I heartily disagree with your assumption that I have not been contributing to the village.
One regret, perhaps, is that I possibly shouldn't have posted the Tasunke Files (or roleclaimed), at least if I could have helped it. Clearly claiming was a mistake ... as for the Files however ... hard to be sure.
One note I should make, I think, is that I do tend to write journals in the narrative- assuming that I will have some sort of reader, namely *me* in the future. For if anyone reads such things in the future it will surely be either myself or someone close to me. (well, in typical situations at least). I admit, of course, that the thought of posting the journal crossed my mind, and yes I got the idea from Molach
Still, I was more-so preparing myself to reveal the files at the end of the game, for the benefit of anyone wishing to read (purely as entertainment, mind you), however as time went on I found myself lacking the time and/or energy to keep the journal going at full force. Namely the defeat we faced at the end of Day 2.
So when I came at the head of the lynch-slate, I decided what could the harm be in revealing it a bit early, with the hopes that perhaps this would reveal my innocent intentions, as I doubt I could re-create something quite so fanciful as the tennis-match thoughts of an intense WW session.
One regret, perhaps, is that I possibly shouldn't have posted the Tasunke Files (or roleclaimed), at least if I could have helped it. Clearly claiming was a mistake ... as for the Files however ... hard to be sure.
One note I should make, I think, is that I do tend to write journals in the narrative- assuming that I will have some sort of reader, namely *me* in the future. For if anyone reads such things in the future it will surely be either myself or someone close to me. (well, in typical situations at least). I admit, of course, that the thought of posting the journal crossed my mind, and yes I got the idea from Molach
Still, I was more-so preparing myself to reveal the files at the end of the game, for the benefit of anyone wishing to read (purely as entertainment, mind you), however as time went on I found myself lacking the time and/or energy to keep the journal going at full force. Namely the defeat we faced at the end of Day 2.
So when I came at the head of the lynch-slate, I decided what could the harm be in revealing it a bit early, with the hopes that perhaps this would reveal my innocent intentions, as I doubt I could re-create something quite so fanciful as the tennis-match thoughts of an intense WW session.