Wasn't there a thread awhile ago talking about WotC getting a patent on the Planeswalker's names as well as a mysterious "Tezzeret" (or something of the sort).
With all the speculation about Shadowmoor being a darker mini-block, I might as well throw my hat in the ring and suggest this "Tezzeret" not only be a Planeswalker, but perhaps also the "villian." And the only Planeswalker in the set.
As for his color... I'm betting on multicolor (any colors are possible). They've set up each color's version of a Planeswalker in Lorwyn, why not show us a multicolored one. Heck, maybe all five colors and extremely powerfull.
First of all, had I known what was going on with the clan, I surely would have defended myself. While I couldn't access the internet save for AIM (due to Trend Micro's firewall), while most of this conversation was takng place. I was told so and had no recourse save for telling some people to make posts for me. I'm rather glad it didn't happen, as those would have been brash actions that wouldn't have applied to the topic at hand. I wanted to keep the topic of why I've been acting the way I have the last month to a clan chat, but that must have been blocked as well. I really didn't want this to be a public affair. I certainly didn't want any arguments concerning the clan itself to stem from it either. In addition, I've been spending time away from the computer, writing and rediscovering myself. However, for what its worth, this is my defense: The major thing I really need to address is the fact that certain people seem to think I'd do something as childish as to go on AIM (or any other chat service) and pretend to be someone I'm not. After viewing my Trillian chat logs with Daron (they go back as far as January 31st 2006), I can say I definatly never claimed to be a paramedic "here to claim the casuality." Indeed, no paramedics when I put myself in the hospital said anything either. None of them were even in my bedroom, and there were more police than paramedics. Secondly, Tonya is not someone I made up. She exists. She lives about half a mile from me and we've known each other for about eight years. We dated for almost three of them. Furthermore, just thinking she's me and then telling everyone about it is entirely unfair. You spoke to her in text, there's not a lot that can distinguish one person from another that way. And I'm guessing its only because, Daron, she thought you were the person I'd gotten those pills from (this happened last September or October). She's since appolgized twice about it. Yet, you still seem to remain upset because of some of the things she said. And I certainly can't blame you. However, that's no reason to fault me for it. Additionally, when I sent her to tell everyone I was all right after the hospital (by way of calling herself my secretary), I was on the phone with her most of the time. I can understand how that may have been confusing as she was essentially quoting me verbatim. She understands me nearly as much as my friend Brandt does (who, ironically enough, Daron never claimed was someone I made up even when I'd joked about it) and she will continue to be around. I recently taught her how to play Magic and she loves it. She bought a few boxes of the current sets and its not only a joy to open that many cards at once, but to play the game in person with them. Previously, my friends and I had meager collections. Granted, her typing skills are deplorable, and she's entirely way too hung up on the things I do artistically (which is very annoying), but she is simply not a persona of myself. As a matter of fact, the only person I've ever made up and claimed to be someone other than me is Alcoholism Personified. That was only for purposes of The Manifesto and that project is the only place he exists and only there as a metaphor for the things I hate about myself. Which brings me to the things I hate about myself and have been changing. All coming from my penchant for drinking massive amounts of alcohol. It is rediulous. I've been working on eliminating that part of me for a very long time. This past month, I've done quite well. Facing life sober certainly hasn't been easy, especially considering the amount of other crap that's piled on top of it. But, if I can get through it all sober, then I've done myself a ton of good overall. Everything I hate about myself is in the bottom of a booze bottle. So, to eliminate what I hate about myself, I had to quite drinking like that. If one were to tally everything I've drank this month, it wouldn't come close to the amount I would ritualistically drink in one or two days. When I think about all the stupid, regretful things I've done while under the influence, it makes me want to puke. Thus, I made the choice to take all of that and bundle it into something I wrote called The Manifesto. The first part most of you have read. It consists mainly of me getting really