Ovidsidios

I will be happy to oblige as my lapsed activity could also use a brief refresher. There will be a price for it though (certainly nothing costly), and you'll never realize you've paid it off. Tomorrow, before sundown.

Yeah, like when they're hungry

I have, but more importantly...wut?

That is twice that you've mentioned werewolf in this particular themed game. Many things change alignment, and sure the imagination is the limit. So you have either playfully dangled an important piece of information hoping no one would notice (a very bold scum) or you have just hinted at knowing (potentially) what are those things that go "bump" in the night. Now, wouldn't it be something (given this tangent) that there are mafia scum, townies, and that which is can change alignment (werewolf?). It's a vigilante town, but we were pursued by a "cult" if last I recall. It's anyone's game, and there are still plenty of days to see this flesh out...

He's hinting that he's a Reviver. If that were the case, why would you oust him like that? Throwing people under the bus like that is, seemingly, extraordinarily villainous behavior, Kevin.

There is also the possibility that both samus and EM are scum, and this little scheme is a rather fanciful dance to lure and skewer...

I did not not vote for sentimental reasons. If I did, those sentiments would not have been positive ones. What remains to be seen is his innocence, and depending on what side of Harvey Dent's face you are, that choice was either entirely merciful or extraordinarily cynical.

Damn, that turned so fast.

Regardless of what happened last game, conventional wisdom is to adapt to our games mechanics of which is not in the least bit the need to lynch on day one. Consequentially, anyone is isn't lynched has the same potential value of a scum. Presumably every turn promises a new scum. One less scum is one less scum, but, less townies does mean less potential scum. Therefore we have to vote on the first day; we have to make sure our choices are 100% every time; down to the final second if necessary. We do not favor the probability, we are adhering to the immediacy.

Unvote Robert Vote EM

sell out KEEP THE MAFIA GAMES PURE! (<3 you)

THANK YOU! I have been looking for that word for the. longest. time. Tried to explain it to someone the other day. I'm pretty sure I gained some idiot/crazy points for my attempt.

I'm a lurk like a creep, but not a scum vote: robert Gonna follow my doombird bird bird

I just wanted to see what happened after my post

All that work...bummer

[OOC I've been without internet for the past few days; I really can't stand this pirate speech ] Which be it? The Watcher or the Doctor? Yet you didn't kill Samoos or Rafay? It came with much agreement that the vig. killed one, so ye be proposing that there are multiple one shot vig.? You be telling me, matey, that EM didn't note any affect on ye use of your night ability, yet somehow ye make exception for me? How can we be sure what ye be proposing have no effect on others is true? Yar making me sound like me squawker: I didn't dub the rule, I only be knowing I laid iSoc to rest, and we only heard of one body. Yar be asking me what I did, and I tell ye, and now you say, "you blubbering old salt, ye answered the question, now walk ye the plank"? Have ye not heard legends of turning the dead? Them be priestly moves, for none more can speak them sacred prayers... Further, ye forget that this role be first found by the people. Seeing me sails of divine origin, I have been true to the word. Now I fulfill the role when it require me, I be testifying to the truth. I know ye Imran be of a cutlass d'meanor, but you'll come around, especially once ye make me see the gallows. Tell me, boi-yo, how ye be thinking of so many stipu-mifi-cations (stipulations; I was trying to be funny) about how the mechanics be working (yar seem to be making great efforts to covering tracks) yet your conclusions don't match your logic. I not be accusing you, but Robert, I thought ye may have been a friend, but you may be proving more scallywag than not. Nothing of value yet gained... No quarter! I was referring to "our winds" as in those arguments we made for switching our votes. Surely me thoughts were, "we got the sea dog now!" Anything more is fanciful thinking. I be admitting, smoother waters have been navigated, and greater masts set to sail, than thar has been for this talk. I sink with leaded bootstraps cause thar have be no favor here in this speech! Thar be no waves Nor winds that stray To blow this ship ahead. As it appears No reasons clear Why I should 'stead Be dead.

