don't see how anyone but the priest can have any idea of why you were targeted, given we don't even know what it does.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

What a fun write-up! Here's hoping it was a decent 'fiddich or 'morangie and not one of those hopelessy smoky (no e!) Laphroig styles.

[Splitpersonality]

I know what happened to me by speaking to the priest, but I'm curious as to what others make of that part of the writeup, and if anyone has an idea as to why I was targetted... I don't recall the priest being mentioned in writeups before, you see.

So you know what happened(to you), why it happened(Priest did it to you, you have a PM about this), and that it happened to you(public writeup and PM), and you want us to analyze it?

We can't exactly tell you why you were targeted unless we know what exactly his talk with you did.

If we assume it was let's say role blocking, anyone who refutes that could be a suspect for the priest role, and only you know who is right or on the right track. If this priest was some sort of mafia or anti-town worker, I have no doubts that you'd be announcing what happened to the town as a way of protecting us. The only reason for your course of actions(what appears to be fishing for his role, harboring information that as far as we know you're free to share,) is if you're mafia and the priest is pro-town and you're mafia trying to figure out who role blocked/investigated/etc'd you...

Or maybe you've been recruited and you're looking for some sort of code from the priest to post?




Then again I could be reading into it too much , maybe you're just a townie trying to figure out what happened....

No FoS or voting for exactly that reason. There is still time in the round to talk about it



As for him springing up seemingly out of nowhere... perhaps the priest has other actions? Perhaps he can talk to someone on night, and do other things other nights. Or perhaps he's been inactive for a couple of days and finally swung in to check on a game which he didn't know had started. Looking at the writeup for the happenings there doesn't appear to be anything or real substance to analyze, it's short and explains exactly what it intends to (I imagine).


I really put too much effort into this post, what a contrast to the rest of my posts thusfar

[Sasaki Kojiro]

The cat killed someone? :D

And obviously, YLC's partner should claim.

[Secura]

If you must know, I was featured in the first night's writeup, where I made friends with some nice Australian gentleman who showed me the in's and out's of cutlery; that night I was informed by the host that they were my friends now and that I owed my allegiance to them.

After my speech with the priest last night, I received a second PM from the host stating that I was aligned back to town once more.

What I'm curious about is why I was targetted specifically out of the remaining players; I haven't really stood out in the game thus far, because if I'm honest I've been struggling to get to grips with it and things are confusing me... so why me? That is what puzzles me.

[Methos]

Vote: GH His silence this game is very odd and the fact he posted immediately when he was called on it, makes him look even worse.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

GH could be mafia.

[Askthepizzaguy]

The cat killed someone? :D

I'm not a happy camper, YLC.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Arrrrrgyle, enough with this *#%! argyle.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I'm not a happy camper, YLC.

It's pretty funny though.

[TinCow]

GH has a grand total of 3 posts since this game began:

Vote: autolycus

My sweater tonight is grey argyle. I *#%! hate argyle.

Bartender, gimme something stronger! This tap water tastes like chlorine!

Arrrrrgyle, enough with this *#%! argyle.

Yet he is clearly paying attention to the game, as evidenced by his quick response when he got voted. Possibly another of pever's unusual roles. I suggest we lynch him unless he becomes more helpful.

[GeneralHankerchief]

*unintelligible gibberish*

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Start

The boat shattered on the rocks.

"Well lads, we're here. We somehow made it onto English territory. What'da say we hit the closest town and just work our way throughout England until we find Brendan?"

"Works for me!"

The Inishmorians have arrived, the scene is set, 5 mafia, 18 other roles. Who will emerge victorious?
If you have not received a PM from me now, you are, unfortunately, one of the 16 vanilla townies.
…

Not a lot to analyze in this. Our dear pever’ has put the group into English territory and declared the roles etc. Note: Host has noted that only those with a power role of some sort received a PM. 5 Mafiosi and 18 others mean a LOT of roles here. “Other” outnumbers the vanilla town.
Day One

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The first day had drawn to a close, the peaceful English people continued about their business much as usual, as nothing strange had happened. At some point, during one of the many tea breaks of the day, the group had collectively decided, as civilised people do, that they should put one of these people in prison until they had figured out who these savages from Ireland are. This person was autolycus.
He didn't seem too put out.
"Cheerio chaps, I'll be seeing you back when this is all done, rightio?"
The prison guard gave him his night cup of tea, and autolycus settled down in the comfortable bed with a nice book, leaving the trouble to the rest of them. It may have been prison, but in this town, they made prison nice, since it was usually crime free. … .