intoxicated, going out into the woods, and fighting myself. I chose to let people read only the first part in order to accomplish the second. The second part was written in the hospital. It is essentually me arguing with myself and writing the argument down. I've always said I have problems writing dialogue, so it was also an excersise in doing that. The night I chose to go to the hospital (granted, I had to eat a bunch of pills and request help from friends) was planned from the beginning. I'm certainly not strong enough to deal with stress while being sober. Especially not in the beginning of recovery. Sure, I could write The Manifesto in order to close the cycle of becoming a ranting and raving drunken lunatic, but I still needed a vacation away from the mundane stressful things that were happening. I was also curious as to how healthy my body was, being that I hadn't been to a doctor in many years. Surprisingly, the physical had some very good results. No STDs, my liver works fine (that caused a lot of confusion, Brandt seems to think its due to my high metabolism, which also explains why I can drink so much at one time). As a matter of fact, my only problems are being tongue-tied (I knew that anyway. It means my tongue is attached to the bottom of my mouth making it unable to extend very far), a build up of wax in my left ear causing hearing loss (the irony of that is not lost on me, although I got some ear drops and its since been removed), and my lungs being slightly under par due to smoking. When I left the hospital, the next step was to take a bit of a pilgrimage. Get away from my current life and all its vices. I spent much time with old friends, video games, Magic cards, and other human interaction I had been missing. I spent a day with Brandt, playing some NASCAR game. He's got it set up in front of his television. Little tape marks to show where the chair goes, pedals, steering wheel, and a shifter he built himself. We had a wonderful time venting about everything that bothers us as well as doing the things we often do when we're together. I traveled during that time wih a pink (yes, freaking pink) laundry bag because my old nomad bag is retired. In it, I carried my notebook, food, books (J. D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey and Orwell's 1984, for those interested), and a few other odds and ends (like a flashlight and utility knife). The nostalgia of that week was intense, and exactly what I needed in order to reconnect with myself. Upon returning home, I decided I was going to hole up for awhile. There was a TOOL tribute going on at the bar downstairs that night, and I didn't even go to it. I sat in the living room writing in my notebook, I could hear it fine from there. I really just wanted some "me" time. I think there comes a time for everyone when all they want to do is be left alone. Sure, I'd talk to people for a bit on AIM or whatever, but I wasn't ready to make my internet presence known at that time (hell, I'm still not quite doing that). I played a lot of video games and MTGO, but that was about it. I was of course, being pestered to post here. So, I made a tiny little post letting everyone know I was back, doing fine, and would come back when I wasn't so drowsy. After finding out I'd lost my job, I was sleeping a lot. My sleep schedule is really out of whack to this day. I'm usually up at five in the morning and asleep by eight or nine at night, with a nap sometimes in the afternoon. Last Thursday (or maybe it was Wednesday), I called Tonya. I'd missed her birthday. She said I could make it up to her because she was on vacation all week. So, she came over and we hung out here until Sunday night. Yesterday, I was at her place doing laundry most of the day. The internet wasn't good for anything other than AIM until late Saturday morning so (because I have other things to do besides sit around online for the time being), I said she could talk to whomever she wanted while I wrote in my notebook. Although, in the mornings, I was usually around copying things I'd written from my notebook to my computer and trying to get the internet to work because my cousin gave me his World of Warcraft password. Finally, I'm left with the catch-22 situation of why I try doing anything to help myself, when in fact, its led me to more ruin than drinking ever did. It seems both paths are wrought with problems. Here is everything I've lost in the past month: 1. Kari Jo. The whole chain of events began with her consistant *****ing about my drinking. I knew it was a problem, and was trying hard to clear it away. However, her refusal to support that (or anything I do for that matter [thinking about it now, I can't believe I was in love with someone so wrapped up in herself]). I told her my next project was going to be very dark and strange, but in the end, I'd be a better person. Thus began The Manifesto. She read an early draft and that ended the relationship. 