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  1. Kasimir
    Perfect! Take my vote! This is why you need to stop backstabbing people >>
  2. Kasimir

    If final year is hell, and hell is Braize, then does that mean that everytime I appear on 17S, a Desolation is coming shortly after?

  3. Kasimir
    The Wyrm Inquisition never needs a reason. I find your lack of faith disturbing
  4. Kasimir
    Er, thanks for the number of nominations I seem to have received...it's not the kind of thing a fellow quite expects to return to the forum to see. I'd like to be asked to be removed from the nominations process as I don't see myself as being on the 17S forums or playing SE for the foreseeable future apart from Maili's game, much less being anywhere else (although it'd always be nice to be proven wrong.) Personally, I'd like to nominate lynch Meta to die to prepare for glory because it's not about winning, it's about psychological warfare and terrifying them into submission. Having noted that Meta might be pretty busy, as a backup, and respecting the M'Hael's busyness, I'd go for the Wyrm'alor, Maili or my Skaa Bro, Lopen. Back to the hell of final year. #Kasout Edit: I forgot to mention, Seonid also looks like he could do with a good dose of glory
  5. Kasimir
    Got accepted to a Masters programme with a tuition fee waiver (i.e. pay nothing) and offered a teaching job. This should keep me busy for the next two years while I decide whether teaching and research is the life for me...
  6. Kasimir
    Would've liked to sign up, but I think I'll spectate this one. Could I have a spec doc link please?
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  8. Kasimir
    I was okay with Steris by AoL (I actually enjoyed this hilarious theory about Ranette and Steris, please don't ask) but I definitely got on board the fan-train by SoS, thankfull! To be honest, I'm still a little confused by Steris but I'm really appreciating how hard she's trying to make the marriage work, in a way. (As previously mentioned, trying to strap a shotgun to her thigh in case Wax needed it, lol!) I honestly wondered for a while if she was possibly some form of functioning psychopath, except that it seems more to me that she's not very emotionally savvy/people savvy, per se. Awesome Things About Steris: -"If it goes wrong, at least I'll have tried." You realise that Steris + Wax = Batman? (Considering how crazy-prepared is Batman's motto...) -I feel that she and Wax challenge each other, in a way. She challenges Wax to move past his instinctive dislikes of finance or politics while Wax gets her to try not caring about what people think about her. -Cod liver oil + metals. Enough said. (Also, carrying extra flasks for Wax? Winning.) -The safest place is near Wax, lol. She's not wrong... ^ These are the first that come to mind. And I'll admit I was all along really interested in the Wax/Steris pairing (since AoL) because I was hoping we'd come to see them grow to like each other (a slow-burn, if you will). I especially approved of Marasi moving on, because that's really hard to see in fantasy, IMO: you often have people pining about what might have been, and it's perfectly awesome and healthy to see them just decide to move on with their lives.
  9. Kasimir
    *cough* You mean Shadowrun or Dragonfall. I am really conflicted about whether to sign up but I'm just going to remove temptation for myself and request to be in on the spec doc as the penultimate-ish draft of my thesis is due at the end of this short month.
  10. Kasimir
    When you're in physics lecture, your lecturer asks the cohort why there's sixteen terms in the metric, and your immediate impulse is to call out, "Because Leras was here!"
  11. Kasimir
    I should probably have some comments as the secondary GM on this, but sadly, I don't, so I just want to thank all of you for playing and hope you've had a good ride
  12. Kasimir
    That doesn't make sense. You Cloud yourself (and someone else, if you want) at Night, and then the Coppercloud continues into the day. So if you Smoke on Night 1, you are also Smoked on Day 1, then you decide again on Night 2. You're Smoked right now but the Night is still young so you can send in an order to drop the Coppercloud. What's your game?
