Eve's Horizon. It was nearly the dirtiest bar on Echo Prime. The mingled dust and grit of more than a dozen neighboring worlds was ground deep into the cracks and crannies of the worn, gun-metal grey flooring. The glasses, mismatched, stacked in untidy heaps behind the counter, were smudged with oil, grease, and spit. Low, clouded light filtered through smoke and steam, obscuring as much as illuminating. It was not a bar where you went to sate a common appetite, or find a kindred soul. It was the kind of bar you went to, to get yourself hopelessly lost, time slipping through numbed fingers, numbed minds, like water spilling through the vacuum of blackest space. It was six streets from the starport terminal, and down nine levels from the surface plates and landing strips of the bustling, working city. Warmth seeped languorously from floor-plates dotted throughout the room, staving off the creeping chill that would sweep over the city from its outer edges to its core in less than three hours, if the city's reactors came undone. Light-years from humanity's distant origin, scattered pockets of life clung tenaciously to harbors of rock and metal and steel, balanced on the razor's edge separating dirt and the shadowed and star-strewn sky.
It was not the first time Marlow had darkened the doorway of Eve's Horizon. Once every few months, he would arrive, order a drink, meet briefly with hard-eyed men with slow stares, and a freighter would take on a load of cargo, which Earth Authority customs would pointedly ignore, as they had been well paid to do.
Dirk Marlow sat at his usual table, ordered his usual drink, and waited. Someone else entered the bar - not a regular. Earth Authority uniform. Nobody quite met her eyes. Marlow stared into his drink.
She lowered her voice. "Look, Dirk, I can't go through with this one."
Marlow swirled the ice in his drink. "Having second thoughts about getting in bed with the rebellion?"
She gave him a level look. "No. And don't be an ********, Marlow. We've been through plenty, and I've put my ass on the line for you more times than I count. But you need to be straight with me, this time. I need to know what I'm getting into."
"It's just another shipment."
"It is NOT just another shipment. Don't pull that on me. Arms for the rebellion - I can live with that on my conscience. But what you're shipping - sophisticated genetic splicers, DNA readers, viral recoding cultures - I don't like what that looks like, Dirk."
"And what do you think that looks like?"
"A pile of a trillion dead bodies, hatching flies. That's what it looks like to me. You people always said this rebellion was for the common man. If you start-"
"Start what? Start killing off entire planets? Have the news reports say it was all just a freak virus? Yeah, it'd be just terrible if somebody got up to that." Marlow's fist tightened involuntarily. "You know, sometimes I don't know how you bring yourself to put on that uniform ever day and see yourself in the mirror."
"That's bull*****. You know what I've done for you. And it wasn't just for the money. And it wasn't your charming personality, either. You wanna talk about looking in the mirror? That's fresh, coming from someone who wants to remake himself into a mass murderer."
"You really think that's what I'm up to? Do you really know me that little?"
She paused. "It looks bad, Marlow. And I don't know all the people you work with. I can't just rubber stamp this and let it pass. We both know that things can't stay as they are. The people won't stand for being ordered how to live their lives from people who live a hundred thousand light years away, with no real say. The five party system is broken, and we all know it. But if it comes down to it, I don't what that kind of blood on my hands, and I hope you and your friends don't, either. So why don't you tell me what this is really about, if you can. Because if you can't, that cargo isn't going to move. Not unless you want to shoot your way out."
"I can't. It's too big, and I'm just an errand boy. They say jump, I jump. But I trust them, and so should you. We've never let you down."
She shook her head. "No. No, Marlow. You know more than you're letting on. You're not just some provincial chief. I've seen the way your men look at you, the way they jump. You know more about what's going on out there than even I do. There's more to you than that. Way more."
An edge crept into his voice. "And if I say no? You going to beat it out of me? Disappear me into some lightless vacuum capsule, fire me into the sun?" He moved to get up.
"Marlow. Stop." She slammed her hand down over his. "Look, I know we've had our rough patches. But we've had some good times too, haven't we? I've watched your back this long. And I've been trusting you, for a long time. It's time for a little bit of that to come around. Make me believe, Marlow. That's all I ask." She let go of his hand.
His eyes bored a hole in the table. Then he let out a deep breath.
