USCDiver (3): gnarlycharlie, Weedy, Weedy
Gnarlycharlie (5): Stanislaus, Choie, Stanislaus, USCDiver, USCDiver
Stanislaus (1): gnarlycharlie
With these votes, Gnarlycharlie would be lynched. Day ends in 6 hours and change. Please check for any errors.
I’m at work, I can’t make long involved posts right now.
Also, I hate posts that are Quote-Response-Quote-Response one sentence at a time. I tend to skim over them until I have time to sit down and go over them in detail. I find it hard to flip back and forth from one voice to another while reading that kind of post. That’s what I hated about **Pizza’s **play style.
I first posed those questions to you yesterday, USCDiver, without any quote/response dealie. And you can easily just pick out the stuff addressing you in particular.
If it helps, you could just write a sentence at a time offline and then post the answer in full when you get a moment free from work.
Here are the non-quote/response versions of the questions that I asked yesterDay:
Post 2728 (from 8:57PM EDT last night)
Post 2735 (from 9:15PM EDT last night):
Answer at your leisure, of course. Well, within six hours anway. I’m trying to save your life here.
(PS: For someone who hates quote/response posts one sentence at a time, it’s kinda funny to read this and this, posted just today. :D)
sorry to do this to you, choie. i’m not sure i can stay up. it will be up to you. splitting your vote won’t help, i think because the first one you put would probably be lynched.
Unvote Stanislaus
Vote USCDiver
I feel you on the line-by-line quote response posts, Diver. My eyes tend to gloss over reading them. Still, they’re sometimes useful, and I’ve been guilty of posting them from time to time.
(My posts are generally ALWAYS a burden to slog through, though. I always tell myself I’m gonna get better about it, and then I go and write books anyway. Here’s a great example of a typical Astral post. If you fall asleep, I’m sorry.)
it will be over Tomorrow and you know it!
answer yes or no. are Weedy and i the last scum? if you’re scum, of course i expect a yes. if you’re town and you say yes, then you’re not as sharp as i thought you are. Weedy saving me would just be boneheaded. i do not discount the possibility that Weedy or **choie ** might be scum but i think you and Diver are more likely. more than anything it is your statement of our scumminess (Diver’s as well) that make me believe i’m right. the only other explanation is that you think poorly of Weedy’s and my play. i guess it doesn’t matter what you answer. we’ve all locked in as i expected. it’s up to choie now.
choie, i’m not sure if you’ll be online when i sign off so i’ll make a simple scenario.
if you are sure Weedy and i are the last two scum, you don’t have to do anything. i’m already lynch leader.
if you think only one of us is scum and can’t be sure which one, Diver would be the likelier scum partner. so vote for him.
of course, if you’re scum it’s all over. but i still have hope that you aren’t because you haven’t decided yet.
good luck, choie.
Choie, if you wouldn’t mind locking in on somebody, I can go ahead and end the day. No hurry, though! I don’t want you to feel rushed. Make the decision you want to make.
You’ve kind of poisoned the well a little there! I’m virtually certain you’re scum. Of the remainder, I think Weedy is more likely to be your partner than Diver. If that means I’m not that sharp, so be it.
Choie - don’t get hung up on the idea that it’s down to you. Every vote counts equally. Make the vote you would make if you were voting first, and don’t try to second-guess yourself.
Oh bloody hell and damnation. This sucks. This sucks big time. I am not ready to make the final decision that may doom town. Especially when one of the suspects isn’t answering my questions and the other one hasn’t given me much help or reasoning either.
Every instinct leans in Stanislaus’s direction, in other words, to follow his lead. He hasn’t proven a bad influence yet.
But of course this could be the ultimate scum scam. Make every “right” decision and then, at LYLO, go for the throat when he’s drawn us into his seductive web of deceit. I could even see him and Weedy playing good cop/bad cop. There are things that I don’t like about Diver’s play so far. He’s sometimes not elaborated on his rationales very well, I don’t think. Yet gnarlycharlie has been pinging me for three Days or so.
I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to read the entire thread of posts from gnarlycharlie and USCDiver. Sorry, Astral, but that may take a little while.
