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(March 23rd, 2015, 03:04)zakalwe Wrote: Well, given that an actual cult HAS apparently surfaced, I'd say that the supposed distraction worked better than "they" could have hoped for.
How do you figure? Given being wrong about the nature of the posts, it is clear they were an attempt to be persuasive. Written in a style meant to emulate the setting, to imply either a mod statement, or a statement from Commodore, it isn't an attempt to warn the town, its an attempt to derail the town, and the scum. A townie who legitimately found information about the setup would have been more direct, lynch all liars right? The fact that this is made up crap means that scum did it, and they aren't happy because now this relatively useful misdirecting power, which a good number of you gave reasonable credence to the last few mornings, has now been revealed to be utter crap. My guess, based on your response you're aligned with whomever sent that message, and trying to cover for him and make others want to buy the messages already sent, and the others coming.
Just take a look at the posts below, if you don't think what I'm saying makes sense, then I'd love to hear you explain away the style of rhetoric being used.
(March 17th, 2015, 17:09)Bobchillingworth Wrote: A dreadful silence settled on the village during the night.
When the morning arrived the dread remained, but at least the silence was gone.
There were no fatalities.
...
At daybreak the assembled found a mysterious note prominently posted on front door of the village inn. It read:
Even before I open my eyes I can hear them The fools and acerbic idiots, endlessly arguing over nothing and no one of consequence. Too foolish to accept my help, too blind to see that their actions are slowly tightening the noose about their own throats.
I stand up slowly, hardly daring to believe it when none of them look my way, look at the inexpertly-fashioned gallows that couldn't even kill a single man before failing - not that I'm complaining, mind you.
For a moment I'm tempted to just pack my bags and leave, leave this hellhole that's eaten up the last two years of my life and these people that tried to get rid of the rest of it. But no, someone should stick around to tell the world how this latest example of communist witch-hunts tore a city apart. Not that I'd ever betray my impartiality - no journalist worth their salt would ever do that!
God, it seems that a near-death experience doesn't make ones jokes any less pathetic. No wonder Sarah wanted "a bit of time away from it all." What's it been now? 11 months? Boy time flies when you're living each day on the edge in a practical war-zone.
I move slowly, calmly away from the scene of my attempted murder. It's easy to forget, when they dress it up with "lynching" and "the greater good" that everything that's happening here is utterly illegal, by any stretch of the imagination.
A man pushes past me, shoving me roughly aside. For a moment I think I'm discovered - and reach out, pulling him down with me into a heap on the ground - but I quickly remember that this is just what passes for manners in this part of the world.
He moves away, swearing in a most creative manner - that's one thing you can't fault their language on, the swearing. It never ceases to surprise-
What's this? In his haste he has left a sheaf of notes behind. Mind racing, I skim through them. They appear to be referring to some sort of medication that the man was taking regularly, though why he'd need anti-psychotics designed to resist Scopolomine, I couldn't imagine...
And suddenly, a half-forgotten snippet of memory triggered. About an article published nearly 7 years ago about the uses of certain drugs to help induct cult members in some South American country. Could there be some mad cultist here, trying the same methods? And what reason would this man have for suspecting it?
Perhaps that explains the moronic behavior of my fellows. Perhaps there really are dangerous and disruptive elements in this town, and perhaps they're using these arcane methods to further their mad goals. Or perhaps I just met a conspiracy theorist with no ability to keep his mouth shut.
Whatever the case, I, Commodore Roger Piper, will not rest till I have discovered the truth lurking at the heart of this town. Heh, maybe they'll even be some bonus if I can get this out before this entire town tears itself to pieces....?
Despite the signature, the source was uncertain.
...
Day 2 Begins
(March 20th, 2015, 17:03)Bobchillingworth Wrote: The second night was met with great trepidation...
And yet nobody died.
There were no fatalities.
...
At daybreak the assembled found a second mysterious note prominently posted on front door of the village inn. It read:
I'm running, belabored. Who knew that being dead could be so much work? And yet...there is so much to follow up on, so many clues to look at.
I yell at the top of my lungs:
"Dipwits! This is not a drill! There's evidence for a cult, I've found someone who's power is they can't be converted. Maybe this is just paranoia, but I'm putting two and two together. Work it out!"
(March 23rd, 2015, 03:04)zakalwe Wrote: Well, given that an actual cult HAS apparently surfaced, I'd say that the supposed distraction worked better than "they" could have hoped for.
How do you figure? Given being wrong about the nature of the posts, it is clear they were an attempt to be persuasive. Written in a style meant to emulate the setting, to imply either a mod statement, or a statement from Commodore, it isn't an attempt to warn the town, its an attempt to derail the town, and the scum. A townie who legitimately found information about the setup would have been more direct, lynch all liars right? The fact that this is made up crap means that scum did it, and they aren't happy because now this relatively useful misdirecting power, which a good number of you gave reasonable credence to the last few mornings, has now been revealed to be utter crap. My guess, based on your response you're aligned with whomever sent that message, and trying to cover for him and make others want to buy the messages already sent, and the others coming.
Just take a look at the posts below, if you don't think what I'm saying makes sense, then I'd love to hear you explain away the style of rhetoric being used.