  13. Kasimir
    Cycle Eleven: Running Over The Same Old Ground It was the clatter of a boot against a loose stone that warned Agrigar Leiken. He rolled up the scroll he was examining--translated, of course, into glyphs--and looked up, calmly. “Again?” he asked, aloud. “You may as well come out, now. The wall’s not sufficient cover, and you’re making too much noise.” The ragtag group of survivors had mostly not yet bothered to draw their weapons. Lopen and Kael led them; the wariness that existed between the Ghostblood and the Son of Honor was, by now, mostly gone. Torren flanked them, a hand going to the leather bandolier of throwing knives he wore, while Sheon Idris assumed an exotic fighting stance, and Maximilianos Sebarial had, at least, remembered to buckle on a sword before going off to confront a known enemy. Of those who had been plotting their next move in this ongoing struggle, Deadeye was nowhere to be found. “I’m getting tired of this,” Lopen muttered. Agrigar cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think I’m not tired?” he wanted to know. “How many times are you going to try to kill me, before it’s enough for you?” “Until it sticks,” Torren said, darkly. “That would be a good start.” With a flick of his wrist, almost too fast for the eye to follow, the hilt of a throwing knife was in his hand. “No one needs to die, you know,” Agrigar said. “Oh?” Sheon Idris asked. “Go on then, Diagrammist. Enlighten us. Are you going to give yourself and your colleagues up?” “Hardly,” scoffed Agrigar. “It wouldn’t be very professional, for one. For another...as much as I would not enjoy slaughtering my way through the group of you--” his eyes flicked to Torren, “--and while we’re on that topic, you really shouldn’t hold your knife that way, Torren. You might put your own eye out.” Abruptly, Torren cried out; his fingers flew open, and there was a muted clatter as the throwing knife he’d gripped fell to the floor. “Better,” Agrigar said. He carried on as if nothing had happened. “As much as I would not enjoy slaughtering my way through the group of you, needs must. The Diagram is quite clear about this.” “You speak of a Diagram,” Sheon Idris said. “What is it, precisely?” Agrigar laughed, incredulous. “You know I am guided by the Diagram but you don’t know what it is? How have you even become a Ghostblood in the first place?” Sheon said, “Skill.” “Clearly not in information-gathering,” Agrigar mused. “The Diagram, loosely speaking, is a map of the future. Interpreted correctly, we believe it will tell us how to avert disaster. Have you not realised that we are currently facing a Desolation?” “You tell us nothing we do not already know,” Kael spoke up. “The Desolation must happen, if the Heralds are to return to us.” “And then what?” Agrigar asked. “They lead us,” Kael said. “They guide us. Make us better than we are.” Agrigar clucked his tongue, disapprovingly. “Sloppy,” he said. “You dice with all our lives on a slender, slender hope. I consider myself a Son of Honour, for all our differences, and I’ll tell you a secret: I was exactly like you. I simply found a better path.” “The Diagram.” Kael did not bother to conceal his scepticism. Agrigar nodded. “Will you not hear a former brother out?” Kael said, “I have. I don’t trust you. You’ve talked yourself out of death more than once; as far as I can see, the best way to be sure of you is after you’re dead.” Abruptly, he staggered, and fell. Blood began pouring out of the corners of his eyes, painting his features in a grotesque mask. “Pity,” Agrigar said. “I did have the antidote for the Red Death. It is, as you can tell, a fast-acting poison, but a most unpleasant way to go.” Carelessly, he produced a glass vial from his pocket, and dashed it against the wall. Shards of broken glass crumbled to the ground. A line of blood trickled down Agrigar’s hand. “How?” Lopen demanded, tersely. Agrigar’s smile was ice. “You didn’t think the food you had for lunch came from Bort, did you?” “Bort would rather die than allow someone else into his personal kitchen,” Sheon stated. “Funny you say that,” Agrigar replied. “That’s exactly what he’s done. Well, then. Are we still doing this?” It was his turn to stagger and fall, a crossbow bolt protruding from just above his collarbone. A second one embedded itself in his hand. Lopen inspected the fletching. “Deadeye,” he identified. “He didn’t trust us to get the job done.” He looked distastefully at Agrigar. “Goodbye, then. And good riddance.” But Agrigar was laughing. “Not...this soon,” he ground out. “I’ll be seeing you, once again.” “Stop him!” Sheon Idris shouted. But he was too late. With inhuman endurance, Agrigar Leiken lurched to his feet, charged towards the open window, leaped from it, and was gone. “I’m getting really tired of this,” said Lopen, aloud, to no one in particular. Agrigar Leiken (6) : Kael of the Forge, Torren, Sheon Idris, Lopen, Deadeye, Maximilianos Sebarial Agrigar Leiken (Adavantos) was lynched and saved! Bort (Bort) was killed by the Diagrammists! Kael of the Forge (Elkanah) was poisoned! Player List