2. My job. In the depression that followed, stemming from sobering up, losing KJ, and the questions working on The Manifesto prompted; I knew I needed a vacation. Both to the hospital for the reasons outlined above and to visit friends I hadn't seen in a very long time. Although I succeded, I lost yet another thing I cared about. That was quite possibly the best job I've ever had. 3. My apartment. Granted, I haven't lost it yet, though it does appear I will soon. After being gone so long and not working, I can't afford rent. I owe March and April's by Friday. I just found this out yesterday afternoon. My landlord has been talking about turning it into his office and letting some friends of his move in anyway. Also, while I was in the hospital, my roommate and his friend(s) were in my room using my computer. I confronted him about it and he lied to me. Even though he did the right thing when I left that night (he called Brandt), I cannot trust him. In addition to that, who knows what he's said to people about why I was in the hospital. He told my landlord (who apparently doesn't give a crap), who knows who else he's told. Considering we both play poker at the same bars and he's better friends with them than I am, I'm sure there will be problems when I return there to play. As I told my friend Sam (him being the only person to visit while I was in said hospital and ranking number three in my close non-internet friends) today, "Yeah, I'll go play tonight. Its time once again to toy with people's percepions of me based on what's said behind my back." Sadly though, if I'm forced to move, I'll miss it here, being the best place I've ever lived. 4. The Called. Barring the entire argument concerning people thinking Tonya isn't real (and really, where's the proof? Just posting things she's said on AIM and saying "That's just Zigathon playing games!" is very unlogical and untrue), I'm surprised no one ever said, "Hey man, go clean up your act." I mean, an intervention about six or seven months ago would most likely have prevented the series of events that have brought us here today. I was never told, "Hey, if you keep getting drunk and leaving stupid posts on the thread, we're going to give you the boot." Although I may have been seen as a drunk (I certainly won't argue with that), or generally weird, I really respect you folks. Some of you I even view as friends. But, I can't take back the things I did or said. Its a lesson in life we all must learn sometimes. Of all the people I've met online, you guys are among the best. This was one place I could get support if I needed it. I'm not asking to be let back into the clan, but I had to defend myself. I'm still around on AIM (just not as much as I used to be) if you ever want to say hello or something. I'll still check this thread once in awhile, but I doubt I'll post anything. Time spent writing this: All day (outside of the occasional Mypace message, chat conversation, or phone call). Another reason it took so long for me to log in and post. Wishing you all the best, The King of Nerds, Zigathon Vouraun
I am back. I've been back for a few days. When I'm not feeling so damn drowsy (its been a very long day) I'll recant the tale of my whereabouts and whatnot over the past few weeks.
@Daggs, you wouldn't happen to have a picture of said leech bracelet, would you? I think that would be quite interesting to see.
Hey, you know what? I feel good now. DUX saved the day. You know, really cheered me up. **** all this death. Besides, a trenchcoat is a horrible looking noose. KJ and I are getting along as good as we ever will. Its not the best, but I think its due to my callousness and protectiveness (are those even words?) due to my past. In liu of death... let me begin anew: Hey guys, I'm Zigathon. I really enjoy this clan's take on life (although that Cyan is a jerk [albeight an awesome one]). What does it take to join?
I am but a vanilla townie. Hence my earlier suspicion of Everlaster's claim. I'm only an actor of the Shakespean (sp?) variety. Such a tragety this is, forcing me to claim, but I do it in my defense. Lynch me if you feel you must, but the scum will overtake you if you do. LookingforReality is the scum you seek... leave me alone, but if I hang, you are all doomed.
As far as I see it, the only case against me was brought about by someone replacing someone I thought was acting very scummy. The rest of you seem to enjoy jumping on a bandwagon, attacking me for things I did early in the game. Then, after I said why I made certain choices, the issue was dropped in the early game. These replacement players brought it back up, and now I'm scummy again? How is it my defense for that doesn't apply now? Go ahead, lynch me... you'll only hurt the town and put yourselves in a situation in which if you don't lynch a scum, you'll lose. However, I'm willing to claim to preserve my dignity.
