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[[Wait wait wait is there a way to confirm this is how it’s working in this game?? Because if that’s true then that puts a TON of suspicion on Homestar.]]

[[I’m pretty sure SK would give an SK result, but a Goon might just read as vanilla maybe? Not sure, actually. Since a good is basically more or less vanilla mafia, right?]]

[[tbh I can’t even fault you for that lol. It did take us a while to get to the meat of the game, so. That said, the timing is kinda weird, but also I don’t blame you for hesitating on revealing that info since you’re a brand new player.]]

[[In fact, I’m gonna advise that if Homestar is lying and the real town role cop is out there somewhere…please stay quiet and don’t reveal yourself!]]

[[Well to be fair, if they are Mafia role cop claiming town, the real town role cop risks immediately putting themselves under fire for revealing themselves. So that doesn’t necessarily mean they will come forward. They might decide it’s safest to stay quiet.]] [[I agree here that regardless of...

[[I’d love to hear more of your thoughts on this! As of right now the only one I’m sus of is Kent/Abra, only because they’ve not been contributing to town convos and because Homestar claiming town role cop is a very bold move to make. He could just as easily be mafia role cop, since mafia would...

“You were told who the serial killer is?” Wes said in disbelief. “As great as it would be to have that information, I’m...not sure how realistic it is that that’s actually true. But on the other hand, if you’re lying and we all vote on Kent, then you’ll be outed pretty quickly.” [[Sorry, I...

Wes frowned. “Hold on a minute. You just claimed that you‘re vanilla without any information, and yet... “We’ve been informed that every vanilla member will be given something to share.” He folded his arms and fixed Clovis with a hard stare. “So what’s your explanation for that?”

Much as he didn’t want to, Wes gave a curt nod and muttered, “Yeah. I agree.”

Wes rolled his eyes at Kent but chose not to comment. Instead, he stooped down and propped the still laughing Porygon upright again. “Gods-dammit, Kent, knock it off!” He shouted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re mafia and just trying to distract us from the real problem!” Wes...

[[Clarification: Wes being salty at Altair is purely RP flavor, I’m not actively suspicious of him as a player currently!]]

Wes frowned. “So are you saying you’re also ‘vanilla’ or whatever without any powers?” “You act like I don’t remember who’s side you were on last time!” Wes snapped. “I won’t be so quick to trust you again, you can count on that!” He stepped away to put more distance between him and Altair...

[[Uhhh I guess! I didn’t realize it had a name haha. Yep!]]

There was no time to react. Wes didn’t even see it coming, only heard a brief scraping of claws and a shriek and then—WHAM. Suddenly he was flat on his back and drowning in a sea of black feathers— “Wh—! Sh—what the hell!” He shoved the massive bird (bird?) off him to catch his breath, turned...

[Clarifying: Wes is roleclaiming Vanilla town.]

“That makes two of us, then,” Wes said. “I don‘t have any special abilities or anything, but...” he paused, unsure of how to phrase his next statement or if anyone would believe him. “I was given some information. I was told that there are two role cops in this game. I don’t know what side...

”It’s fine. Don’t, um, worry about it,” he mumbled and just patted their head again. Gods, he was so useless at this. He nodded to her. “I agree. Did anyone...see or hear anything, maybe?”

“Oh, for the love of—would everyone just shut up?” Wes barked. He released his hold on a squirming and grumbling Kent and let him land lightly on his feet before turning to everyone else. He was glad to see that the other man (Mike, apparently) was at least being tended to. Above all, he was...

For just a moment, Wes thought he was back in the desert, on some overnight mission. He stared up at the cave ceiling for several seconds until he realized two things at once: One, this wasn’t his go-to cave for such missions; it was bigger, colder, and damp. Two, there was a distinct lack of...

Wes shot the creature a withering look. How could he possibly trust this to be a sincere apology? What was he playing at? His arm, still smarting from their earlier scuffle, was a solid reminder of what this little gremlin was capable of. Still…it was quite the contrast to his angry and violent...