I assume that night time is over, so I'm going to claim now that I used my one-shot baner ability on Rowain tonight. I reasoned that either him or novice were likely targets as they have the most credibility, and I was hoping the scum would believe that novice might be able to use his ability again.
Catwalk Wrote:I assume that night time is over, so I'm going to claim now that I used my one-shot baner ability on Rowain tonight. I reasoned that either him or novice were likely targets as they have the most credibility, and I was hoping the scum would believe that novice might be able to use his ability again.
I'm inclined to believe you. With my suspect list growing shorter, Rowain is still not in the clear, though.
For future reference, if you're planning to do a thing like this, posts such as this
Catwalk Wrote:With a little luck, I'll be somewhat proven innocent after tonight.
are a very bad idea, especially during nighttime. They only help scum.
I know, but in this case I figured there was zero risk of me being eaten at night with this much suspicion being heaped on me. That's why I waited until night was over to be more specific. I felt I was facing an uphill battle to gain any credibility with the town, especially with you starting to suspect me, so I wanted to hint at the night action earlier on in order to make my semi-role claim seem more credible.
Rowain is not completely in the clear, and neither are you (although your power would make zero sense on a scum). I can imagine sneaky zakalwe putting a healing ability on a scum just to confuse us. But there's no point in suspecting either of you unless it comes down to 1 deeply buried scum left.
I have no idea what to make of Lewwyn's post. I think it's obvious it's faked, but for what reason? If he's innocent, I don't see him doing much of anything f
On the second night, people were starting to get seriously inebriated. Worrying circumstances aside, the bar was still open, so they might as well make the best of it. The space cowboy would probably have passed out at around this time, had he not been sleeping with the fishes already. Some of them missed the comforting sound of his jingling space spurs, which were now resting idly at the bottom of the piranha tank.
Despite the generous supplies of intoxicants, the mood was a bit tense.
- Maybe we were a bit rash, said one.
- Yeah... we could have waited for him to pass out, said another. He probably wouldn't have noticed if we removed his brain then.
- Man... you really are stupid. Maybe we should remove your brain and see if you notice?
- Good luck with that... you'll have to pull his head out of his ass first.
- Anyway, I think stupid may be the new smart.
- Wow. That's profound.
- I think profound is the new dumb.
- You're dumb.
- You're SCUM.
- More rum!
- Mmmm. Rum.
- I like rum.
- I like your face.
- It's mine. Hands off!
- No soup for you!
- You're drunk.
- I have to pee.
The conversation meandered on for a while longer, having stabilized at a monosyllabic level. Eventually people crawled off in separate directions.
On the next morning, a new item was resting on the bottom of the piranha tank, next to the space spurs. On closer inspection, it turned out to be some kind of armored garment, made of a highly durable piranha-resistant material (like the spurs). The AI, who was really just showing off at this point, deduced that the garment must have belonged to Serdoa, and reconstructed his mind-state based on the splashing noises recorded by the nearby jukebox, cross-referenced with the residual chemical traces found in the water, and the pattern of shifty looks exchanged by the fish.
Serdoa is dead:
Serdoa, you are a regular nutcase, but NOT afflicted with SCUM. You are an innocent pilot, and want to root out the SCUM so you can repair the spacetime portal and get out of here. (Or at least, bring in some fresh beverages.)
Before you came to the Space Bar, you made a pit stop at the Kille Mall near Vega. One of the toys you acquired was a second-hand combat armor with motion enhancer fields. You admit that the main purpose of this purchase was to improve your mojo and become the undisputed king of the dance floor, but it might also be of use in close combat, fighting off rabid SCUM.
You may cast a lynch vote every day. You win the game if/when all remaining players are innocent, like yourself.
You also have the following one-shot night-time ability:
- Guard: Invoke this ability during the night by sending me a message with the words Guard: <Name> (or something equivalent but more verbose, if you prefer). You will keep an eye on the player in question and interfere, clad in [strike]shining[/strike] sweat-stained armor, if anyone tries to attack him during the night. If such an attack is made, you will chase off the attacker and prevent the kill, but you will suffer a wound in the process. As a wounded player, you will keep playing, but you will die if you suffer an additional wound. You cannot guard yourself, as you need the element of surprise to be effective. Also, you cannot guard anyone if you already are wounded; you don't have the stamina for that. You may only use this ability once.
Day 3 begins. With 7 players alive, it now takes 4 votes to reach a lynch.