My vote for LookingforReality is the same as my previous vote for AK9. As I stated, just because the player changed, doesn't mean the role did. I had been on AK9's back for several pages and posts. He got replaced and I removed my vote. His replacement came out of the gates bringing an argument about me. That seems like he's trying to deter me from seeing his true nature. Thus, should I move my vote back to him (which I did), it would seem OMGUS. However, if you look closer, you can see that is exactly what he's been doing to me since he came in. My actions are largly based on my chaotic nature. What I think one minute can change during the next. Playing this game has really opened my eyes toward making more convincing arguments. Unfortunatly, I have none in my defense, save for the fact that lynching me would be a bad idea for the town. I've merely been thinking about things and asking questions. If that's scummy, I'm completely lost. This is why I'm prepared to claim, as that's the best defense I can think of doing at this moment.
Oh, I almost forgot... Abbeygargoyle, can you please tell me why you are voting for me when you've clearly stated InfinityCubed is "he is the current suspect numero uno?"
Zigathon - Has been playing scummy all game. Starting with has blatant bandwagon post (#31) to his three most recent scummy posts, he has looked like scum. The latest three: #238 where he barns IC, but he then says that he won't be the first to make a town/neutral/scum list, #256 where he is blatantly fishing for info, and then #286 where he calls for a deadline (cloture = bad for the town) admits to piggybacking but does it anyways. Just because you admit you are doing something shady DOES NOT make not shady to do it. If anything, it makes him look worse.
Expanded Ziggy Case: HI FISH HI. No, Ziggy, just because you suspect two people of being scum, does not mean they should claim on day two out of the blue.
As for the points made against me, all I can say is I'm still wet behind the ears as far as Mafia goes. So, while I may have asked for a claim of those the town suspected to be scummy in the majority as well as pushing a deadline, it was only an idea I had. I didn't know it was a bad idea until other players said so.
The difference is between asking for a claim when a player is at -2, and asking for two claims, both players with very little pressure on them as far as votes go, and asking for a soft claim versus asking for a full claim. It's pretty worse on your side of things than on Apok's.
In other thoughts, I still stand by my assessment that Zigathon has been quite a bit more scummy than IC although there is a strong case there as well. I would prefer to Vote: Zigathon although I would be happy to see any of the three that I listed as scummy in my last post swing.
Misrep there: I am voting for Zigathon right now. While I have commented on IC (he is the current suspect numero uno), I still think that Zigathon is more scummy than him. IC is #2 on my scumdar for now.
Please- there have been plenty of cases made. I believe I made one, AG made one, ect.
Where are the cases? I showed my explination (and there was further dialogue in which I asked for an explination as to why my asking for a majority claim was deemed scummy) here, and yet the case continues on generals. VOTE: LookingforReality
You replaced AK9 and I thought him to be very scummy. So far, you've made several attacks in my direction and continue to push the issue despite my misunderstanding of the case against me. Thus, I'm forced into an inadequte defense in the eyes of my fellow town members. Although the player of the game may have changed, the role is still scum.
I'm back from a series of travels in the Twin Cities and surrounding area. I'll post about them later. For now, I just wanted to chime in and say, "Daron, that is some cool stuff! Where were you reading about it?" I'm very much into space-nerdism.
It could have been cool though (maybe).
With all the speculation about Shadowmoor being a darker mini-block, I might as well throw my hat in the ring and suggest this "Tezzeret" not only be a Planeswalker, but perhaps also the "villian." And the only Planeswalker in the set.
As for his color... I'm betting on multicolor (any colors are possible). They've set up each color's version of a Planeswalker in Lorwyn, why not show us a multicolored one. Heck, maybe all five colors and extremely powerfull.