I’m not a fan of Day openers with lynches. Seems even more abstruse then a typical early round vote. While there is no specific information, pev’ is hinting – “didn’t seem too put out,” “leaving the trouble to the rest of them” – that this lynch did not net anyone who was a threat to the town.
Night One

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Winston Hughes was sitting all alone eating chicken soup, when he heard a knock on the door. "Well who could that be?" he wondered. When he opened the door, he saw two men holding a big package. "Sign here" said the gruff voice. The box suddenly opened up, and out popped a monkey. "I didn't order a monkey" said Winston, as the monkey hopped into his arms and began playing the cymbals. "That's not our problem" said one of the two men. The monkey screamed at Winston and slammed the cymbals against his head, and everything went blank. When he woke up, Winston was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a table to his left, and just within reach was a gun, and a note that said "use me to escape". He was unsure what that meant, until the loudspeaker in the far corner of the room began to play a familiar melody.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2WGfqfQ6HM
He gladly put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
Myrddraal was enjoying a game of mafia on his computer, but he felt like someone was watching him. This was never a good sign. Sure enough, just outside his house, a pair of beekeepers slid a tube through the pet door. The tube led all the way to their truck, which had a big sign on it which read "killer bees". They then waited by the front door with guns drawn, and waited for the inevitable screams. Myrddraal heard the omnious sound of buzzing and ran for the back door instead, but was running too fast to see the nearly invisible piano wire, running across the back porch at neck level. His body ended up in the back lawn, 7 kilograms lighter.
Khazaar was walking along, enjoying the brief break between the rain showers. He thought most people would be home this time of night, but he saw two men walking along, obviously drunk. He paid them no notice, as he didn't know them by sight, but they stopped their laughter when he passed them. One turned around and said, "Hey mate, do you think this guy had a face full of pimples when he was younger?" Spying an article of their clothing and seeing the oppurtunity for a joke, Khazaar replied "Acne." The two men's faces drew solem, they dropped their bottles and brought out knives. When he was found in the morning, Khazaar had little cuts all over his face, but his death was from dual stab wounds in his buttocks.
Reenk Roink was in his bed having just finished reading an obscure book and was just happily dreaming of his one true love, pevergreen. Oh my, what a dream it was. But it was cut short by the door banging open. Reenk shot up and his hand went to his trusty sword. The intruder brashly entered the room and laughed when he saw Reenk in bed with a sword clutched in his hand.
"You silly english types, always with the swords and the tea and the floral bedsheets!"
"Silly English types? No Englishmen is that mean to his countrymen...if you arent English, what are you?"
"Can't you tell from my outrageous accent? I'm French!"
With that, the moustached intruder grabbed Reenk, threw him over his shoulder and ran away.
Two men stood at the edge of beach and road. Barefoot, sipping from their beer cans, wearing singlets and generally not looking too clean.
"Its nothing like home mate."
"That she aint. But bugger it, what are we gunna do about it?"
"Good point."
A man was walking past, and seeing the oppurtunity to make some new friends, went over and started up a conversation. By the time they had finished and parted their own ways, the man left with wonderous tales from two short spoken people and a new game to play.
As the man walked home, he replayed the scene.
He was fishing a knife out of his pocket to open one of the cans, and when he pulled it out, the other two men didn't seem surprised, but glanced at each other. One reached into his pocket and pulled an object out.
"That aint a knife. This is a knife."
"Thats a spoon..."
"Ah, I seen you've played Knifeyspoony before."
At that moment, nothing in his life had ever seemed so funny. He was sure there people were his new best friends. He'd follow them to the ends of the earth....
Note about the Missing group: Players listed under 'Missing' are effectively dead. They cannot vote, nor can they be voted and they cannot perform or be targeted by Night Actions. They may, at a later date, however, return.

Two guys and a monkey take out Winston. There’s a distraction and then Winston suicides when faced with something worse than death.
Pairs also take out Myrddraal (pair of beekeeper killers) and twin drunks (conversation, then knifing of Khaazar).
Reenk is abducted by a Frenchman (did Louis take to Strike first?) Apparently, he may come back later.
We also have a pair of barefoot beachniks who make a new friend. Recruitment?
Day Two


