WW15 - Chiron is a harsh mistress

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Dread filled the room after Lal’s revelation. For nearly an hour, chaos ruled as everyone accused their neighbor. Finally it was decided to slow down and examine the evidence, and attempt to make a rational decision. The problem soon became apparent – there was no evidence. When this was realized there was a long period of inactivity, even boredom, as no one wanted to cast aspersions without proof. Some even napped in corners of the council room.

“Perhaps we should lynch the nappers, they don’t contribute anything – even if they are innocent, it won’t be a big loss.”
“No, napping isn’t suspicious. They could have a medical condition.”
“I think it’s suspicious that you stand up for nappers. Are you feeling sleepy yourself, or just defending your co-conspirator?”
“Look, you can’t spell ‘napper’ without “N A P,” that much is clear. Let’s pick one of them and lynch him.”
“I like chicken.”

Eventually, it was decided to let the nappers remain in peace for the time being.
“I have an idea. Let’s all introduce ourselves so we can get to know each other better. My name is Pedro Santiago.”
That drew some strange looks; Pedro sure seemed like a strange name for a woman, but no one wanted to be rude.
“I’m Prophet Cha’Dawn,” another exclaimed. “Have you heard about Xenofungus Jesus?”
There were a few groans, and then another member spoke up before anyone could respond. “I’m Howell Lupus. My ancestors were furriers on Earth. Pleased to meet you all.”
“I – I don’t have a name.”

That was a strange thing to say. Everybody had a name. Talents were used to being addressed by their rank, but they had names. Even the lowly drones had names, even if a few of them had been nerve stapled so much they couldn’t remember it.

“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have a name. It makes me sad. I want a name oh so bad.”
“Are you mad?” “You know, I’ve heard insanity can be a side effect being a NAP.” “I agree, this guy really appears to be guilty!”
“I – I always wanted a name. My parents were too poor, they couldn’t afford to name me. The kids were so cruel, they just called me ‘thinker,’ on account of I liked to think. Do you like to read? I have a book you can borrow.”

In a matter of minutes there was a clear majority that wanted to lynch him. He had a few defenders; one thought he might just have scurvy, but not enough to save him. Several grabbed him together and started to string him up to the noose.

“Wait! I’ll ask Him, Him that controls all. Maybe I can choose a name, if he allows it!”
“Whaaaaa?”
“He allows it, He allows it. My name shall be Tyrion Larson. Such a pretty name, isn’t it my precious? Hehehe, fire, FIRE! Hehehe.”
“This man is either a NAP or clinically insane. Either way he is a threat to our efforts here, and must be hanged.”
“Wait!” Shouted one brave man, the only to come to his defense. “I know this thinker. He has always been a little off, but his behavior today is no different than normal. I do not believe he is NAP. Really, this is madness!”
“THIS IS SPARTA!” the thinker replied, and promptly kicked his defender in the balls. The latter collapsed onto his knees and meekly whispered “ok, string him up.” From his incapacitated state he could only watch as the mob did so.
“Please let everyone know that I died with a name. My name is Tyrion Larson! Oh, my mum would be so proud.”

With that, the thinker was strung up, and his neck snapped. Later, his room was investigated, and the following note was found in his diary:

You are a thinker (a talent). You are a villager.
[illegible scribble] has built the Empath Guild and used it to talk privately with you. You may do so here: [scratched through]. You do not know if [illegible] is aligned with the evil NAP conspiracy or not.
You win when all threats to humanity have been destroyed.

They had killed an innocent man.

Tasunke, the mad thinker was lynched on day 1.

[thestick]

Tasunke lied about being able to change his name?

"I like chicken."

[pindicator]

Wait, does that write-up mean Tasunke kicked me in the balls?

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All night actions are due in 24 hours. 2200 GMT Wednesday.

Feel free to submit them earlier, you are allowed to change your mind right up to the deadline.

[thestick]

Well, scratch the mindworm theory and chalk it up to weirdness/Day 1 trolling. Time to start being suspicious of the Tasunke bandwagoners.

[waterbat]

indeed pindi. Im curious as to why the howl of pain you uttered upon receiving the blow sounded so practiced. Like howling was second nature.

[pindicator]

indeed pindi. Im curious as to why the howl of pain you uttered upon receiving the blow sounded so practiced. Like howling was second nature.

I guess all that time spent practicing being kicked in the junk finally betrayed me.

[Tasunke]

LONG LIVE THE MINDWORM LEGACY!!!!

ooh, and the fire, yes lots and lots of fire ... muaha muahaha .... muahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA :necksnaps:

[Injera]

Thanks for playing Tasunke.

[Bobchillingworth]

Time to start being suspicious of the Tasunke bandwagoners.

Haha, what? Think about what you're saying, dude. First of all, you were one of them. Second, the "bandwagon" only saved you. It wasn't even close between anyone else. There would be no reason for Wolves to jump on against Tasunke unless they were trying to save you.