Just so you know, I've been doing fine (I have plenty of entertaining stories about recent events and maybe I'll share them someday).
I just thought, for now, I'd drop by and inform you (unless this has been mentioned and I missed it) that the card Ponder has great "Called" artwork.
Hint: Its in the foreground, and looks like a frown...
Also, Dux, that Sunburst card in the last thread was awesome!!!
I shall speak no more unless I'm allowed... but man, I miss you guys. Oh, did I mention Dux' card was awesome?
The major thing I really need to address is the fact that certain people seem to think I'd do something as childish as to go on AIM (or any other chat service) and pretend to be someone I'm not. After viewing my Trillian chat logs with Daron (they go back as far as January 31st 2006), I can say I definatly never claimed to be a paramedic "here to claim the casuality." Indeed, no paramedics when I put myself in the hospital said anything either. None of them were even in my bedroom, and there were more police than paramedics.
Secondly, Tonya is not someone I made up. She exists. She lives about half a mile from me and we've known each other for about eight years. We dated for almost three of them. Furthermore, just thinking she's me and then telling everyone about it is entirely unfair. You spoke to her in text, there's not a lot that can distinguish one person from another that way. And I'm guessing its only because, Daron, she thought you were the person I'd gotten those pills from (this happened last September or October). She's since appolgized twice about it. Yet, you still seem to remain upset because of some of the things she said. And I certainly can't blame you. However, that's no reason to fault me for it.
Additionally, when I sent her to tell everyone I was all right after the hospital (by way of calling herself my secretary), I was on the phone with her most of the time. I can understand how that may have been confusing as she was essentially quoting me verbatim. She understands me nearly as much as my friend Brandt does (who, ironically enough, Daron never claimed was someone I made up even when I'd joked about it) and she will continue to be around. I recently taught her how to play Magic and she loves it. She bought a few boxes of the current sets and its not only a joy to open that many cards at once, but to play the game in person with them. Previously, my friends and I had meager collections.
Granted, her typing skills are deplorable, and she's entirely way too hung up on the things I do artistically (which is very annoying), but she is simply not a persona of myself.
As a matter of fact, the only person I've ever made up and claimed to be someone other than me is Alcoholism Personified. That was only for purposes of The Manifesto and that project is the only place he exists and only there as a metaphor for the things I hate about myself.
Which brings me to the things I hate about myself and have been changing. All coming from my penchant for drinking massive amounts of alcohol. It is rediulous. I've been working on eliminating that part of me for a very long time. This past month, I've done quite well. Facing life sober certainly hasn't been easy, especially considering the amount of other crap that's piled on top of it. But, if I can get through it all sober, then I've done myself a ton of good overall. Everything I hate about myself is in the bottom of a booze bottle. So, to eliminate what I hate about myself, I had to quite drinking like that. If one were to tally everything I've drank this month, it wouldn't come close to the amount I would ritualistically drink in one or two days. When I think about all the stupid, regretful things I've done while under the influence, it makes me want to puke.
Thus, I made the choice to take all of that and bundle it into something I wrote called The Manifesto. The first part most of you have read. It consists mainly of me getting really intoxicated, going out into the woods, and fighting myself. I chose to let people read only the first part in order to accomplish the second.
The second part was written in the hospital. It is essentually me arguing with myself and writing the argument down. I've always said I have problems writing dialogue, so it was also an excersise in doing that.
The night I chose to go to the hospital (granted, I had to eat a bunch of pills and request help from friends) was planned from the beginning. I'm certainly not strong enough to deal with stress while being sober. Especially not in the beginning of recovery. Sure, I could write The Manifesto in order to close the cycle of becoming a ranting and raving drunken lunatic, but
I still needed a vacation away from the mundane stressful things that were happening. I was also curious as to how healthy my body was, being that I hadn't been to a doctor in many years.