Stanislaus and especially USCDiver, if you have anything to say re: my questions, which I’ve repeated twice now, please do so. Please do so, even if it’s relatively brief. Because the fact that you’re not answering them isn’t inspiring confidence in me.
Weedy, if you have thoughts on those questions (re: Day Five’s voting pattern split) then by all means, lemme hear them.
Dayum. When I signed up I had no idea, intention or desire to be the possible Decider in this game. Talk about a worst-case scenario.
Oh thank goodness at least someone else is around. Well, I wish I could believe that but pragmatically it’s not quite the case.
Off to read the gnarlycharlie and USCDiver canon.
Take your time, Choie! I didn’t mean to rush you at all.
I can’t recall any particular past concerning behavior off the top of my head right now, but I have been playing a lot of this particular game by gestalt given my lack of free time for any in depth research. At this point, things have almost become a process of elimination. I have very little concern that you are Scum, otherwise you could have easily locked on me just now and ended the game. Stanislaus I’m less sure about, but I think the end of the day voting Yesterday strongly points to Weedy and gnarly being the last scum.
I’m not sure, but I’m not predicating my arguments on myself or anyone else being Town. I don’t tend to make that assumption in order to make an argument somehow fit in with my preconceived beliefs. That just leads to confirmation bias. I think that’s the big difference between me and gnarly at this point.
Thanks very much for replying, USCDiver.
One last time: Any thoughts on this?
Actually I’ll throw this open to anyone who’s around.
sigh, looks like i’ll have to take up the cudgels for my side as the scum are active tonight sensing a win.
choie, don’t expect Weedy to reply soon. it’s probably 5 or 6am where she is.
i’ve already said what i’ve had to say in terms of explaining my logic. i won’t be able to quote stuff. just think about this:
you’re town and your record has been spotty. how does Stanislaus do it? he always seems to be voting for scum or someone else when we mislynch. he knows because he’s scum. he’s taken Town’s aggressiveness, fueled by Pizza and Normal, and used it to his advantage.
if you were scum with me, would you have done what Weedy did knowing MentalGuy would flip town? while Scum will often surprise town with their actions and we shouldn’t say ‘scum would never do that,’ some moves are just stupid such as claiming detective and accusing a townie of being scum. the townie would be lynched and flip town. then the accusing scum would get lynched. Weedy trying to save her scum buddy would not be as stupid but would rank high in the charts.
i see in preview, you’ve asked a question. honestly, i didn’t notice the voting otherwise i would have used that as an argument as well. as i said i just thought about it without looking at most of the past Days’ posts. it’s self-serving for me to say it but i believe that they can’t all be town. at least one was bussing Red.
with that i leave you. my wife is calling me to bed as we have her final checkup in a few hours.
good night!
I think it’s possible. I try not to ever say “Scum would do this, or scum wouldn’t do that” because it always ends up being a WIFOM. I think it’s incredibly unlikely that you are Scum because the game would be over by now. I think the possibility remains that **Stanislaus **could be Scum, but I’d put him below **Weedy **and **gnarly **right now. If that loses us the game, then I’d say he’s done a great job of staying below the radar. It bothers me a little bit that he’s leading the charge on **gnarly **when I think **weedy **is a better lynch Today.
Well, that’s one good thing out of this – obviously I’m town or I wouldn’t be agonizing over a vote that would be easy-as-pie if I were scum. One vote and I’d win the game for the Lords, ba-da-boom ba-da-bing. Of course if I make the wrong choice it doesn’t matter if I’m town or scum. 
In rereading this thread, I’ll say that Stanislaus has played a masterful game. Masterful, whether he’s scum or town. If he’s scum, his fakery is astonishing, not to mention ballsy, because he helped lead the charge against septimus and Red Skeezix much earlier than most others did. (I think Normal may have caught on to septimus first, but during this reread I wasn’t paying much attention to anyone else’s votes other than the current survivors.)
If he’s town, he’s been amazing with his instincts. As I said, he was just about the first person to vote septimus and not just tack it onto an existing bandwagon, but to push that case. I like that he considers the double-vote mechanic anti-Town; that’s what I’ve believed all along too. (I also like that he doesn’t join the wagon against me, and defends me early against pizza. Of course that could be snuggling.) His record isn’t perfect: he voted Kelly and MentalGuy at two points, including when Kelly got lynched. But in general he’s been pushing the lynching of scum all along. And it doesn’t feel fake to me (FWIW) – it seems to me that it’s crazy to be one of four scummy folks while consistently voting against your own kind. And not just simply toss a vote on them, but advocate persuasively to the point where you’re basically partly responsible for their lynching.