(March 17th, 2015, 17:09)Bobchillingworth Wrote: A dreadful silence settled on the village during the night.
When the morning arrived the dread remained, but at least the silence was gone.
There were no fatalities.
...
At daybreak the assembled found a mysterious note prominently posted on front door of the village inn. It read:
Even before I open my eyes I can hear them The fools and acerbic idiots, endlessly arguing over nothing and no one of consequence. Too foolish to accept my help, too blind to see that their actions are slowly tightening the noose about their own throats.
I stand up slowly, hardly daring to believe it when none of them look my way, look at the inexpertly-fashioned gallows that couldn't even kill a single man before failing - not that I'm complaining, mind you.
For a moment I'm tempted to just pack my bags and leave, leave this hellhole that's eaten up the last two years of my life and these people that tried to get rid of the rest of it. But no, someone should stick around to tell the world how this latest example of communist witch-hunts tore a city apart. Not that I'd ever betray my impartiality - no journalist worth their salt would ever do that!
God, it seems that a near-death experience doesn't make ones jokes any less pathetic. No wonder Sarah wanted "a bit of time away from it all." What's it been now? 11 months? Boy time flies when you're living each day on the edge in a practical war-zone.
I move slowly, calmly away from the scene of my attempted murder. It's easy to forget, when they dress it up with "lynching" and "the greater good" that everything that's happening here is utterly illegal, by any stretch of the imagination.
A man pushes past me, shoving me roughly aside. For a moment I think I'm discovered - and reach out, pulling him down with me into a heap on the ground - but I quickly remember that this is just what passes for manners in this part of the world.
He moves away, swearing in a most creative manner - that's one thing you can't fault their language on, the swearing. It never ceases to surprise-
What's this? In his haste he has left a sheaf of notes behind. Mind racing, I skim through them. They appear to be referring to some sort of medication that the man was taking regularly, though why he'd need anti-psychotics designed to resist Scopolomine, I couldn't imagine...
And suddenly, a half-forgotten snippet of memory triggered. About an article published nearly 7 years ago about the uses of certain drugs to help induct cult members in some South American country. Could there be some mad cultist here, trying the same methods? And what reason would this man have for suspecting it?
Perhaps that explains the moronic behavior of my fellows. Perhaps there really are dangerous and disruptive elements in this town, and perhaps they're using these arcane methods to further their mad goals. Or perhaps I just met a conspiracy theorist with no ability to keep his mouth shut.
Whatever the case, I, Commodore Roger Piper, will not rest till I have discovered the truth lurking at the heart of this town. Heh, maybe they'll even be some bonus if I can get this out before this entire town tears itself to pieces....?
Despite the signature, the source was uncertain.
...
Day 2 Begins
(March 20th, 2015, 17:03)Bobchillingworth Wrote: The second night was met with great trepidation...
And yet nobody died.
There were no fatalities.
...
At daybreak the assembled found a second mysterious note prominently posted on front door of the village inn. It read:
I'm running, belabored. Who knew that being dead could be so much work? And yet...there is so much to follow up on, so many clues to look at.
I yell at the top of my lungs:
"Dipwits! This is not a drill! There's evidence for a cult, I've found someone who's power is they can't be converted. Maybe this is just paranoia, but I'm putting two and two together. Work it out!"
Before running off into the mist.
The source was once again uncertain.
...
Day 3 Begins
If the vampires are a cult this could be the GMs way of telling us there's a cult. I stood some reading on mafiawiki last night and apparently it's considered fair to notify a town if the cult is present. I can't say the method was all that clear though ...
Plus it's hard to imagine a cultist wanting to tell us about a cult. It could be a scum faction ability but then how would they know about a cult? I'm thinking this is more likely the GM thinking this was a way to warn us aboutthe vampire cult. the Commodore bit is just flavor
(March 23rd, 2015, 08:28)Rowain Wrote: Since you at least are talking I would like to ask you: What is your prefered lynch-ranking (= hom do yu want to lynch foremost )? First 5 are enough.
Jabbz, I already said, earlier, that if the messages originate from a player, then it's most likely misdirection. Otherwise, why be so cryptic.
But I was leaning more towards it being GM-sourced, either as deliberate hints or as the results of night actions.
You now seem very sure that it's player-sourced, since it doesn't hint at vampires. Yeah, maybe that's it, after all. So then we're looking for someone who is good with words, and can MISDIRECT the town by delivering messages. HMMMMM.
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(March 23rd, 2015, 11:26)pindicator Wrote: You expect to live for five more days?
No I just want to hear which 5 people he wants dead.
(March 23rd, 2015, 11:29)zakalwe Wrote: So then we're looking for someone who is good with words, and can MISDIRECT the town by delivering messages. HMMMMM.
(March 23rd, 2015, 11:29)zakalwe Wrote: Jabbz, I already said, earlier, that if the messages originate from a player, then it's most likely misdirection. Otherwise, why be so cryptic.
But I was leaning more towards it being GM-sourced, either as deliberate hints or as the results of night actions.
You now seem very sure that it's player-sourced, since it doesn't hint at vampires. Yeah, maybe that's it, after all. So then we're looking for someone who is good with words, and can MISDIRECT the town by delivering messages. HMMMMM.
Yes because Gaz is the only one here rhetorically inclined :P
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