  14. Kasimir
    I did say I wasn't Smoking Edit: Also, seriously, Meta? Are you trying to give the Spiked a target now? >>
  15. Kasimir
    Which is why, I repeat myself for the twentieth time, and apparent ad nauseum, I said, starting point for discussion. It is, I assert, a far more fruitful line of inquiry than consistently banging on our two Tineyes. Lord Hodium, if you seem determined to continue misrepresentation, I'm only going to have to wonder how much is carelessness and how much is deliberate--after all, you know what's at stake just as much as I do. I do think this is a good idea. We either force them to make their Smoker do nothing--in which case, our Seeker (if we have one, and since the Village seems determined to rely on them) is free to move, or we force them to keep smoking. To construe my argument as 'lynch all Smokers' is to commit a straw man, but I'm sure you're very familiar with that fallacy, so I needn't go into it. Meta is a troll =/= Meta cannot be guessed. If you look at his past games, the balance didn't always match our expectations but it made sense given the other spread of roles. That's always my point. Meta doesn't just throw all sorts of roles for kicks. He doesn't just throw five Coinshots into this game (Coinshots, even if there are five of you, laugh at me after the game, all right?) for excrement and giggles. If there are five Coinshots, we can expect a number of Lurchers and Thugs. All indications exist within the game. You conflate "Do not guess Meta without evidence" with the claim that Meta's role distributions are balanced and must be internally consistent. The former is a strong claim, and the latter is a weaker claim. To apply the strong claim to all weak claims is a flawed argument. Now, let's grant we do have a Seeker since we have Ada's testimony. Now, granted, that could be a Spiked Seeker, in which case we could all be good. Or it could be a good Seeker, in which case you can bloody well bet that it'd be ridiculous for not even one of us to be evil. Could they be pulling a spanreed? Yep. In which case, we once again force them to decide if they are going to stay open, or more or less light themselves up the moment a Seeker/Emotional Allomancer discovers them.
  16. Kasimir
    Then we're on the same page, Wyrm-cyning. I suggest we take the Smoker category of players as a starting point for analysis, not in part because a number of them have already been brought up as suspicions anyway. Doing so at least gives us a way to focus analysis and to say, "Okay, maybe Smoker #1/#2 did something dodgy, and they also did another thing dodgy." Frankly, lynching because [smoker] has got to be pretty darn ridiculous, and I haven't taken leave of my senses to the point of suggesting that. But suspicions stacked up on the fact that we have 4 Smokers and 1 of them has been proven Village? I think that looks pretty good, TBH. And as another of my considerations pointed out: I think it would allow our Emotional Allomancers to basically be more useful besides blindly fishing. We know that with a reported Seeker scanning people, the Spiked are going to have to gamble about staying open, or about Copperclouding themselves. We should, I think, at least check some of our Smokers (of those who have claimed not to have Smoked themselves) to make sure they're not Smoking someone else. (Note that while I can hardly defend the position of not Smoking one's self since I did that, I do think Smoking someone else is just not helping.) The key here is because it's impossible for a Smoker to be able to Smoke someone else without Smoking themselves. If the Seeker or other Emotional Allomancers run into Copperclouds, then it's good to be able to cross-reference or to try to catch the Smokers in a lie. This doesn't have to be done all the time, but it's obviously an option. For one, if there is a Coppercloud, but none of the Smokers could've Smoked (e.g. were not on 17S for the entire Night, did not show up with a Coppercloud to Emotional Allomancers), then we know that there is a stealth Smoker and there's a high likelihood that one is evil. *shrugs* Just an idea, but I like ideas that more or less enhance the options/choices of the Village, rather than funnelling it all through a single information bottleneck--or a tripleneck, I suppose.
