Posted October 25, 2011
Posted October 25, 2011
See, the problem is I can understand people not believing my vanilla claim, because it was a lie and I can see people not believing my real claim because it is ridiculous.
Baz did come up as "good" when I investigated him, so there's that.
Baz did come up as "good" when I investigated him, so there's that.
Posted October 25, 2011
What was the exact wording? Obviously I don't want you to break the rules, but Good/Bad, Town/Not Town, just wondering what this wording might have been.
Posted October 26, 2011
(( Evidence that the setup has been verified by a previous mod is on the admin board here Let's leave well enough alone. I'm sorry I ever flippantly suggested the possibility that the mod was messing with us. ))
bazilisek: Erratum: gazing at my chart, I noticed immediately after posting that he was at L-1 for a grand total of three posts (234-237). But he was around at the time, so the chance was there. After Orry was put to L-1 by Rod immediately after the 1st claim, Bard immediately changed his vote to baz... Vitek also unvoted after the claim and asked for flavour, which ultimately snowballed into the lynch. I'm not sure if this is significant at the moment, but it might be worth bearing in mind later on.
A note about the name thing:
Baz was actually the first to point out the name problem way back in #309, where he noted that the name of the dead Queen was never revealed. I pointed out the name oddity again about 100 posts later, but it was in a moment of doubt in #405. Primal picked it out and mused on it more openly, leading to Vitek, Rod, Rabbit, Orry and baz volunteering information on names, which effectively sealed Orry's fate. Again, I have no idea how this might fit into the scheme of things, but I think it could be worth mentioning.
A note about the name thing:
Baz was actually the first to point out the name problem way back in #309, where he noted that the name of the dead Queen was never revealed. I pointed out the name oddity again about 100 posts later, but it was in a moment of doubt in #405. Primal picked it out and mused on it more openly, leading to Vitek, Rod, Rabbit, Orry and baz volunteering information on names, which effectively sealed Orry's fate. Again, I have no idea how this might fit into the scheme of things, but I think it could be worth mentioning.
Posted October 26, 2011
Posted October 26, 2011
A rope suspends in the archway, gripped in the stone hands of the silent observer. Has it always been there?
Day Two Final Votecount
With eleven alive it takes six votes to lynch.
6 - Orryyrro (cast by SirPrimalform, NotFrenchYet, Vitek, Rodzaju, Muttly13 and Pazzer)
1 - Xyem (cast by LittleRabbit)
Not Voting - xyem, Orryyrro, TwilightBard, Bazilisek.
Orryyrro has majority vote.
Every idea, passionate, every action driven by fear and grief, the crowd rounds upon this pitiful creature, swathed in stinking cloth.
"Poor blind Jack..." mumbles the wretch, "was a lie. I had to deceive you, my children - please know me. I am your King."
This is too much for the pained townsfolk. "How can you villain?" they cry. "Have you no shame?" "Do not mock us!" and finally "You did it! You murdered them!"
They know what must be done, as the crowd burst forth in a torrent, sweeping the detestable thing off its feet and into the air, three attend to the rope, and tie it tight around its neck. There is a silence as the man is held by the crowd. No, not silence. His breathing is quavering and deep; the man weeps.
"You are scared.
You must know that I love you.
This was not your doing, but the work of those who must not be allowed to live. Take back our town. Do not lose heart my loves!
Oh... my poor Queen..."
As one, the town lets out a screech of rage, and inhuman mindless noise that shocks the spirit, and the King drops.
They watched him die. Trembling with relief they turned away, but they were still unsettled. Who was this creature who would destroy our lives? One tore the hood from his face - and recoiled.
Who could describe the dread, the anguish that tormented the body throughout?
Before them, was the gentle face of their King.
"Cut him down!" - the body was taken and layed out on the ground. They could not leave him like this. He needed respect, and the town needed to grieve. Tomorrow must be spent in grace. "We have to feel it."
Orryyrro has been Lynched. He was The King (TOWN COP/PRINCESS/GOSSIP)
It is now Night Two. Day Three will begin in two-three days, but there will be no action and it will go immediately to Night Three. Let's try and get night actions to me within 36 hours?
I should add - Sorry guys! I hope you can see the funny side. I expect you'll have a lot to address me with about this, but would you mind if I respond to your criticism at the end of the game? We'll have a good hard discussion about what a cock I have been then.
Day Two Final Votecount
With eleven alive it takes six votes to lynch.
6 - Orryyrro (cast by SirPrimalform, NotFrenchYet, Vitek, Rodzaju, Muttly13 and Pazzer)
1 - Xyem (cast by LittleRabbit)
Not Voting - xyem, Orryyrro, TwilightBard, Bazilisek.
Orryyrro has majority vote.
Every idea, passionate, every action driven by fear and grief, the crowd rounds upon this pitiful creature, swathed in stinking cloth.
"Poor blind Jack..." mumbles the wretch, "was a lie. I had to deceive you, my children - please know me. I am your King."
This is too much for the pained townsfolk. "How can you villain?" they cry. "Have you no shame?" "Do not mock us!" and finally "You did it! You murdered them!"
