oops Darryl fuck I make my own decisions
I am a
Neutral Survivor/Juggernaut.
No, I'm not a Serial Killer, evidently. Nor am I a filthy, filthy Arsonist. I'm a dual-class treasure. Fighter/Thief? Thief/Fighter. Figuratively.
You want breadcrumbs? I have dungeons of them (and these are just from the beginning of the game):
Feels good to be Town-aligned, doesn't it?
I bet it does
^should be obvious
^GIF showing off 2 cards reveal, hinting at my dual-class
I have a plan
It requires volunteers
Who wants to play Mafia with me
^2d6 for that D&D shout-out cred
I am my own pineapple
*snip*
alright, funny you should say that. Putting the fruit sandwiches aside for a moment
As you may have witnessed, the Town faction of GAFia has not been doing well as of late. Losses, streaks of game losses, all very recently, as compared to Towns prior. It's almost as if we've forgotten how to hunt
*snip*
So, I propose that we divide ourselves into arbitrary "read teams" of 2 players per; not for the purposes of trust, but for the purpose of efficiency. Delegation is the key to managing this workload, isn't it?
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This does NOT prohibit players from providing reads on others not assigned to them, BUT it will help us suss out hidden social links and agendas via forced interaction(s), YEAH?
go
^My entire "read teams" shtick was for dropping hints of my dual Role nature. "2 players per" line; this one's soft but it's survivors may be strangers but they gotta band together to have any "chance", yeah? "Forced" interaction (hinting at my Juggernaut/Strength Role-modifier). And the "forgotten how to hunt" one is a post-apocalyptic reference referring to those who are left, are forced to regress back to an outdated means of living in "hunting" (my Juggernaut-half) they have forgotten, just in order to "survive" (my Survivor-half).
Roast chicken, caramelized red onions, pickled chilli peppers, BBQ sauce and pineapple bits, pineapple bits, pineapple bits, pineapple bits, pineapple bits and pineapple bits
with garlic-mayo or spinach dip
Also, the best pizzas are homemade and modern Pizza Hut is trash
*snip*
^A reference to those who make [annoying] custom pizza orders (as I am the Deliverer). Plus a snooty expression of disdain for those who don't know how to cook and just order out.
^me cracking my knuckles because I'm Strong
But what about what I want
^bonus
My Role-name is
The Deliverer. Apparently I'm just trying to do my job and deliver these goddamn pizza(s) and if it's got pineapple on it that's your order(s), fucker(s).
And I killed Natiko last Night. Surprise!
...not a single one of you questioned why Natiko, the fucking MILLER claimant, died. I tried to coax you into noticing, into discussing it, but nope. 2 Role-claims at the beginning of the Day and you all salivate your minds off.
I'll bring it up then:
why the fuck would scum kill the Miller claimant?
Don't you find it a
little bit suspect that the "Alignment Cop" hey_monkey reveals herself right after the Miller dies?
It's because they didn't. I did.
I killed Natiko. That's what
Town-aligned Vigilantes are supposed to do, aren't they? Cut off loose ends? I mean, I'm Neutral, but c'mon. sry scum to play off the meta but GAFia Town needed the help as of late, no
So that begs the question; why the lonesome kill? Where's the N2 two-fer? Well,
I have one weird theory:
Scum failed their kill last Night.
Swamped died. She was their Roleblocker.
Her loss simply increased the odds of their NK failing, due to no Roleblock preventing a Doctor protect. And I believe such a thing happened last Night. Role Madness, yes?
Huh?
Am I x-shot(s)? Probably.