"The rebellion is finished, Kate. It's over. In the last week, they've wiped twelve more planets off the map. One in a thousand survives the virus, and those that survive that are rounded up into camps and disposed of. Children, too. No witnesses, no questions. Every time we win, they burn us to the ground. They will never, ever let us hold territory of our own. Not even if it means wiping a quarter of the human race from existence to stop us."
Hands shaking, he drained his glass to the last drop. She waited for him go on. "We can't let them do that, but we can't give up, either. So we have to look to the future. Lay the groundwork for a blow they'll never see coming, and never come back from. Someday, years from now, maybe decades, when their guard is down. They still think they're fighting flesh and blood. They think we're fighting for power. They don't realize that they're fighting an idea, and ideas are immortal. You plant the right ideas in someone's head, and you control them. That's what this is about. Not killing. Control."
He met her eyes. "That's all that I can say and more. Is it good enough?"
The corner of her mouth turned down as she thought. She let out a breath. "Good enough."
Quote from Initial Briefing »
Disinheritance is a game for 16 players. Players will vote not only for who they believe the most likely mafia player is, but will also vote publicly for players who they wish to "empower" [Formatted Empower: Azrael], granting those players access to new, more powerful, and more exotic night abilities. Multiple players will be empowered each day, and will receive an empowerment score equal to the number of players voting to empower them at the end of day. This system will emphasize the importance of behavioral analysis and deception more than ever before, directly linking each group's talent in the game's fundamental core skills to the effectiveness of both groups during the night period. In addition, both groups will have unparalleled flexibility and variety in strategic options at their disposal during the night period, if they are able to coordinate their (and their opponents') empower votes effectively.
To facilitate this greater cooperation, strategy, and trickery, this game will permit all players to select (at least) one player, one time, day or night, and establish a permanent one-way communication link with that player. The sole restrictions are the inability to quote role PMs/mod PMs, and that the mod must be copied on all messages. To creative and cunning minds, this should present a tremendous opportunity to exploit.
In addition, the game offers the capacity for an unlimited number of "spectator" slots. Spectators will be assigned alignments, may freely comment on the game within a separate, publicly visible game thread, will share the ability to select a player to communicate with one-way, and will be capable of affecting the game through contributing analysis, advice, and disinformation. They are exempt from activity requirements, and they do not have setup access, they may not vote for players, and spectators are not assigned special abilities, nor do they count as hidden players or hydra accounts. They can be targeted.
Like previous Azrael games, this game pushes boundaries and expectations and seeks to push the envelope of what we think of as possible within a mafia game, with an arsenal of twists and traps at the players' disposal. Unlike certain Azrael games, elegance, restraint, and clarity, were the guiding principles of this design. The emphasis is on player vs. player - not players vs. the setup, or the mod.
Hold on to your butts - the final game of the specialty queue is about to commence, and it's going to be a ride.
Disinheritance Special Rule - Empowerment
-In addition to voting, players may vote to empower one another, using the format Empower: Azrael. You may not vote to empower yourself. At the end of each day, each player will receive an empowerment score equal to the number of players voting to empower him or her at the end of day. In order to use their abilities, a player must have a score at least as high as the required empowerment score.
-Using an ability consumes the number of empowerments required to activate it.
-If you have to access to multiple abilities, you may choose to any of them that you can afford, but you may only active one ability at a time. The mafia is permitted to use abilities and to kill at the same time.
-You do not have to immediately use your empowerment score; they can be saved.
-If you die, your saved empowerments go poof, and are wasted.
-Once per game per player, empowerments may be transferred from one player to another, triggering at the end of the night period, if that player is still alive. Players with mafia alignment may freely transfer their empowerment scores at any time.
-Unless otherwise stated, players begin the game with zero empowerment.
-It is possible to gain permanent empowerments, which are not expended when activating empowerments. Permanent empowerments cannot be transferred.
-If the recipient of an empowerment transfer is killed, the empowerments revert to the sender and the sender may attempt another transfer on a subsequent night. If the sender is killed during an attempted transfer, the empowerments go poof.
Disinheritance Special Rule - One-way Chat
All players and spectators may select one player, one time, day or night, and establish a permanent one-way communication link with that player (certain players might be allowed to create more than one link). PM the moderator for approval prior to initiating chat. You may not continuing chatting after the player has died. You may target spectators with this ability. The moderator must be copied on all communications.