They know what must be done, as the crowd burst forth in a torrent, sweeping the detestable thing off its feet and into the air, three attend to the rope, and tie it tight around its neck. There is a silence as the man is held by the crowd. No, not silence. His breathing is quavering and deep; the man weeps.
"You are scared.
You must know that I love you.
This was not your doing, but the work of those who must not be allowed to live. Take back our town. Do not lose heart my loves!
Oh... my poor Queen..."
As one, the town lets out a screech of rage, and inhuman mindless noise that shocks the spirit, and the King drops.
They watched him die. Trembling with relief they turned away, but they were still unsettled. Who was this creature who would destroy our lives? One tore the hood from his face - and recoiled.
Who could describe the dread, the anguish that tormented the body throughout?
Before them, was the gentle face of their King.
"Cut him down!" - the body was taken and layed out on the ground. They could not leave him like this. He needed respect, and the town needed to grieve. Tomorrow must be spent in grace. "We have to feel it."
Orryyrro has been Lynched. He was The King (TOWN COP/PRINCESS/GOSSIP)
It is now Night Two. Day Three will begin in two-three days, but there will be no action and it will go immediately to Night Three. Let's try and get night actions to me within 36 hours?
I should add - Sorry guys! I hope you can see the funny side. I expect you'll have a lot to address me with about this, but would you mind if I respond to your criticism at the end of the game? We'll have a good hard discussion about what a cock I have been then.
Posted October 26, 2011
I should add - Sorry guys! I hope you can see the funny side. I expect you'll have a lot to address me with about this, but would you mind if I respond to your criticism at the end of the game? We'll have a good hard discussion about what a cock I have been then.
Posted October 28, 2011
There was a pleasant town, with a pleasant horizon,
beautiful gardens, arborial seas.
The people, unknowing, who lived alongside
were watched all their lives by benevolent trees.
When danger appeared the people afeared,
thinking only they were the ill-at-ease.
So when evil attacked the leafed and firred,
they died alone -their cries unheard.
Returning to the judgement grounds the next morning the townsfolk were dismayed by the scene before them. The great spreading apple tree who stood in the palace garden - whose fruit had been sweet and sharp, refreshing and warming, and given gladly to any who would have it - stood still, but its branches were scorched and twisted. The leaves had fallen all about, carpeting the dead roots, grey and ashen, the fruit had rotted on the branch. The magnificent tree had died, and with it was taken a sense of safety that they had not acknowledged feeling - the spirit of the tree had been trying to protect them, and had been killed.
There was too much to be done though. The King would be buried alongside those who had died already. There was no time for revenge today, there must be ceremony and respect.
So ring the bells, and sing the dirges,
and suppress your homicidal urges.
TwilightBard has been killed. He was the Enchanted Apple Tree (TOWN DOCTOR.)
And we'll move straight into night three. Night actions to me as soon as you can, I'll try and start day four tonight, or as soon as possible.
beautiful gardens, arborial seas.
The people, unknowing, who lived alongside
were watched all their lives by benevolent trees.
When danger appeared the people afeared,
thinking only they were the ill-at-ease.
So when evil attacked the leafed and firred,
they died alone -their cries unheard.
Returning to the judgement grounds the next morning the townsfolk were dismayed by the scene before them. The great spreading apple tree who stood in the palace garden - whose fruit had been sweet and sharp, refreshing and warming, and given gladly to any who would have it - stood still, but its branches were scorched and twisted. The leaves had fallen all about, carpeting the dead roots, grey and ashen, the fruit had rotted on the branch. The magnificent tree had died, and with it was taken a sense of safety that they had not acknowledged feeling - the spirit of the tree had been trying to protect them, and had been killed.
There was too much to be done though. The King would be buried alongside those who had died already. There was no time for revenge today, there must be ceremony and respect.
So ring the bells, and sing the dirges,
and suppress your homicidal urges.
TwilightBard has been killed. He was the Enchanted Apple Tree (TOWN DOCTOR.)
And we'll move straight into night three. Night actions to me as soon as you can, I'll try and start day four tonight, or as soon as possible.
Posted October 30, 2011
Once a young boy, sharp as a pin,
with ruddy round cheeks and a mischievous grin,
sought to uncover an evil plot -
now his grin is still there, though his cheeks are not.
On the fourth day emotion seemed spent. The townspeople discovered the mangled corpse of the young Bazilisek without surprise, and like clockwork machines they wrapped the body and layed it out under the archway.
The only thing that every person there felt was a dreadful anticipation. Evil must recompense.
Bazilisek has been murdered. He was the Wily Stableboy (TOWN TRACKER)
It is now Day IV
with ruddy round cheeks and a mischievous grin,
sought to uncover an evil plot -
now his grin is still there, though his cheeks are not.
On the fourth day emotion seemed spent. The townspeople discovered the mangled corpse of the young Bazilisek without surprise, and like clockwork machines they wrapped the body and layed it out under the archway.
The only thing that every person there felt was a dreadful anticipation. Evil must recompense.
Bazilisek has been murdered. He was the Wily Stableboy (TOWN TRACKER)
It is now Day IV
