[Game Thread] WW49: Wizards and Werewolves

[Lewwyn]

That prose took longer than my poetry
but I hope that gives you clarity.
I still think you might be scum
but I lean stronger on gazglum

[Gazglum]

Dear Lewwyn, I mount up for our royal joust,
only to find your ardour doused?
Already moved to the sad-eyed priest,
You could not await rebuttal, at least?

You've moaned about your curse
but then you say you'd never stop
You imply that I'm hiding in my rhymes
but then you won't let it drop

Why is it not the same for me?
That I love my gift?
The game is fun and clearly
people get my drift.

The game is a blast, though I must insist,
Pindi says he does NOT always follow your drift.
But I digress, ser.
Here's my best, ser.

You do not hide behind your rhyme, which brings much joy to all.
You hide behind your lack of drive, you meander up the wall.
Now so I’ve said, you rouse your head, the old lion shows his claws
It grieves me keen, so long it's been,
since we have seen dissent between ourselves.
So perhaps we can find common ground on this one spot.
though we play the stage together, both players we are not?

When first I heard your hooves,
Galloping to the Fighter's aid,
I must confess I did assume,
Foul alliance was at play.
But tis instinct to see villains, where perhaps we only err,
So if your heart be true, good ser, I beg of you to hear.

Of COURSE a mislynch is a mislynch,
Only I am less afraid to make a mess.
We should be less inclined to flinch,
With a backup cheat to death.
A God-Blessed Player of high skill, come in tomorrow day,
Would in fact be a great boon, to those still alive to play.
Hence were we to kill, say, you Ser,
and Superdeath the Inert.
My preference is then Lew for lunch,
And the Warlock for dessert.

He says we are a strange town indeed, not willing to plunge the knife.
I will plunge it sir, I am not afeared, to take another's life.
And I remind us again, we have the scroll, can afford to take a chance.
We kill a vet in error? Oops-a-day! We can bring them back into the dance.

This stanza specifically tips my suspicion
I think everyone who votes is willing to plunge the knife
that's literally what voting does
and you can see the village is rife.

Your quarrel is with Novice here, I point you to the scene:

What a dysfunctional happy family. Nobody trusts anybody and nobody wants to lynch anybody.

But a quarrel tween our Fighter and our Bard we've never seen.
I am not sure on Novice, ser, I am not sure on you.
But I see you both refuse to engage with just the thought,
That one of you could play his good old friend for werewolf sport.
I make a case, in all good faith, you ignore it in your haste,
To show yourself the Lew of old, and damn me to the Waste.

To start it off I have to say
that it was a kind of shitty day.
...

Gazglum I mostly trust
his warm demeanor
will not rust.
I dont get the scum vibe
everything seems to jive.

...

Pindicator I'm feeling fine
he's agreeing with me most of the time.

Do you recall these words, Ser? They are yours. Just at our last night's rest.
Pindicator said it best, you go from friend-in-arms to vipers nest.

Yet hours on, you change your song:

Beyond that his play has been subpar
his arguments more vague and thoughts unfree
he is not rushed into specifics
and tarries on certain reads

My arguments vague, my thoughts unfree?
But Ser, if you find me lacking focus
Tis only due to your hocus pocus!

I say Novice and yourself have lacked,
You say the same of me, perhaps.
Your posts veer all over in attack,
Lewwyn, I do not trust alas.

[pindicator]

Why did you target Gazglum last night, Lewwyn?

[Lewwyn]

When first I heard your hooves,
Galloping to the Fighter's aid,
I must confess I did assume,
Foul alliance was at play.
But tis instinct to see villains, where perhaps we only err,
So if your heart be true, good ser, I beg of you to hear.

Of COURSE a mislynch is a mislynch,
Only I am less afraid to make a mess.
We should be less inclined to flinch,
With a backup cheat to death.
A God-Blessed Player of high skill, come in tomorrow day,
Would in fact be a great boon, to those still alive to play.
Hence were we to kill, say, you Ser,
and Superdeath the Inert.
My preference is then Lew for lunch,
And the Warlock for dessert.

Tell me friend when did I come to novice's rescue?
I've only ever said that I felt he was mostly on the level
when he read my argument with rowain
and understood my treble.

See this is why we can't be friends
you continue to tie him and I together.
He defended me, and I voted similarly
but we haven't shared the weather.

I haven't see him really be outright scummy
and if anything he was towards me more outrightly chummy.

The only thing he's done to give me pause
has been his last "parked" vote
that seemed to have no cause.

Your quarrel is with Novice here, I point you to the scene:

What a dysfunctional happy family. Nobody trusts anybody and nobody wants to lynch anybody.