Surprisingly, the physical had some very good results. No STDs, my liver works fine (that caused a lot of confusion, Brandt seems to think its due to my high metabolism, which also explains why I can drink so much at one time). As a matter of fact, my only problems are being tongue-tied (I knew that anyway. It means my tongue is attached to the bottom of my mouth making it unable to extend very far), a build up of wax in my left ear causing hearing loss (the irony of that is not lost on me, although I got some ear drops and its since been removed), and my lungs being slightly under par due to smoking.
When I left the hospital, the next step was to take a bit of a pilgrimage. Get away from my current life and all its vices. I spent much time with old friends, video games, Magic cards, and other human interaction I had been missing. I spent a day with Brandt, playing some NASCAR game. He's got it set up in front of his television. Little tape marks to show where the chair goes, pedals, steering wheel, and a shifter he built himself. We had a wonderful time venting about everything that bothers us as well as doing the things we often do when we're together.
I traveled during that time wih a pink (yes, freaking pink) laundry bag because my old nomad bag is retired. In it, I carried my notebook, food, books (J. D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey and Orwell's 1984, for those interested), and a few other odds and ends (like a flashlight and utility knife).
The nostalgia of that week was intense, and exactly what I needed in order to reconnect with myself.
Upon returning home, I decided I was going to hole up for awhile. There was a TOOL tribute going on at the bar downstairs that night, and I didn't even go to it. I sat in the living room writing in my notebook, I could hear it fine from there.
I really just wanted some "me" time. I think there comes a time for everyone when all they want to do is be left alone. Sure, I'd talk to people for a bit on AIM or whatever, but I wasn't ready to make my internet presence known at that time (hell, I'm still not quite doing that). I played a lot of video games and MTGO, but that was about it. I was of course, being pestered to post here. So, I made a tiny little post letting everyone know I was back, doing fine, and would come back when I wasn't so drowsy. After finding out I'd lost my job, I was sleeping a lot. My sleep schedule is really out of whack to this day. I'm usually up at five in the morning and asleep by eight or nine at night, with a nap sometimes in the afternoon.
Last Thursday (or maybe it was Wednesday), I called Tonya. I'd missed her birthday. She said I could make it up to her because she was on vacation all week. So, she came over and we hung out here until Sunday night. Yesterday, I was at her place doing laundry most of the day.
The internet wasn't good for anything other than AIM until late Saturday morning so (because I have other things to do besides sit around online for the time being), I said she could talk to whomever she wanted while I wrote in my notebook. Although, in the mornings, I was usually around copying things I'd written from my notebook to my computer and trying to get the internet to work because my cousin gave me his World of Warcraft password.
Finally, I'm left with the catch-22 situation of why I try doing anything to help myself, when in fact, its led me to more ruin than drinking ever did. It seems both paths are wrought with problems. Here is everything I've lost in the past month:
1. Kari Jo. The whole chain of events began with her consistant *****ing about my drinking. I knew it was a problem, and was trying hard to clear it away. However, her refusal to support that (or anything I do for that matter [thinking about it now, I can't believe I was in love with someone so wrapped up in herself]). I told her my next project was going to be very dark and strange, but in the end, I'd be a better person. Thus began The Manifesto. She read an early draft and that ended the relationship.
2. My job. In the depression that followed, stemming from sobering up, losing KJ, and the questions working on The Manifesto prompted; I knew I needed a vacation. Both to the hospital for the reasons outlined above and to visit friends I hadn't seen in a very long time. Although I succeded, I lost yet another thing I cared about. That was quite possibly the best job I've ever had.
3. My apartment. Granted, I haven't lost it yet, though it does appear I will soon. After being gone so long and not working, I can't afford rent. I owe March and April's by Friday. I just found this out yesterday afternoon. My landlord has been talking about turning it into his office and letting some friends of his move in anyway.
