VICTORY! 
GG, all. That was fun.
GG, all. That was fun.
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Werewolf 3 Game Thread
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For those that want to know:
I really am super busy and probably couldn’t have played this much differently if I was a villager. I really did go snowboarding and forget my charger. I really did accidentally crosspost with SareIn. I really did struggle to keep up with the thread until the end, but I would sign out so I could lurk if I had time. I did avoid updating my PBEM thread and signing in while reading the Pitboss stuff to avoid meta suspicion. I also asked some PBEM11 players to avoid posting anything about chats we had in their spoiler threads on days when I was in office. But . . . I wasn’t drunk. I said before I posted to the other wolves that I was going to pull a gambit that would either get me insta-lynched or take me to the end. I supported Cull being mod-killed and tried to convince Bruindane to stick around, but I still don’t know why he quit. I don’t support players being replaced in WW games, so I was fine with Bruindane being mod-killed too. Please people, if you sign up for these things, have the decency to finish it out. I don't want to be a dick, but I thought backing out was very disrespectful to the other players. For the most part we didn’t coordinate too much on votes. We just tried to play and vote like we were villagers and hope that worked, even straight up to this last day. Killing Bob was mostly luck. We all thought he would be a very good villager and was behaving slightly oddly, so we went that way. We never set out to kill WW2 wolves, or Selrahc voters. Just a weird confluence. I had some combo of: Roland, novice, Lewwyn, and Sandover as the masons, but never the right combo. We really thought Irgy was the baner and Lewwyn was a power-role. Mardoc, this is why you got killed: Quote: This is my Mardoc manifesto. It isn't 100%, but I do think he is the baner. I think Mardoc has pretended to be worse than he is to mask his baner role. Also, make sure you are signed out while clicking on the post links. The turning point in the game was when Roland accidentally broke that tie that would let novice kill scooter. If we lost the void-wolf, I think the village wins. I wasn't around to protect scooter, so he would've died. If and when I play again, I fear I will be an insta-lynch, because if I do find the time to be helpful, it will be a wolf ploy, and if I don't have any time, then I will be playing the same wolf game again. 
Great game everyone! It was very enjoyable
. Huge thanks to Sareln for running this game flawlessly and for an excellent post-game writeup. I'll see you all in the lurker/postgame thread! I'll try to do some sort of write-up this week, however my next 2-3 days are pretty busy. I'll probably read the lurker thread and make comments first.
I thought GES was the baner until Mardoc's death. And I fell for the drunk post, I habe to confess.
 GES. In hindsight it's possible to see that it was way to try hard to be a drunken post (Ochabid  and the wrong red too). But it wasn't just this post, I really thought that you were a villager.I still don't understand Roland's Fire&Ice switch, especially after it was revealed that him and novice were masons. We should have lynched scooter right after F&I... If it wasn't for my foolish posts aginst Rowain and Lewwyn... Damn... We played very badly. Almost every day had a villager against a villager in the lynch spots...
If it makes you feel any better Ichabod, I thought your Selrahc post was so convincing I had to vote for him. Since we were trying to play wolves as if we were villagers, if I had been a villager, I would've felt compelled to vote for him.
Zakofonix awoke; or so it seemed. His mind was temporarily blank, but he had a feeling he had been dreaming. Or maybe he was dreaming.
Whatever had caused the strange feeling, it quickly dissipated as he recovered his whereabouts. The innkeeper's daughters caressed him and urged him to return, but he leapt out of bed instead, feeling invigorated. And famished. He made his way down to the main floor of the inn, looking for a meal. The innkeeper peeked out of the kitchen and game him a wink; Zakofonix looked around for a table, but the inn was nearly packed with cheerful, joyous villagers. The snoop and the travelling inquisitor were having their usual debate about who was truly the most inquisitive; although their banter was amicable, the elf made a point of trying to arbitrate, while the scribe carefully recorded each argument in one of his leather-bound books. The village idiot was cursing at all of them, but with a leering grin on his face. The children's teacher was lecturing the carpenter on the finer points of trigonometry, but his pupil was unwilling, preferring to stick with his tried and tested method of "winging it". As he passed by, Zakofonix overheard the following exclamation: "I don't need some old Greek dude to square my hypothenus, if you know what I mean." Contributing as usual to the general good mood, the vintner was making his way from table to table, pouring samples from one of his recent alcoholic compositions. It was generally well received, except by the brewer, who claimed it tasted like the farmhand's work boots. There was some good-natured speculation between the herbalist and the glass blower about how the brewer would be familiar with that particular flavor. In a corner, the trapper was engaged in a discussion with the bowyer about the relative merits of various hunting techniques. Equally unimpressed with the trapper's elaborate snares and the bowyer's powerful longbows, his bulky cousin kept insisting that the most reliable way to dispose of your prey was to pin it firmly to the ground with a menhir. The farmer had a nasty bump on his head, but seemed in high spirits; he argued for his own favorite implement: the pitchfork. The barbarian claimed he could kill a wild boar using nothing but a pair of tweezers; he offered to demonstrate but there were no volunteers. Closer to the fireplace, which was being repaired by the bricklayer after the smith's most recent tantrum, the stablehand was surrounded by several of the village's finest lasses; the tailor was seated at the same table, and (being such a nice guy) motioned for Zakofonix to join them. As he seated himself, he just caught the end of some anecdote: "... turns out, she just wanted me to thread her needle!" and the table exploded in another bout of laughter. Zakofonix smiled, knowing this would be a great day; just like every single other day. He was just about to order his meal when a bowl of fruit on the table caused him to hesitate, momentarily jogging his memory in some mysterious, intangible way. He frowned curiously, as a bizarre thought of unknown origin reverberated through his mind: "Sporange"... now why didn't I think of that in the first place? Gold Ergo Sum Wrote:None of that is definite, but it certainly appears that Mardoc trusted Ichabod and perhaps stopped trusting novice around the time of those two night kills.That...is precisely true. Yikes! In fact, I believe I protected novice 2 or 3 nights, but didn't trust him anymore by the time you killed him. Ichabod was, well, a rare case of me thinking like a wolf, I believe - he had been correct and convincing on Selrahc, then got busy, but was finding time again. Plus, no one suspected him. That seemed like a perfect kill target. I managed to hide pretty well, I guess, but it didn't do a whole lot of good when the villagers were also confused. Which is why I tried to come out more into the open toward the end, but it was already pretty much too late. All in all, great game. I suspected Zakalwe most of the game, but I never thought that Gold Ergo Sum or scooter were wolves until I saw the general opinion in the lurker thread. On the 'what if' scale, I do wish that novice and Roland had revealed earlier. That would have kept novice alive. I realize that neither of you were up for a lynch, but that didn't mean you were trusted. Or, well, if Roland hadn't kept scooter alive, then that would probably have been enough to make me trust novice, too. Especially as he was apparently the void wolf? So not a wolf that anyone would throw under the bus for credibility.
EitB 25 - Perpentach
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