Disinheritance Special Rule - Spec Ops Spectators
Spec Ops spectators will be assigned alignments, may freely comment on the game within a separate, publicly visible game thread, will share the ability to select a player to communicate with one-way, and will be capable of affecting the game through contributing analysis, advice, and disinformation. They are exempt from activity requirements, and they do not have setup access, they may not vote for players, and spectators are not assigned special abilities, nor do they count as hidden players or hydra accounts, and Spec Ops players are not factored into town or mafia win conditions. They can be targeted. Players cannot post in the Spec Ops thread, and Spec Ops Spectators may not post in the player thread.
(Additional Rules) This game may or may not have utilized role randomization to distribute many of the roles or abilities between alignments. As such, it is highly recommended that you utilize behavioral analysis, rather than role analysis. Don't edit your posts. Don't crypto-claim/acronym claim or utilize any other tactics based around encrypting role PM data. Don't quote your role PM or any mod PMs. Run paraphrases by me, if in doubt. Don't talk about games in progress. These rules applies to all your communications, not just the public thread. When you're dead, cease all communications regarding the game. If information in your role PM or a mod communication conflicts with any of the above rules, the information in your role or mod communication controls.
Unless otherwise stated, all abilities that do not specify use by day or night, are usable only by night.
Xyre
Name: Jane Derring
Alignment: Town
Dossier: The leader of the Rebel's Inheritance Project, you were killed by Earth Authority agents en route to your assignment. Prior to your death, you were responsible for managing and coordinating the team's progress towards its top-secret objective, and ensuring their safety.
0- Target player gains 1 empowerment.
2- Bus Driver - Switch the targets of two target players.
4- Mass roleblock all non-kill abilities. You may only activate this ability once per game.
Special Ops: 2
Voxxicus
Megiddo
Dead Special Ops:
Brinatoo
silverycrys
Ghosting
Prophylaxis
Vaimes
I guess we can sort of talk to the players by quoting the posts we're responding to, then they can quote our posts back?
Is that legit? It's a bit clunky but...
Tom as town
D_V as town
Iso as town
Shadow as town
Manders as scum
TheIceMan as lean scum
GJ as I have no idea like always
We're allowed to make unlimited links between players, though, or am I reading that incorrectly?
Vaimes are you scum or no? I won't tell anyone.
I'm town for the record, which I'm actually excited about even though I'm just spectating and not "really" in the game. I've been neutral or scum my past 5 or so games so definitely feels weird to be on this side.
I'm a little concerned that Ghosting has me as leaning town when I've been EXTREMELY cagey so far and haven't done any of the grandiose grandstanding bull***** I'm so well known for. Keep an eye on him, Spec Ops.
Even if he's scum, there's not much I can do about it lol.
I have different concerns about Ghosting's alignment that I'm not comfortable revealing right now. Maybe later once all the spectators have checked in.
Even if he's scum, there's not much I can do about it lol.
I have different concerns about Ghosting's alignment that I'm not comfortable revealing right now. Maybe later once all the spectators have checked in
I'm actually neutral again.
(Not really though, as much as I'd be down for that.)
@D_V: I wasn't being serious, I don't think any of us have win conditions aside from town/scum. At least, I didn't get a special one.
@Tom: Want me to request a private chat for us? The idea brings back good memories.
My concerns about Ghosting's alignment have suddenly vanished.
Still don't want to talk about it, though I'm sure you can figure it out.
I agree with Iso that the most useful, uh, use seems to be for two people to link to each other and use it as a neighbor chat.
They are one-way but everyone gets a link so we should be able to cross link (assuming Az doesn't mind, of course).
I haven't read the thread. I don't plan on reading the thread. My understanding is I can open a 1-way chat with someone on a future day and tell them who the scum are, yes?
Let's say on day three or so, anyone that wants me to chat at them should @Voxxicus in bold and blue in the main thread and I'll pick whoever I'm most sure is town and post a bunch at them in a QT.
If nothing else it'll be practice getting reads on people and getting to make fun of whoever it is if they ignore my reads and I'm right (Hi Iso).