I'll be giving it one last "ho" later. If come the tide you still see me to walk the plank...well I be hating this pirate speech too (and let's leave it at that)

Think ye as ye will, but I be a priest. Think how you have come to vote against me. I did bury iSoc. I swear by me mum I did. Perhaps jailing doesn't block, but protect. Maybe Robert be lying. Either way. I don't see much case against me, but no amount convincing either. But first, I didn't ask for the role, or the power. If you think it useless, Lynch the mod not me. Since we be sailing these waters for the first time, I hardly doubt we can say with certainty that roles can not overlap. Maybe I buried him before you jailed me. If we both be men of goodness, why would this be improbable? The wagons found themselves split between Spatz and iSoc, and I be a monkey's uncle if we don't at least admit iSoc did not fair in a well made defense. Those reasons for what we thought to make Spatz walk the plank still be there, and more so now. But I nary friend had I here. The sea rises against me, Amassing her waves all around me. The ocean blue blots out the light with her surf, And veils the moon with her clouds. My compatriots seek retribution, Lead by the malfeasants who wish evil. But I shall not be afraid. Never shall I be afraid

An empty bottle of rum stands on an isolated table. It's contents are a rolled up scribble of paper kept enclosed by a lit candle whose dripping wax has sealed the vessel. It reads, Harken lads, I doubt I have much time. Only one question for tonight, the rest will keep till morn. The night I heard o' iSoc was innocent, I knew death's corsair be coming for me. I swung by me good ol' friend Jack Ketch, slipped him a piece o' eight, and gave that old salt the Godspeediest burial a captain could ask for (at sea of course). I buried the lad, maties. I think that in doin' so, I prevented t' resurrection o' a zombie. Thus, you have only one visible night effect. Now, I be proposing the following: We be having: vigilante- this could be scum, or someone with a "spray and pray" happy-cannon-finger. He can't tell his port from his starboard, and kills pirates when he be looking for lubbers. Perhaps this don't hold much water... Aliens-these be our prime looters, and they be a bunch of poxy swabs deserving nothing less than a marooning after meeting the rope's end. They can't make us walk the plank, but they can fish the bodies out o' the water like the scurvy dogs they are. Jailer-This scallywag claimed to put me in the brig. Maybe so, but only after... Priest-...I ferried yo' dead to Davey Jones' locker. Arg, there they be to rest in peace. Free from the clutches o' the enemy. Lads, I was a saucy preacher, and for that, me passion got the best o' me. I was wrong o'bout iSoc, and I am sorry. On the bottom a black circle with a cutout outline of a cross in the center. next to it, hardly legible: otNay allyay atthay ittersglay isyay oldgay, otNay allyay owhay erryay areyay evilyay. atWhay eantmay EHay ybay osethay astlay ewfay ordsway, okenSpay otnay ybay ethay eadday anmay'say ipslay?

Arg, forgive me maties, me ship be wandering the sea for 40 days, an' now be pullin' into harbor. yer bottles o' messages have reached me parrots ear's, an' he's been squawking "mutiny" since morning's tide. Once anchors dropped, and lubber's harbor tolls been paid, I'll meet ye in the Salty Turtle Tavern, an we shall...parley

Begad, that addled sailor dropped his anchor deep. Me thought our winds be fair. Blimey...

pulse

And yet....

This is not so much for you, but when iSocialism called out claiming his vote switch for my predicted reasons. It hurts me to know that I could switch votes to save a town, but I know, even if I had your permission, I must stick to my guns. I cannot vote on two scum. So I must vote on one, and diligently out speak the other. I hope the town will take solace in this reality: How about "Shepherd"? (Browncoat reference) Hmm maybe. A shepherd always lead his sheep to the right way Even devils recognize the sovereign name of truth. I will lead may congregation to safe pastures, my flock to clean waters. I will lead you all the right way...

Nothing has been added to the volume of literature that was the initiation of my lynch vote. This is what I see: I find it entirely unfeasible to argue my defense. I cannot present an argument with me in mind, but I'll make a barter. Since it would be holistically biased of me to defend myself (something you noted earlier, which I will call here "deflection"), I instead proposed my "final will and testament" for several reasons: to be practical with my time to leave something useful once (if) I leave to try to sway reason**The sway of reason works like a double edge sword, and I believe we all take this type of reasoning as given. If I am a scum, and you back me into a wall, I have very little wiggle room (we follow the premise that the increase in character use, the higher your chances of getting in a bind). To make my best chances, I provide you with "a belief system" (basically every little detail about an opinion) and see how it fits with you. EVEN IF I AM SCUM, it would still behoove you to give great consideration to the list, because if the chances of finding a scum player have increased because another (scum) has thrown one under the bus...better one in the hand than two in the bush. If I am not (read: NOT) scum, then my best chances are still to provide a belief system (for those who still don't get what this is, it's basically just walls of text). If what I say resonate as true, then people will act accordingly. The same goes for you, Preston. It would be a logical fallacy to ascribe reason to a popularity contest, and cliques are very dangerous. Yet, gazing at our labors, where do our positions contradict? Why then are our efforts not in cooperation?