If Stanislaus did all that as scum, he’s… well, he’s in a league of his own.
So given all that. Does this mean he’s right about Diver and gnarlycharlie? Not necessarily.
(I’m trying to think of a scenario by which Diver and gnarlycharlie are both scum. What would they do in this situation?)
The votes I like least come from gnarlycharlie. I just can’t move past doublevoting ShadowFacts twice, then when ShadowFacts flips townie, turning around and voting me twice. This was on the crest of a growing choiewave, before everything came crashing down on Red inexorably.
Diver’s vote record isn’t stellar either; not locking on Red, for one. Also he’s eerily calm now, versus gnarlycharlie’s more anxious demeanor. And there’s that damn Day Five conundrum. Was he the scum who voted for Red Skeezix? Was Stanislaus? Was it really straightforward and all the scums really did vote for ShadowFacts after all?
So what’s the upshot of all this? In the end I have to go with my instincts over the past few Days, along with the person whom I trust most in the game, even if that proves disastrous.
I’m sorry, town, if my choice ends up fucking us over. And I’m very sorry to gnarlycharlie too if I’m proven wrong. I should never have been put in this position. I’m not equipped for it. But here goes:
vote gnarlycharlie
please please please please let me be right. please please please…
Good choice, choie! We at least have a fighting chance!
Nestled in the shadows of the northern mountain range is the township of De’endee. A beautiful town. A peaceful town.
A graveyard.
The rain hadn’t stopped, and the sun’s light had been slowly choked out. In a few windows, candles burned. The rest were empty, silent, and dead.
A dozen townspeople remained. They huddled in their houses all day, afraid to venture out. Some packed, ready to leave the following day as the mayor had ordered. Most merely waited, hoping for dawn.
A few adventurers remained. They gathered around the remains of the village square.
Choie spoke first. “It’s gnarlycharlie. It has to be. I’ve watched him for days now.” Several heads nodded in agreement.
The barbarian’s gaze shifted from adventurer to adventurer. “He’s a townsperson. We have to be sure about this.”
Stanislaus nodded. “We’re sure.”
“Let’s go get him. Don’t, uh, tell the mayor. You know, just in case we’re wrong.”
“No! Don’t do this! Please!” Gnarlycharlie screamed.
“Shut it, death lord.” Weedy said.
“Slaughter Lord, Weedy. Slaughter Lord.” USCDiver said, sweating profusely as he dragged gnarly forward.
The mayor stepped in front of the adventurers. “Gnarlycharlie’s one of ours. I’m tired of the bloodshed. You’re not killing him.”
Stanislaus sighed. “Step aside. Gnarly’s a Lord. I promised to protect this town, and I don’t betray a promise. We have to do this.”
“No.”
“Get out of the way, mayor.” The barbarian growled menacingly. Behind him, the ranger notched an arrow threateningly.
“You’d kill me? How many have you killed already?” The mayor shouted. “A dozen? How many have you failed to protect? How many have you let the Lords kill? LOOK AT MY TOWN.”
Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed. For several long seconds, there was only silence.
“Gnarly is a Lord of Slaugher.” Stanislaus said quietly. “He has to die.”
Gnarly shook his head emphatically. “No. No no no no no. I’m just a townsperson.” His eyes turned, pleadingly, towards the mayor. “Tell them.”
The mayor’s body trembled. He looked at each of the adventurers in turn, before finally settling on gnarlycharlie. The rain fell, a steady patter on the roofs of the nearby homes. The crow called out again.
“Do what you must.”
Gnarly’s eyes widened. His mouth opened, ready to scream-
-Before being silenced forever.
Gnarlycharlie, an NPC townsperson and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
Stanislaus’ mouth hung open in shock. “He wasn’t a Lord of Slaughter?”
Choie staggered back. “I… I was so sure.”
The sorcerer dropped to her knees in front of gnarly’s body, tears streaming down her face.
