Sweet child, we didn't make the boneheaded move of throwing our PR identity away on the first day, nor did we claim "Miller".
Old man, if you hadn't noticed, after we saw
you staring back at us we were content to leave you the hell alone Today; and then you use that against us as a #scumtell? For keeping you a dirty secret for your own good? Who threw their PR away, now? Because we at least did it for a valid reason given our status as Millers, whatever "you" are; it was essentially preemptive, in benevolent caution as is expected of such. You can decry us for it, yet you seem content and even proud to flash yourself out when you perceive blood to be spilled, without any thought for self-preservation, and there is even precedence in evidence for your particular predilection. More like
Shark-adore.
But, I don't think you process anything
that far ahead. Maybe, since
we were already underway, you should have
allowed us to take the continual Nightly heat for you (and yes, despite being one of the far-fetched options due to our popularity as a controversial conversation piece, Team BLAWL having been defended from attack is one more potential explanation for the no-kill last Night that should
not be discarded), but thanks for putting yourself, the "Real Town Tracker" in the
real Double Jeopardy now.
Great
Town move, that.
Pay attention this time, because on behalf of the masses
I am tired of re-iterating what is accepted common practice for those of
our persuasion.
Standard Miller operating procedure dictates an early open-door policy so as to foster maximal trust and prevent the wasted application of an investigator's Nightly power-use at a later date, including the subsequent unfortunately resultant
TURBO Day lynching of us at that time.
We did
not withhold the fact that We're The Millers per this rule-set, and understand that it was our prerogative that our Tracker sub-class be made known to you all similarly ASAP in support of those same exact reasons.
Real Millers don't leave shit up their ass to shit out later for an escape rope.
You're trying to pass off as not-scum. We waited in the shadows and made it through N1 to this moment.
Yes, again, that's the fucking caveat of being a Miller,
dual-class not-withstanding,
natural instinct as a player not-withstanding. If we had solely stated ourselves to be as Millers and had elected to omit that Tracker detail from our oh-so succinct debut, as you personally profess we should have; it would have be seen as a subtraction, not addition, upon reveal to our already tentative credibility after-the-initial-claim-fact in the highly likely event we had to come 'fully clean' in future due to increased scrutiny of our persons as naturally befits those of the Miller persuasion late-game. Which you are accelerating us towards.
This reaction
truth is regardless of any investigation; name-based, alignment-based or otherwise. Players do not react well to what they would perceive as conjured hand-waves against their suspicions in the form of claimed pro-Town abilities, especially when the claimant is in immediate danger without such. It is by this reasoning we did so.
Again.
And there's your plan, I see? Jump out and push to vote your "fellow" Tracker role out, when we've so affirmed each other as relevant powers?
Did you honestly think that confirming what
we first said, could be used against us?
We opened that entrance. You only fumbled through while your sidekick giggled as he was told, and think you can sue us for perceived damages. No.
I will not allow our discretion Today to be made into accusation by you.
You chose to hang all-out here. Indeed, you might as well, now, and so will we,
further; so tell me, what's
your Role Name, Team Zippador? Since Timeflux Namecop apparently isn't a factor anymore. What will you lose now? Maybe you should let your prize Chatot Zipped (POKEDEX: 'Chatot, the Music Note Pokemon. It hears words and then mimics them.') answer that for a change, I think he needs to stretch after all that carrying, especially in such a cramped ball...s.
As for us,
Team BLAWL are the '
Best Friends'. The magnificent
Blargonaut x Kawl_USC, and you can stick that in your collective canon. Or will you all ship us out like you did last gen's OTP?
And, Kark, is that what you were alluding to, with calling us "chums"? I don't know how a mere Tracker would know that, if so.
To paraphrase the Role flavour; we're kids whose parents have been lifelong friends from before we were even born. They always tease us about how we're going to grow up and get married since our families were so close; but, being kids, we still think love is "icky" and "disgusting", and hate it when they do that. Hence, why we appear
Loveless when investigated. We're still young and we just think of being friends.
Our tracking ability is unlimited. It is flavourless and unjustified in its bounty in all except probable balance for our host-applied handicap. Hell, if you survive long enough to repeatedly check us out (but you clearly won't, since you're smart like that) by whatever meagre x-shots you have left, if you survive past shriveling and miraculously reload your telescopic cannon for forever and ever,
you'll see we never stop. Never. Perhaps, if
you were able to Track past your limited capability now, you'd see that we'd have cared for your future. But you're famous for it now, and we're oh-so beneath you.
As an aside, since we've mutually confirmed that we are both relatively safe, un-retaliatory visits unlike the facing of 'Thorns Aura' that Timeflux nurtured for themselves D1, both our doors are open henceforth; and, with that comes mutual danger, as you must see now. Danger that may be mitigated, together.
Yet, we all know you
despise the presence of kids anyway, Kark, so continue with your separatist agenda if you feel you must. Meanwhile, I'll be sleeping, and when I wake up, I'll be on the deck of a Town Battleship prototype in light of you and your lackey's piteous visage(s) and their revelation. I told you, I don't hold grudges; there is only the Plan. Expect cooperation
VOTE: FluxWaveZ
As is required of
our Elite 4.
brb, naptime