  17. Kasimir
    I've already acknowledged this in my argument. I think that the consideration of 'space' for important roles, TBH, is just one consideration: it shouldn't be regarded as sacrosanct, which means that it can be outweighed by other considerations. And I do think the other considerations outweigh it at this point in time. Basically, I'd like to hear why you think the other considerations are still eclipsed by the space to manuever consideration, rather than raising it as a knee-jerk response. Wyrm. I don't believe in reifying strategies. I believe that circumstances can make rules of thumb rather silly to follow. I've laid out why I think these circumstances are compelling. What reasons ground your disagreement? How do you weight them? Edit: I should note this is less a statement of a suspicion than a desire to make sure I have your attention, King
  18. Kasimir
    I have a downright foolhardy and reckless suggestion. So, like, just hear me out: We out all the other Smokers. Every one of them: from Smoker #1 - Smoker #4. Okay, so technically, this usually isn't done because this still narrows the field of players that the Eliminators have to select from, since some could be valuable roles, etcetera etcetera. Well, here's some reasons that I think outweigh the risks: 1. There are, according to Ada before he died, five Smokers. Assume that Ada wasn't doing what he usually does and pulling another of his gambits because he's, apparently, Gambit Central. So some doubt there, but let's assume he's truthful. There's definitely a decent chance that at least one (possibly two?) of us are evil, with an absolute upper limit of three. (If you think about it for a bit, you'll figure why I said that ) Which means that knowing who our Smokers are is very helpful: it means that we ought to be directing suspicions within this group. And it means, now that Ada's dead, we have a 1/4 - 2/4 chance (in all likelihood) of hitting a Spiked. That's decent odds, I think. [Of course, to some extent, this is guessing Meta's role distribution, and that's a risky thing. But I have a high level of confidence that at least one of us is evil.] 2. What's the worst that could happen? The Eliminators kill us? Well, if they do, they'll be thinning the field even more, because this just makes it even more likely that one of the remaining Smokers is Spiked. (Assuming they do not waste a kill on one of their own.) That's better for us than for them. 3. I think we [smokers] should share actions, as well, in order to allow the Village to participate in analysis of us, rather than just having the Seeker and their gang decide what to do. (And let's face it, with publicly-known Smokers, our Soothers and Rioters can test to see if anyone has been/is Copperclouded or lying, rather than depending on one claimed Seeker, who may or may not be a Villager in the first place.) 4. For some who might worry that this digresses from the activity of finding suspicious people: I am not yet ready to out the Smokers I know/suspect, but I will say this--that there is quite an amount of suspicion directed at the Smokers anyway, so it's not as if we're sidetracking discussion. Rather, we're simply bringing another facet of analysis to bear. (And yes, Smokers, I will start outing by tomorrow. I'm giving some time to see how my idea is regarded, and if y'all would like to do the honours.) tldr; 5 Smokers, Ada's one, and Ada was a Villager. There's 4 Smokers left. What're the odds we're all Villagers? I think this is well worth pursuing. Edit: For the record, I Smoked on Night 1, but not on Night 2 and Night 3. Any votechanger who would like to try this out, feel free to do so. I'll throw in a vote later on. Edit 2: Sorry, misread Alv's post as saying there were five Smokers. This is what I get for ragequitting from the game, I'll go sit in a corner of shame now. Still, my point remains for 4 Smokers, even if it is not as intuitively forceful. In fact, this means we have 3 Smokers left, then.
  19. Kasimir
    No, it isn't. Or maybe it is but you're not looking in the right places... Write-ups were more or less written by a drunk monkey, and so are pure fiction and any resemblance to real people or characters or situations is purely coincidental...