Also, while I was in the hospital, my roommate and his friend(s) were in my room using my computer. I confronted him about it and he lied to me. Even though he did the right thing when I left that night (he called Brandt), I cannot trust him. In addition to that, who knows what he's said to people about why I was in the hospital. He told my landlord (who apparently doesn't give a crap), who knows who else he's told. Considering we both play poker at the same bars and he's better friends with them than I am, I'm sure there will be problems when I return there to play. As I told my friend Sam (him being the only person to visit while I was in said hospital and ranking number three in my close non-internet friends) today, "Yeah, I'll go play tonight. Its time once again to toy with people's percepions of me based on what's said behind my back." Sadly though, if I'm forced to move, I'll miss it here, being the best place I've ever lived.
4. The Called. Barring the entire argument concerning people thinking Tonya isn't real (and really, where's the proof? Just posting things she's said on AIM and saying "That's just Zigathon playing games!" is very unlogical and untrue), I'm surprised no one ever said, "Hey man, go clean up your act." I mean, an intervention about six or seven months ago would most likely have prevented the series of events that have brought us here today. I was never told, "Hey, if you keep getting drunk and leaving stupid posts on the thread, we're going to give you the boot."
Although I may have been seen as a drunk (I certainly won't argue with that), or generally weird, I really respect you folks. Some of you I even view as friends. But, I can't take back the things I did or said. Its a lesson in life we all must learn sometimes. Of all the people I've met online, you guys are among the best. This was one place I could get support if I needed it.
I'm not asking to be let back into the clan, but I had to defend myself. I'm still around on AIM (just not as much as I used to be) if you ever want to say hello or something. I'll still check this thread once in awhile, but I doubt I'll post anything.
Time spent writing this: All day (outside of the occasional Mypace message, chat conversation, or phone call). Another reason it took so long for me to log in and post.
Wishing you all the best,
The King of Nerds,
Zigathon Vouraun
@Daggs, you wouldn't happen to have a picture of said leech bracelet, would you? I think that would be quite interesting to see.
I feel good now. DUX saved the day. You know, really cheered me up. **** all this death. Besides, a trenchcoat is a horrible looking noose.
KJ and I are getting along as good as we ever will. Its not the best, but I think its due to my callousness and protectiveness (are those even words?) due to my past.
In liu of death... let me begin anew:
Hey guys, I'm Zigathon. I really enjoy this clan's take on life (although that Cyan is a jerk [albeight an awesome one]). What does it take to join?
Ah, screw it, I drank again and am now sitting at work.
Also, I suck at being sober and should just keel over now.
Lynch me if you feel you must, but the scum will overtake you if you do. LookingforReality is the scum you seek... leave me alone, but if I hang, you are all doomed.
How is it my defense for that doesn't apply now? Go ahead, lynch me... you'll only hurt the town and put yourselves in a situation in which if you don't lynch a scum, you'll lose. However, I'm willing to claim to preserve my dignity.
My actions are largly based on my chaotic nature. What I think one minute can change during the next. Playing this game has really opened my eyes toward making more convincing arguments. Unfortunatly, I have none in my defense, save for the fact that lynching me would be a bad idea for the town. I've merely been thinking about things and asking questions. If that's scummy, I'm completely lost. This is why I'm prepared to claim, as that's the best defense I can think of doing at this moment.
Abbeygargoyle, can you please tell me why you are voting for me when you've clearly stated InfinityCubed is "he is the current suspect numero uno?"
Where are the cases? I showed my explination (and there was further dialogue in which I asked for an explination as to why my asking for a majority claim was deemed scummy) here, and yet the case continues on generals.
VOTE: LookingforReality
You replaced AK9 and I thought him to be very scummy. So far, you've made several attacks in my direction and continue to push the issue despite my misunderstanding of the case against me. Thus, I'm forced into an inadequte defense in the eyes of my fellow town members. Although the player of the game may have changed, the role is still scum.
"Daron, that is some cool stuff! Where were you reading about it?"
I'm very much into space-nerdism.