The mayor turned to the adventurers. “Are you happy? ARE YOU?”
“I am.” Weedy said, smiling. “Ecstatic, even.”
His hands twisted deftly, well-versed in the necromantic arts. A soft green glow enveloped gnarlycharlie’s corpse. Weedy pointed at the sorcerer. Gnarlycharlie’s hands reached out, stronger in undeath than he ever was in life. With a sickening crunch, the sorcerer’s neck was snapped.
The sorcerer, an NPC controlled by the GM and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
The ranger pulled his bow back, swinging his arm up to aim at Weedy. Weedy made a single gesture, and the ranger crumpled to the ground.
The ranger, an NPC controlled by the GM and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
The barbarian turned to the remaining adventurers. “Take the mayor and run. I’ll deal with Weedy”
Stanislaus nodded. With the mayor in tow, they fled.
De’endee was on fire.
With every townsperson slaughtered, Weedy’s undead army grew stronger. Stanislaus had tried leading the group to the edge of town, but it was already patrolled by the decaying bodies of those already murdered. ShadowFacts had seen them, his rogue skills none the worse for wear after death, and he smiled a toothless grin. LightFoot, her body terribly destroyed, stumbled out of the woods behind him. Deep in the forest, more moans could be heard.
“Run.” ShadowFacts had said. “I’ll even give you a head start.”
“We can’t fight all of them. We’re dead.”
“Shut up, Diver.” Stanislaus said as he paced around the room.
“We should just run. Screw everyone else. They’re all dead or dying. Just run, and take our chances.”
“Those are my people you’re talking about!” The mayor shouted.
“Were your people. Were. They’re Weedy’s by now.”
Stanislaus slammed his hands on the table. “Shut UP, Diver. Choie’s still out there somewhere. She could help us.”
Diver started to respond, but Weedy’s ethereal voice cut him off. Somehow, they could tell just by his voice that he was smiling.
“Found you.”
Stanislaus, USCDiver, and the mayor cautiously exited the house. In front of them, dozens strong, were Weedy’s undead army. And in the center of it all was Weedy.
“You know, I honestly thought you were gonna make me fight my way in. Got you a present.”
Weedy lazily tossed the barbarian’s head at them. It plopped down into the mud, the mouth frozen in an eternal scream.
The barbarian, an NPC controlled by the GM and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
USCDiver stepped closer to Stanislaus. “On the count of three, we rush him. I don’t care if those undead rip us apart, I’m killing that bastard first.”
Stanislaus nodded. “One… two… thr—”
USCDiver’s body collapsed, showering Stanislaus and the Mayor with blood and flesh.
USCDiver, an NPC townsperson and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
Weedy laughed. “Implosion’s a handy trick. Sorry to interrupt your plotting.”
The mayor’s body trembled. “Just get it over with.”
Weedy’s smile, unbelievably, grew larger. “Gladly.”
His fingers started to twist into necromantic shapes. Suddenly he shuddered, his eyes wide. He reached back, pulling a dagger out of his side.
Choie strode forward, holding more throwing daggers. Casually, she chucked another at Weedy. It embedded itself in his windpipe, and he collapsed, gagging.
“Isn’t this the part where you tell your undead army to kill me? I guess you kinda need a voicebox for that. It’s cool, I’ll wait.”
“k…k…k…kkk…kkkkk…” Weedy croaked.
“Well, ain’t that a shame?” She stood up, another dagger in her hand, ready to stab down. A green bolt of magical fire flew through the air, taking her arm off at the shoulder. Uncomprehendingly, she turned around.
The mayor’s lifeless corpse sprawled in the mud. Stanislaus stood next to him, his eyes glowing green.
The mayor, an NPC elected official controlled by the GM and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
“Most of my magic is hexes and the like. Good for getting people to do what I want. Good for stopping them from doing what I don’t want. But what kinda warlock would I be if I didn’t have an epic fireball or two ready to go?”
Choie coughed. “I trusted you.”
Stanislaus chuckled. “More’s the pity.”
Choie, an NPC townsperson and one of the Defenders of De’endee, is dead.
Nestled in the shadows of the northern mountain range is the township of De’endee. An empty town. A silent town.
A graveyard.