  20. Kasimir
    Cycle 9: Eats, Shoots, and Leaves “You know,” Lopen said, eventually, gnawing on the hard biscuit. “I’m pretty sure that letting the Diagrammist cook live wasn’t one of our brighter ideas.” They were by no means starving; the stores in Urithiru were overflowing with rations, but hard biscuit made for bland and unappealing fare. It was, after all, the only solution, when you couldn’t trust the cook. “You think?” muttered Kael of the Forge. He sat with his knees tucked up against his chest, eyeing Lopen warily. The distrust lingered, even now; it didn’t matter if the other wasn’t a Diagrammist (for all they knew), being a Ghostblood or a Son of Honour was bad enough. “I already said we should’ve taken him out when we had the chance. There’s so many of us, and just one of him. What could he have done?” Sheon Idris said nothing. Instead, he performed a graceful series of stretches, limbering up, ready for action. He said, “It was too hasty.” “How much longer do you want to wait?” Ashei demanded, tartly, staring at him. “Until he kills all of us? Until we run out of biscuit? How much longer?” “We need information,” Sheon Idris said. “Needs must. The source is distasteful, but without information, we’ll never find his colleagues. One slip on his part, and he’ll tell us more than he’d expected to. And then we find them and eliminate each and every one of them.” “And then what?” Kael demanded. “We go back to killing each other?” The silence that followed his words were thick and tense; members of each faction eyed each other, the Sons of Honour forming up into a loose bloc, while the Ghostbloods made sure their weapons were in easy reach. At last, Elba said, “There’s no use in talking about this now. All this serves is to further divide us, and that’s what they want. They know we’re dangerous. They don’t want us pooling our resources together to find them and kill them. We can worry about that once everything else is settled, can’t we? If we survive this.” If, Lopen thought. Aloud, he said, “Fine.” - They would come for him, eventually. Agrigar Leiken knew this. Eventually, their patience would run out. In a way, he was surprised that it’d taken as long as it had. Was surprised that his deal had been accepted. It was a strange thing, living when you should be dead. He did not know what to make of that, precisely. He had made preparations for this moment. Agrigar Leiken was neither suicidal nor foolish. He wanted to live, and he preferred his head attached firmly to his neck, all his bones unbroken, and his blood where it was meant to be--within his body. He whistled a tune as he kneaded dough, soaked the dried fruit in wine, and then added special seasonings to the crisp pastry. Most of the survivors from both factions had taken to scorning the food from the dining hall--as if, Agrigar thought, derisively, he would be so obvious as to poison them all. However, this one had to die. He hadn’t been seen or heard from in days, which meant it was unlikely he knew what the others did: that they ought to be careful of strange foods, particularly when they didn’t know the provenance. For all his preparations though, he had not expected this: A large figure came barrelling into the kitchens, lumbering on four paws. It ambled over to the table-- “Stop that,” Agrigar Leiken snapped, snatching away the pastry dish from the giant panda. The panda smiled, if such a creature could be said to do so, and swiped at him with a large paw, smashing the dish out of his hand and onto the floor. “Storm it,” Agrigar said, “Look at what you’ve done!” The panda lost interest in him and pressed down against the floor, clumsily grabbing at the pastry and stuffing it into its mouth. Speechless, Agrigar just stared at the panda. One pastry, five jars of fruit preserves, and three jars of spices later, the panda yawned and padded lethargically out of the kitchen. It was, thought a stunned Agrigar Leiken, all in all a good thing that he’d put enough exotic ‘seasoning’ in that pastry to kill a chasmfiend. After all, he wasn’t about to be too picky. A death was a death, either way you looked at it. Carefully, he began to clean up the detritus of the panda’s intrusion from the kitchen. Cleanliness was next to godliness, and if he was going to have the visitors he expected, it wouldn’t do to be anything but perfect. - Slaslassalas was nowhere to be seen, so it was Lopen and Kael who led the way into Agrigar Leiken’s domain. The cook in question sat on the countertop, long legs dangling off the edge, nibbling on a sort of peeled root they could not identify. He acknowledged their presence with a raised eyebrow. “Back again, so soon?” he