>Mechanical spec. Makes her look busy while this could just have been done by PM and shared to the thread if the answer was actually relevant to anything.
I believe somebody (seppel?) coined the phrase "manders busy" to apply to exactly these situations.
I was actually hoping that seppel would comment on this so I could get a bit of a read on him but obviously he went and claimed neutral.
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Can we have Megiddo removed from the forum forever please?
i'm pretty sure i can find your ***** online within 3 minutes
also, and I don't know why he does this, but TCM appears to be putting on some affectation again that is altering how his posts appear. big tipoff is that he keeps making references to masks and faces and things like this.
I do not know if this is alignment indicative but I seem to recall him doing this as town, and not as scum.
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Can we have Megiddo removed from the forum forever please?
i'm pretty sure i can find your ***** online within 3 minutes
masks, right, that was what I was referring to. you remember more than I do clearly as I have been intentionally hiding from this web forum for a while. my point is that while I know he has definitely and clearly done this as town... does he do it as scum? If so continue on. Generally /agree that it's obscuring behavior.
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Can we have Megiddo removed from the forum forever please?
i'm pretty sure i can find your ***** online within 3 minutes
You can talk to me if you want.
I'm just way too distracted by other stuff to contribute anything meaningful at present, like reading for alignments and things.
Sorry guys.
I'll do some of the wagons up after the lynch, though.
That shouldn't tax my resources too much.
Not that you should trust me since I'm basically slanking and you have no idea if I'm town or not.
Meh. I like looking at wagons so you'll get them anyway.
@Azrael:
Will this thread be closed at night, as well, or just the main thread?
Definitely, that's what I was thinking of doing with the one-way links, but at this point I don't have a ton of energy to devote to the game and I don't even know if there are players left that haven't used them. Meh.
Could always just pick someone and start shouting at advising them even if they can't talk back, I suppose.
Definitely, that's what I was thinking of doing with the one-way links, but at this point I don't have a ton of energy to devote to the game and I don't even know if there are players left that haven't used them. Meh.
Could always just pick someone and start shouting at advising them even if they can't talk back, I suppose.
So you're town right?
you were the only one actually trying in here (I never was, let's be clear)
I mean we can chat. What are your thoughts? High level.
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i'm pretty sure i can find your ***** online within 3 minutes
@players:
Welcome to megops, where nobody's talking and the posts don't matter.
@megs:
I am town, but obviously I wouldn't say different so...
/wine
I can link with shadow if you want since Cy noticed you lol.
I don't even have many high level thoughts right now, I've mostly been skimming.
I do think lynching Bur is too easy, though, and his claim isn't far fetched. Town roleblocker/1-shot bodyguard could be a thing.
I should probably iso Anak but I just don't really have it in me.
I'll try to pop in every once in a while and comment on current events from now on though.
@D_V's #889:
What do you mean "if he were town he would have claimed"?
Oh, you thought he should have claimed that you were a neutral survivor and trying to win with scum?
Hrm.
I have a thought on this but want tom to respond first.
The Year 2383, 130 Years Before the Inheritance Incident
Eve's Horizon. It was nearly the dirtiest bar on Echo Prime. The mingled dust and grit of more than a dozen neighboring worlds was ground deep into the cracks and crannies of the worn, gun-metal grey flooring. The glasses, mismatched, stacked in untidy heaps behind the counter, were smudged with oil, grease, and spit. Low, clouded light filtered through smoke and steam, obscuring as much as illuminating. It was not a bar where you went to sate a common appetite, or find a kindred soul. It was the kind of bar you went to, to get yourself hopelessly lost, time slipping through numbed fingers, numbed minds, like water spilling through the vacuum of blackest space. It was six streets from the starport terminal, and down nine levels from the surface plates and landing strips of the bustling, working city. Warmth seeped languorously from floor-plates dotted throughout the room, staving off the creeping chill that would sweep over the city from its outer edges to its core in less than three hours, if the city's reactors came undone. Light-years from humanity's distant origin, scattered pockets of life clung tenaciously to harbors of rock and metal and steel, balanced on the razor's edge separating dirt and the shadowed and star-strewn sky.