But a quarrel tween our Fighter and our Bard we've never seen.
I am not sure on Novice, ser, I am not sure on you.
But I see you both refuse to engage with just the thought,
That one of you could play his good old friend for werewolf sport.
I make a case, in all good faith, you ignore it in your haste,
To show yourself the Lew of old, and damn me to the Waste.

Again you are singing that tired note.
I must be scum because I don't attack the fighter,
I've thought carefully its true
and I will turn if I see him as a blighter
But right now I'm not convinced
And your tying us together has me incensed.
In fact it seems you may be trying to sow more distrust
with you wedge going thrust thrust thrust.

To start it off I have to say
that it was a kind of shitty day.
...

Gazglum I mostly trust
his warm demeanor
will not rust.
I dont get the scum vibe
everything seems to jive.

...

Pindicator I'm feeling fine
he's agreeing with me most of the time.

Do you recall these words, Ser? They are yours. Just at our last night's rest.
Pindicator said it best, you go from friend-in-arms to vipers nest.

Yet hours on, you change your song:

Beyond that his play has been subpar
his arguments more vague and thoughts unfree
he is not rushed into specifics
and tarries on certain reads

My arguments vague, my thoughts unfree?
But Ser, if you find me lacking focus
Tis only due to your hocus pocus!

I say Novice and yourself have lacked,
You say the same of me, perhaps.
Your posts veer all over in attack,
Lewwyn, I do not trust alas.

Let us start with my nightly words.
They were truthful at the time
and best reflected my mind.

My song today refers of course
to your beautiful but unforceful verse
You say ii have no drive or motivation
but I think yours was missing in action.

Yes I made you sing today,
but only because I thought you'd love to play,
You even said you'd be amenable
though now is it regretable?

I've spoken already about my change of heart
that the cleric's words have forced apart.

The final thing that I would say
is that of course my attacks have travelled today
I am actively scum hunting this way.

[Lewwyn]

Why did you target Gazglum last night, Lewwyn?

Because Gazglum wanted to be the bard
And I didn;t think it be that hard
He's a poet just like me
and he'd keep his sanity.

I'd planned to gift novice and gaz from the start
since both expressed interest on day 1
I certainly didn't expect
that I would turn and vote for him anon.

[Lewwyn]

Goodnight everyone I have to go
I've stayed up to late and its not fine.
I've got class tomorrow for 3 hours
and won't be free till 3 hours prior to deadline.

[pindicator]

He says we are a strange town indeed, not willing to plunge the knife.
I will plunge it sir, I am not afeared, to take another's life.
And I remind us again, we have the scroll, can afford to take a chance.
We kill a vet in error? Oops-a-day! We can bring them back into the dance.

I read this as stating we do not need to be as cautious of lynching a vet out of fear of losing their voice because we can bring them back a day. Not saying we should lynch a vet.

[Gazglum]

Lewwyn, I weep for you, I truly do, as a bard you are disbarred.
I hope you will return to rhyme, when you return to the sparring yard.

I fear your case is fizzling before it starts,
Let me simply point to a couple broken parts.

Look I don't like this post. I haven't liked a lot of Gazglum's posts today. I diidn't really like Gazglum ending the day on thrawn either. I mean he's saying here in this last sttanza that he's not afraid to kill a vet. But Day 1 he sure seemed to be happy sliding back into thrawn. And look I don't think voting thrawn is a scum tell, but I think that coupled with his posts today and again this post in particular it feels scummy to me.

Shocking as it seems, Ser Glum must sometimes sleep.
For hours before I laid my vote, Ser Thrawn made not a peep.
Surely, Ser, you remember?
You also mused we Thrawn dismember.

Rowain it seems thrawn has returned today
but his content is insubstantial.
Does this change your mind on Serdoa
or is the evidence still too circumstantial?

You may think thrawn easy, but this post does not help
I'm quite getting ready myself to make the poor boy yelp.

By the way rowain here's more fuel for your fire
I am suspicious of thrawn who's posts don't inspire.

He appeared for a moment today,
then disappeared before he had anything to say.

Do you still think he is a bad vote?
Or have you seen that maybe he's on the float.

My dearest Ser, I pity you. Hypocrisy, thy name is Lew.
And what of Ser-Doa, who pushed the vote when Thrawn returned?
Whyfore is he, of your suspicion now so spurned?

[pindicator]

Thank you for breaking character, Lewwyn. It's given me a lot to think on

[Gazglum]

Goodnight everyone I have to go
I've stayed up to late and its not fine.
I've got class tomorrow for 3 hours
and won't be free till 3 hours prior to deadline.

Brave brave Ser Lewwyn, Ser Lewwyn runs away. 
I kid, I kid, you must to bed. I will not make you stay.

I fear my friend, no time for amends, we shall not o'erlap.
Whatever the result to come, your rhymes deserve a clap.