asked, pleasantly. “I didn’t think you’d ever make up your minds.” “Well,” Kael said, “We have.” He loosened the keep-thong of the flanged mace that hung by his side. “We’ve decided your services are no longer wanted.” “Again?” Agrigar asked, with feigned surprise. He shook his head sadly, and finished off that root, and then dusted off his hands. “My, my, you’re rather indecisive employers, aren’t you?” Lopen said nothing, merely drew his long knife. Sheon Idris moved into a peculiar barehanded fighting stance; one that strangely resembled the exercises he had been performing earlier. Alycia Kavdar, Torren, and Ashei moved in to back them up, weapons in hand. “So, Idris,” Agrigar said, turning towards the man. “I take it you’ve decided to renege on my most generous offer?” Sheon Idris said, “The decision wasn’t mine to make.” “No?” Agrigar laughed. “Don’t be so modest. After all, none of them fought you--did they?” He snatched the first knife Torren threw at him out of the air. Blood dripped from between his fingers, but strangely little. “Bloodstaunch,” Alycia Kavdar said, aloud. “You’ve taken it, haven’t you?” “What have I taken, little surgeon?” Agrigar mocked. “Bloodstaunch,” Alycia repeated. She looked at the others. “You can cut him again and again and he won’t bleed to death. He’s moderately...well, let’s call it, ‘in a highly excited state’ at the moment. When it wears off, he’ll feel it all, but not right now. Are you that afraid to die?” She barely dodged as Torren’s knife tumbled through the air, just past her right ear. “Are you?” Agrigar asked. “At least I’m honest about my desires, little surgeon.” He looked at the rest of them. “I’d love to stay and chat, but you must understand, I’m a busy man. Places to be, people to kill...and a Diagram to follow.” He kicked off the countertop, flinging a handful of powder in the air, causing those in the lead to cough and sneeze uncontrollably, their eyes tearing up. “Stop him!” Ashei called out, already in pursuit. Agrigar dodged behind a stack of wooden barrels and roughly shoved it with his shoulder, causing the barrels to topple over and tumble towards her. However, Alycia had gotten free: she aimed a crossbow at Agrigar and pulled the trigger. The bolt took Agrigar, straight through the meaty part of his shoulder, and she heard his exclamation of pain. Still, it didn’t stop Agrigar: he ran on, Torren in hot pursuit, the latter leaping nimbly over the barrels and dodging puddles of oil and grease. “There’s nowhere to run!” Torren called out. “You may as well give up now!” Agrigar turned back and flashed him a smile. In the next moment, he leaped out the kitchen window. Aghast, Torren charged after him, drawing up short against the open window. He looked down, but could see no trace of a body. Carefully, he felt at the sill, to discover a wire-thin thread tied to the edge of the window, leading all the way to the ground. “Stormfather,” Torren cursed. To Lopen, who’d joined him, still wiping uselessly at his streaming eyes, “He was prepared for us.” “Will this man never die?” Lopen wanted to know. He gazed out of the kitchen window as if he desired to follow Agrigar and put an end to him for once and for all. Torren could only shrug. - In the gardens of Urithiru, a man encountered another man; lying prone, a lump the size of an egg on his skull. “Well, then,” said Kaddar, to the unconscious Deadeye. “I wonder what you’re doing out here.” Grunting, he bent down, and prepared to drag the man to the surgeons. Agrigar Leiken (7) : Agrigar Leiken, Alycia Kavdar, Sheon Idris, Kael of the Forge, Torren, Lopen, Ashei Ghetti Walter Kysley (3) : Deadeye, Slalassalas, Elba Alycia Kavdar (1) : Arran Faenel Agrigar Leiken (Adavantos) was lynched, but saved! Deadeye (Kynedath) was attacked by the Diagrammists but saved! Lightsworn Panda (Jain) was poisoned! Player List
  21. Kasimir
    Hellscythe claimed the existence if this third Smoker; later, STINK claimed to have been in contact with Smoker #3 as well. I'm not confident that Smoker #3 is good. After all, there's just HS's word for it. We have, for one, no evidence that Smoker #3 did not, in fact, burn. STINK has not ventured an opinion on the matter. Because isn't it obvious? I've given up playing this game. I don't think I can do anything and I've given up trying to say anything on the Smoker issue. And what grounds do I have? I burned last night. So did Smoker #2. I could try to push for their death but that reason implicates me equally and my own knowledge of my own allegiance will convince no-one. When I'm dead and my allegiance is known, then perhaps people can deal with this issue however the storms they want.