It was not the first time Marlow had darkened the doorway of Eve's Horizon. Once every few months, he would arrive, order a drink, meet briefly with hard-eyed men with slow stares, and a freighter would take on a load of cargo, which Earth Authority customs would pointedly ignore, as they had been well paid to do.
Dirk Marlow sat at his usual table, ordered his usual drink, and waited. Someone else entered the bar - not a regular. Earth Authority uniform. Nobody quite met her eyes. Marlow stared into his drink.
She lowered her voice. "Look, Dirk, I can't go through with this one."
Marlow swirled the ice in his drink. "Having second thoughts about getting in bed with the rebellion?"
She gave him a level look. "No. And don't be an ********, Marlow. We've been through plenty, and I've put my ass on the line for you more times than I count. But you need to be straight with me, this time. I need to know what I'm getting into."
"It's just another shipment."
"It is NOT just another shipment. Don't pull that on me. Arms for the rebellion - I can live with that on my conscience. But what you're shipping - sophisticated genetic splicers, DNA readers, viral recoding cultures - I don't like what that looks like, Dirk."
"And what do you think that looks like?"
"A pile of a trillion dead bodies, hatching flies. That's what it looks like to me. You people always said this rebellion was for the common man. If you start-"
"Start what? Start killing off entire planets? Have the news reports say it was all just a freak virus? Yeah, it'd be just terrible if somebody got up to that." Marlow's fist tightened involuntarily. "You know, sometimes I don't know how you bring yourself to put on that uniform ever day and see yourself in the mirror."
"That's bull*****. You know what I've done for you. And it wasn't just for the money. And it wasn't your charming personality, either. You wanna talk about looking in the mirror? That's fresh, coming from someone who wants to remake himself into a mass murderer."
"You really think that's what I'm up to? Do you really know me that little?"
She paused. "It looks bad, Marlow. And I don't know all the people you work with. I can't just rubber stamp this and let it pass. We both know that things can't stay as they are. The people won't stand for being ordered how to live their lives from people who live a hundred thousand light years away, with no real say. The five party system is broken, and we all know it. But if it comes down to it, I don't what that kind of blood on my hands, and I hope you and your friends don't, either. So why don't you tell me what this is really about, if you can. Because if you can't, that cargo isn't going to move. Not unless you want to shoot your way out."
"I can't. It's too big, and I'm just an errand boy. They say jump, I jump. But I trust them, and so should you. We've never let you down."
She shook her head. "No. No, Marlow. You know more than you're letting on. You're not just some provincial chief. I've seen the way your men look at you, the way they jump. You know more about what's going on out there than even I do. There's more to you than that. Way more."
An edge crept into his voice. "And if I say no? You going to beat it out of me? Disappear me into some lightless vacuum capsule, fire me into the sun?" He moved to get up.
"Marlow. Stop." She slammed her hand down over his. "Look, I know we've had our rough patches. But we've had some good times too, haven't we? I've watched your back this long. And I've been trusting you, for a long time. It's time for a little bit of that to come around. Make me believe, Marlow. That's all I ask." She let go of his hand.
His eyes bored a hole in the table. Then he let out a deep breath.
"The rebellion is finished, Kate. It's over. In the last week, they've wiped twelve more planets off the map. One in a thousand survives the virus, and those that survive that are rounded up into camps and disposed of. Children, too. No witnesses, no questions. Every time we win, they burn us to the ground. They will never, ever let us hold territory of our own. Not even if it means wiping a quarter of the human race from existence to stop us."
Hands shaking, he drained his glass to the last drop. She waited for him go on. "We can't let them do that, but we can't give up, either. So we have to look to the future. Lay the groundwork for a blow they'll never see coming, and never come back from. Someday, years from now, maybe decades, when their guard is down. They still think they're fighting flesh and blood. They think we're fighting for power. They don't realize that they're fighting an idea, and ideas are immortal. You plant the right ideas in someone's head, and you control them. That's what this is about. Not killing. Control."
He met her eyes. "That's all that I can say and more. Is it good enough?"
The corner of her mouth turned down as she thought. She let out a breath. "Good enough."
Disinheritance Special Rule - Empowerment
-In addition to voting, players may vote to empower one another, using the format Empower: Azrael. You may not vote to empower yourself. At the end of each day, each player will receive an empowerment score equal to the number of players voting to empower him or her at the end of day. In order to use their abilities, a player must have a score at least as high as the required empowerment score.
