What’s your case on HN, KO?
Is it helpful to talk about this during the night?
Knowed Out is a noobie. It’s helpful to him.
As a teacher myself, I’m all for using the Socratic method. But does this kind of talk help town?
Talk me into it by all means, but as I see it: scum are talking amongst themselves right now and planning whom to kill. Since there’s no voting happening right now, it seems like these kinds of questions might best be saved for daytime.
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Maybe i’m over-thinking it. But nobody has talked me out of this position yet.
No, you’re not overthinking it. Normally you’d be right in saying let’s not talk at night, because normally we wouldn’t be in an All-Vanilla game. But we are. There are no secret powers that Scum have to try to find. There are no great mysteries this time around. Scum already know all there is to know. Town can only benefit from Night conversations, and it may (possibly, conceivably, if not probably) impact come dawn when one of us has been NK’d.
No, I disagree, strongly. Anything town discusses tonight is available to scum. They’ll see it. Town benefits from keeping relatively shtum— silent — during the night, limiting the additional information open to scum.
That’s still my opinion. You haven’t convinced me to think otherwise.
“Town can only benefit from night conversations” — the “only” strikes me as totally false. Town can always suffer from discussion if it turns on itself. This doesn’t even require scum to intervene.
“Scum already know all there is to know.” How is this true if people keep talking.
Thanks for trying to talk me out of keeping shtum, Prof, but it didn’t work.
All right. Yes, conversation can turn on itself. Valid point. But there is NO information in the game that Scum don’t already know, because this is a straight Vanilla game. They can’t gain information if they already know all of it.
And my original query was directed to Knowed Out. It’s his first game, and he needs to learn by doing. I have been in a number of games where Night discussions benefited Town, and very few where Scum profited.
There is no information about the game setup which they don’t already know. If there’s a townie with a clever plan for tomorrow, they don’t know it. If there’s a townie who lurked yesterday but is planning on being the most prolific and hardest hunting player tomorrow, they don’t know that either.
Picky, picky, picky.
He’s too quiet. Watch out for the quiet ones.
Hmm… I had 20 posts, which is as many as you (9) and Mahaloth (11) combined. And my posts weren’t just one or two sentences, either.
In fact, you had the lowest amount of posts by anyone playing in the game.
So… we should watch out for you?
See? Trying to stir up trouble already.
/grease noose
Protip: Getting yourself lynched by alienating people is not good play whichever side you’re on. (Pretending that you’re trying to do so might be awesome play, as long as you can pull off the not actually getting lynched part.)
By the way, I feel confident calling out KO’s posts because ain’t nobody killing that particular mofo tonight. No way.
Going to keep quiet otherwise.
If I’m making a huge mistake, I’ll learn from it. I fully expect to fail spectacularly, so I’m just going to have fun while doing so.
So KO is here for shits and giggles. Got it.
Ying tong iddle i po, Day should start in about 35.
The town was awakened by strange sounds coming from Prof. Pepperwinkle’s house.
“There! Now eat it, all of it!”, a voice exclaimed.
“Um, OK, if you insist… just let me… AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!”
“Boss, I don’t know exactly what that machine was supposed to do, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t it”
“Who cares? Let’s just get out of here, pronto!”
When the concerned townsfolk finally broke into the Professor’s kitchen, they found a gruesome, and bizarre, scene. Nine cans of baked beans lay piled against the front of an unearthly contraption, while a tenth whirred in a circle in a clamp at the front, its cut-off lid lying nearby. Nor was that all that whirred through the machine: What appeared at first to be pulled taffy was also making its way through the device’s interior, over and through an assortment of gears and pulleys. Meaty pulled taffy.
Prof. Pepperwinkle, a Townie, is dead, and will create no more crackpot inventions.
Day 2 begins now, and will end at 4:00 EDT on Thursday.
Current post counts:
Stranger On A Train 66
Prof. Pepperwinkle 64
snfaulkner 61
snoe 55
Biotop 39
Johnny Bravo 31
Sunny Daze 25
Hi, Neighbor! 24
Chronos 22
Knowed Out 14
Mahaloth 13
Dead Cat 3
Pleonast 1
Oh, Pfui.