Night Two

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Sasaki Kojiro was sitting at home, checking out what was on TV. As it turns out, not a whole lot. Sure, tonight seemed to be some big Dr. Who thing, but he hated that show, so he eventually settled on some good old fashioned rugby. Brushing the old cat hair off his shoulders, he had just gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang. Grumbling, Sasaki got up to answer it. He swung the door open and to his amazement, there stood a big blue fox. She was on her hind legs and was posing seductively. She slowly walked past him and made her way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and giving Sasaki the best "come hither" look he had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of them on his TV. He followed this foxy lady, or was she a lady fox?, up the stairs into his bathroom, where she turned on the taps in his bathtub. Complying with her wishes, Sasaki lowered himself into the tub, after discarding his clothes, and sighed at how good the water felt. His mind went blank as the foxy lady gave him the best massage he had ever had. He was so relaxed, he didn't hear two men grunt and stagger their way up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The lady's hands went down past his shoulders, his biceps and elbows and to his wrists. Sasaki was shivering, anticipating the feeling of her fingers on his, but instead he was treated to the cold feeling of steel around his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw that he had been handcuffed to the taps. Silently, Sasaki cursed having such elaborate taps, and so far apart. He could move upward from a sitting position, but he couldnt get out of the water. Finally taking notice of the two men in the room, his face did not turn to horror, but puzzlement. The two men had brought in a high powered portable air conditioning unit. Laughing to themselves, they turned it on full blast and pointed it at Sasaki. He died of hypothermia before the sun rose.
Scienter was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sea salt and spray, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of hard word beneath her feet. Up ahead, she spotted some street performers, knife jugglers. Having grown paranoid, she put away her little notebook and turned to run away. What she in fact did, however, is fall on a bannana peel. It was a comical sight to others, but Scienter managed to do a double front flip and smack her head so hard on the wood that she died immediately. The two street performers walked over to her. Nudging the body with his foot, the taller one said "Why'd you have to bring the monkey again?" The monkey didn't seem to take that too nicely, he scampered down off the shoulder of the shorter one, onto the body of Scienter and starting jumping up and down, screaming. What shamed even the knife jugglers is when the monkey decided to add banging his cymbols together to the odd dance.
Two men were standing on the beach, not far from where Scienter would die a bit later that night. Enjoying the last glimpses of the sun and laughing about saving daylight, they drunk from their beer cans whenever there was a pause in the conversation. There wasnt a lot of conversation. After an hour or so, one pulled out a portable barbeque and set it up, starting to fry up a delicious dinner. A pedestrian smelled the food and walked over and said hello. He would stay there for quite a while, hearing amazing stories and being careful to stay away from trees on his way home, he was afraid of things dropping from them now.
The scene was the hottest nightclub in town. Hot may not have been the best word to describe it, it featured a few middle aged people sitting down and having a nice chinwag. In a corner, GeneralHankerchief sat alone, drinking his favourite beverage and mentally calculating the odds of his favourite sports team winning next weekend. He was, quite understandably, annoyed when a man tipped over his table and shouted at him. "You're here to what?" GH asked. "I said we're here to kill ya, you dirty mongrel."
"We?" inquired GH.
The man looked around but could not see who he was looking for. "Oh...sorry to bother you sir, have a nice night."
He left without further comment.
In the centre of the nightclub a man stood talking to a man with a few cuts on his hand. They talked long into the night and by the end of it, were best friends.
…

The “trio” kills Sasaki using a lure, secure, and slow kill approach. The two acting as muscle laugh over his demise. Fox (lure) is an interesting figure. Shapeshifter? Sasaki has old cat hairs on him at the outset. Was he the first one with the “puddy tat?”
Scienter buys it by trap/accident when faced with two street performers. A monkey serves as the totem animal here.
Two comrades drinking at the beach lure a third over. The new one becomes their friend. This references some kind of recruiting effort of course, but how permanent or by whom? And for what cause?
GH is attacked but the attack fails as one of the two person kill team fails to show up. I liked the brief homage to “Home Alone.”
All three kill efforts feature an animal reference of some sort: fox, monkey, “mongrel.”
Day Three

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The townspeople gathered at what was now the usual spot and were greeted by an unsual sight.
"Excuse me, my name is pevergreen, and I carry a bit of bad news!"
"It seems that we managed to accidentally kill our own beloved Queen yesterday. Yes, I'm sorry to say, Queen Chaotix the second is no more. I decree today to be a day of national mourning. You are all to return home, and I shall see you upon the morrow."
There were few tears, but everyone returned home.
It is now Night 3. Night will end in 23 hours, 34 minutes. (Midnight, Tuesday 20th April GMT +10)
(Yes the day phase is skipped)

Wow. We lynched badly and lose another lynch because of it. This really does not help the town at all. Why was Chaotix that cavalier with a power role? Is there a “King?” We need to remember that pevergreen writes interesting roles for his neutrals – and that lynching them isn’t always the best idea. Chaotix almost invited it here. Was that in his role?
Then pevergreen throws in a resurrectionist:

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…Anyway serious mode:
As the townspeople returned to their homes most walked in groups, discussing their favourite way to eat crumpets in the morning, but one drifted down to the morgue.
The person found a body and performed basic CPR. If anyone else had of been in the room, they would have been thoroughly confused as to why the person was giving CPR to a dead person. After a few minutes, he stopped and sat in a chair, looking quite pleased with himself. He was not at all amazed when Winston Hughes gasped in fresh air, through pale blue lips. Winston was dressed and taken home, and they spent a lovely day together, rejoicing in the miracle of life.
…Why is this in another post and not in the earlier one? Because while sending out result PM's, I discovered I missed this action.
So here it is. I'VE DONE IT BEFORE, DON'T HATE ME.