-Using an ability consumes the number of empowerments required to activate it.
-If you have to access to multiple abilities, you may choose to any of them that you can afford, but you may only active one ability at a time. The mafia is permitted to use abilities and to kill at the same time.
-You do not have to immediately use your empowerment score; they can be saved.
-If you die, your saved empowerments go poof, and are wasted.
-Once per game per player, empowerments may be transferred from one player to another, triggering at the end of the night period, if that player is still alive. Players with mafia alignment may freely transfer their empowerment scores at any time.
-Unless otherwise stated, players begin the game with zero empowerment.
-It is possible to gain permanent empowerments, which are not expended when activating empowerments. Permanent empowerments cannot be transferred.
-If the recipient of an empowerment transfer is killed, the empowerments revert to the sender and the sender may attempt another transfer on a subsequent night. If the sender is killed during an attempted transfer, the empowerments go poof.
Disinheritance Special Rule - One-way Chat
All players and spectators may select one player, one time, day or night, and establish a permanent one-way communication link with that player (certain players might be allowed to create more than one link). PM the moderator for approval prior to initiating chat. You may not continuing chatting after the player has died. You may target spectators with this ability. The moderator must be copied on all communications.
Disinheritance Special Rule - Spec Ops Spectators
Spec Ops spectators will be assigned alignments, may freely comment on the game within a separate, publicly visible game thread, will share the ability to select a player to communicate with one-way, and will be capable of affecting the game through contributing analysis, advice, and disinformation. They are exempt from activity requirements, and they do not have setup access, they may not vote for players, and spectators are not assigned special abilities, nor do they count as hidden players or hydra accounts, and Spec Ops players are not factored into town or mafia win conditions. They can be targeted. Players cannot post in the Spec Ops thread, and Spec Ops Spectators may not post in the player thread.
(Additional Rules) This game may or may not have utilized role randomization to distribute many of the roles or abilities between alignments. As such, it is highly recommended that you utilize behavioral analysis, rather than role analysis. Don't edit your posts. Don't crypto-claim/acronym claim or utilize any other tactics based around encrypting role PM data. Don't quote your role PM or any mod PMs. Run paraphrases by me, if in doubt. Don't talk about games in progress. These rules applies to all your communications, not just the public thread. When you're dead, cease all communications regarding the game. If information in your role PM or a mod communication conflicts with any of the above rules, the information in your role or mod communication controls.
Unless otherwise stated, all abilities that do not specify use by day or night, are usable only by night.
Xyre
Name: Jane Derring
Alignment: Town
Dossier: The leader of the Rebel's Inheritance Project, you were killed by Earth Authority agents en route to your assignment. Prior to your death, you were responsible for managing and coordinating the team's progress towards its top-secret objective, and ensuring their safety.
0- Target player gains 1 empowerment.
2- Bus Driver - Switch the targets of two target players.
4- Mass roleblock all non-kill abilities. You may only activate this ability once per game.
Special Ops: 2
Voxxicus
Megiddo
Dead Special Ops:
Brinatoo
silverycrys
Ghosting
Prophylaxis
Vaimes
Excited for this game.
I guess we can sort of talk to the players by quoting the posts we're responding to, then they can quote our posts back?
Is that legit? It's a bit clunky but...
I feel so free being an active spectator though. It's nice.
Only thing rules-wise I see is we're not allowed to post in each other's threads or quote private communication (one-way or mod messages).
(Though I didn't either, I got lazy after posting last night because it was late.)
Yes D_V, I'm town.
Don't expect any miracles though, I haven't played with about the people you have over there.
Rude.
If I thought I could read you, I'd probably say you were town for this post.
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inb4 Silver and I are the only active spectators.
T-giving weekend aw ye
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tom: "i can read vaimes!"
lol
Tom as town
D_V as town
Iso as town
Shadow as town
Manders as scum
TheIceMan as lean scum
GJ as I have no idea like always
We're allowed to make unlimited links between players, though, or am I reading that incorrectly?
Vaimes are you scum or no? I won't tell anyone.
I'm town for the record, which I'm actually excited about even though I'm just spectating and not "really" in the game. I've been neutral or scum my past 5 or so games so definitely feels weird to be on this side.