  22. Kasimir
    That's a misreading, I'm afraid. My claim was not that my lynch would be more informative than yours, which is why I distinguished between what caused me to vote for myself and what caused me to keep my vote on myself, i.e. post-El's retraction. I do think your lynch would be maximally informative. But considering Tineye #2 isn't all that stealth and we don't even know if either of you is actually Mistborn, rather than a Tineye, the last thing we want is to off you and then find out belatedly that there's no Tineye tomorrow. It's not like we don't get a lynch every day: we do. We can always decide again tomorrow, but I don't like the idea of taking down a (claimed) Tineye this early and then finding out that the Mistborn hasn't drawn Tin so we don't get PMs anymore. I like planning for the worst-case scenario, and in this case, I didn't see the point in being all that hasty. Again: PMs aren't the be-all-end-all. But they're useful. So, here is my reasoning in a nutshell: "Here is why I think, at least for Day 1, we should not be going after Wyrm as the lynch target. Who does that leave us with?" I don't think I'm a more informative target than you, Boss. Clearly, as I've said, I do reject that claim. But I do think I was more informative than the targets remaining. That claim I do endorse. We're going to have to agree to disagree on how much I would weigh up against you on a player trade, I'm afraid. As I see it, I'm swapping out a bishop for a pawn. Any chess player would do it in a heartbeat, excluding usual worries about controlling position.
  23. Kasimir
    Dude, you're practically ignoring the guy who threw himself in front of the lynch bus for you... >> Quick replies to some of the comments from the previous cycle: 1. Hellscythe's comment about my not being able to use PMs if I'm dead doesn't make sense. Obviously, if I'm talking about the need to not immediately kill off a Tineye, then I've stopped thinking in terms of my desires as a player, and started thinking in terms of what I think puts the Village in a better position. 2. Very simply put, Ada, I was ninjaed. So, let's first distinguish between two things. What caused me to vote for myself? At the time I was working on my post, Wyrm was leading the lynch. And after that, I did not see a reason to retract my vote. In retrospect, I could have voted Hreo, sure; that was the only other move that would have made sense, given my reasons. So what were my reasons for keeping my vote on myself? A. I was informed by someone that there was a third Smoker who hadn't Smoked anyone at all on Night 1. (Given the presence of Smoker #3's not having Smoked, you can see why Smoker #2 and myself seem that bit more suspicious. I had thought that clearing the board a little by getting rid of myself would be helpful in that regard.) B. And given the number of people mentioning I'd tripped red flags for them, or that they had found me suspicious early on, I wanted to see how many of them were willing to put their money where their mouths were and to put a vote on me and seal my lynch. After all, that's the point, isn't it? Lynching someone you genuinely find suspicious rather than poking a few inactives half-heartedly? C. And in fact, because of B; because the Day had somehow become about Wyrm and myself, I had hoped that lynching me would be a slightly more informative alternative to lynching Wyrm (see my initial motivations) as compared to going for someone else like Jain. D. I had already given out the info to the necessary people, so my value to the Village alive was essentially almost-zero. Edit: Formatting.
  24. Kasimir
    To Smoker #2: BBimylb+yPMhGn6GcoZ/Rx5IkWN80drhhaxz4Y+o8we+NeJSHOog7hfrafU7j0eCsJ9oFy8nKMOz c9HO5AWZwVZEKikd5cGOTD7K3evx5V4sjoYx3sB5F/Mys/BQHdEA1jeb1jWTrg8+ZOiBQLOds+zj 2TT8RG5ULDbjbT5HSGRhu5ZqnGrcMFFALThcxtu0mGojMhLaISdFxCQZmoFkB91wsS/7WXPGUDrV RkPJ0vO3uouFneUKMvWeISDHqJJH
  25. Kasimir
    You, sir, need to listen to more Mick Jagger
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