Why Winston? Nothing against him of course, but why him? Also, is he now someone’s minion? I recall Netherworld teaching me that lesson. Resurrectionist is good, since Winnie ate a gun. Nice repair job.
Night Three

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Seamus Fermanagh went out to the local pub. The funeral was depressing, but the lawlessness outside was getting out of hand. He ordered scotch and told the bartender to keep it coming. He lost himself in the football game on the telly, and the hours passed. Later that evening he stumbled out of the pub, drunk as a skunk dipped in scotch, and staggered out to the curb to hail a taxi. Two men wearing dark suits and fedoras came up to Seamus, and without saying a word they drew their weapons and shot Seamus in the back at point-blank range. Thanks to the scotch, Seamus didn't feel much pain, he simply drifted off to a cold sleep. He awoke the next morning, eyes blurry to a man putting down something. The man smiled and said, "Lucky I got to you in time, otherwise you would have been a goner!" He left before Seamus could identify who it was.
The two men were on the beach again, this time playing some beach cricket. A passerby thought it strange that only two people would play beach cricket, so he walked over and joined in. By the end of the night, they were all roaring drunk, and best friends.
A man walked into church and began talking with his priest. They had a nice chat and the priest knew that this person wasn't going anywhere.
TinCow was at home. He was relaxing after cleaning his house, having nothing else to do during the day. The door was kicked in, and there, in a stereotypical black and white striped shirt was a man with a fine moustache. He fingered the end of it, and put his sack on the ground.
"Wee wee TinCow madam, you have the pleasure of coming with me!"
With that, he grabbed TinCow and threw him in his sack, before running away in the most silly fashion imaginable.
Two men were walking along, discussing bagpipes when they spied Sigurd. They looked at each other and nodded. Following Sigurd back to his home on a hillside, they burst in and right there and then skinned Sigurd, and made the best darn bagpipe anyone had ever seen. On the way out, they spied two sacks, undid the tops and walked back home with the newly freed TinCow and Reenk Roink.
Askthepizzaguy shut his door. He was very tired. He planned to just go to sleep. Going into his bedroom, and hanging up his hat, he turned around to look at his bed. His eyes opened wide in terror.
There on the bed was the most horrifying thing he had ever seen. A little kitten. It was named Wee Sean and it meowed softly and to anyone else it would have been the most lovely thing in the entire world. But not to Askthepizzaguy, who promptly died of fright.
The crowd gathered again in the morning, and much weeping was done by pevergreen when he discovered Reenk Roink was back amongst the living.
The people settled back into the usual pattern of things.
…

Seamus was shot at point blank range by a couple of stereotypical gangsters in fedoras (Thank You pevergreen!) – but is saved by some kind of doctor. I keep doing this in Inishmore games! Why do people hate me so? I’d guess the bottle killers. The second pair is not killing.
The two beach critcketeers make another friend. Cricket, Barbeque, who can resist? There is, however, no third cricket player…..
Sigurd turns out to be the mustachioed Frenchman and had just kidnapped TinCow to pair with Reenk when another pair flay him for a musical instrument. This lets us have back two players, but doesn’t keep them safe either. Sigurd’s role was neutral I think – hard to guess his agenda.
Also hard to say what relationship, if any, the freedmen have to their rescuers.
Pizzaguy seems to have died from the hot potato. Not sure if some of us die from cat contact or if the cat was some kind of “homing” weapon that killed a designated target once it reached.

Lots and lots of animal references in this thing so far…and a queen. Something to do with the Sidhe?

[Csargo]

If you must know, I was featured in the first night's writeup, where I made friends with some nice Australian gentleman who showed me the in's and out's of cutlery; that night I was informed by the host that they were my friends now and that I owed my allegiance to them.

After my speech with the priest last night, I received a second PM from the host stating that I was aligned back to town once more.

What I'm curious about is why I was targetted specifically out of the remaining players; I haven't really stood out in the game thus far, because if I'm honest I've been struggling to get to grips with it and things are confusing me... so why me? That is what puzzles me.

Is that all it said? You were recruited?