Mafia Stats 2016-2017:
Town: 1-0 | Scum: 2-0 | Neutral: 1-1
Mafia Stats 2016-2017:
Town: 1-0 | Scum: 2-0 | Neutral: 1-1
What does NAI mean? I asked Google but it told me it's a common name in the Mein language, which may or may not be the definition you're using.
Mafia Stats 2016-2017:
Town: 1-0 | Scum: 2-0 | Neutral: 1-1
Also, I dunno about wincons. Up to you if you want to share yours I guess.
I have different concerns about Ghosting's alignment that I'm not comfortable revealing right now. Maybe later once all the spectators have checked in. It's a silly mistake. We have nothing in common other than that our names start with "s." Maybe it's because your avatar is grey?
I'm actually neutral again.
(Not really though, as much as I'd be down for that.)
@D_V: I wasn't being serious, I don't think any of us have win conditions aside from town/scum. At least, I didn't get a special one.
@Tom: Want me to request a private chat for us? The idea brings back good memories.
Mafia Stats 2016-2017:
Town: 1-0 | Scum: 2-0 | Neutral: 1-1
Still don't want to talk about it, though I'm sure you can figure it out.
I agree with Iso that the most useful, uh, use seems to be for two people to link to each other and use it as a neighbor chat.
They are one-way but everyone gets a link so we should be able to cross link (assuming Az doesn't mind, of course).
I love you too.
I'm curious about everyone's opinions/ideas on the one way chats.
I haven't read the thread. I don't plan on reading the thread. My understanding is I can open a 1-way chat with someone on a future day and tell them who the scum are, yes?
Let's say on day three or so, anyone that wants me to chat at them should @Voxxicus in bold and blue in the main thread and I'll pick whoever I'm most sure is town and post a bunch at them in a QT.
If nothing else it'll be practice getting reads on people and getting to make fun of whoever it is if they ignore my reads and I'm right (Hi Iso).
i wanted to say this in our last game together but I was obvscum and too scared to do so
i will now be changing my avatar to also be james spader
I believe somebody (seppel?) coined the phrase "manders busy" to apply to exactly these situations.
I was actually hoping that seppel would comment on this so I could get a bit of a read on him but obviously he went and claimed neutral.
@wf are you still trying to meta chris? I thought we established that this didn't work.
I do not know if this is alignment indicative but I seem to recall him doing this as town, and not as scum.
masks, right, that was what I was referring to. you remember more than I do clearly as I have been intentionally hiding from this web forum for a while. my point is that while I know he has definitely and clearly done this as town... does he do it as scum? If so continue on. Generally /agree that it's obscuring behavior.
i am actually reading the game but dang
somebody send nudes
I'm just way too distracted by other stuff to contribute anything meaningful at present, like reading for alignments and things.
Sorry guys.
I'll do some of the wagons up after the lynch, though.
That shouldn't tax my resources too much.
Not that you should trust me since I'm basically slanking and you have no idea if I'm town or not.
Meh. I like looking at wagons so you'll get them anyway.
@Azrael:
Will this thread be closed at night, as well, or just the main thread?
really what I want to do is pair off with somebody so I can be the bird on their shoulder as they talk. I think that's the best I can be this game.
I offered this to bongo but he seems to have declined, which I find suspicious tbh.
Could always just pick someone and start
shouting atadvising them even if they can't talk back, I suppose.you were the only one actually trying in here (I never was, let's be clear)
I mean we can chat. What are your thoughts? High level.
Welcome to megops, where nobody's talking and the posts don't matter.
@megs:
I am town, but obviously I wouldn't say different so...
/wine
I can link with shadow if you want since Cy noticed you lol.
I don't even have many high level thoughts right now, I've mostly been skimming.
I do think lynching Bur is too easy, though, and his claim isn't far fetched. Town roleblocker/1-shot bodyguard could be a thing.
I should probably iso Anak but I just don't really have it in me.
I'll try to pop in every once in a while and comment on current events from now on though.
@D_V's #889:
What do you mean "if he were town he would have claimed"?
Hrm.
I have a thought on this but want tom to respond first.
Muh. Might as well still, I suppose, unless someone who hasn't used theirs yet would like my input.