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Hello! I would like an Umbreon sprite! Just a regular one. This event was TONS of fun!! I’m not sure that I have much feedback, though I do second Sin’s suggestion to delegate the bingo prompts to someone else—this was a LOT of work on your shoulders, and I think there are people who would be...

[[Aaaand this is why I’m so frustrated, because I made one mistake. One. And yeah, I know mistakes in mafia are what get you lynched anyways, but I feel like I’m being absolutely dogpiled on for that mistake while others are quick defend the other newbies. And yes, apparently my play style does...

Wes bristled at the accusations being thrown at the Luxio. “You can’t blame her for not knowing Lexx would die!” he spat. “I know some of you have experienced this hellish game more than once, but not all of us have!” [[Just Wes being spicy, no hard feelings here lol. But I’m pretty sure this...

[[OOC post, here we go. That’s completely fair. You and I have very different play styles—I wanted to get things going and tried coming up with theories (yes, very sucky ones, I’ll admit it) to at least make something happen. We kinda felt like sitting ducks on Dtwo people died that night...

Wes nodded gratefully to the...strange blue being before getting back to his feet. He noticed Mewtwo stewing in confusion while Tefiren was already bounding around spitting out theories—unspurprisingly, theories about him. Gods. Dammit. He drew himself up with a snarl. Fine. Fine. He’d been...

No. No. No. Wes fell to his knees and tried to breathe. He’d failed. Failed. Failed. He’d had one job—one—and he’d still managed to screw if all up. He slammed a fist into the ground and hissed through gritted teeth. “Dammit all.” He had never felt so useless. So worthless.

[[I have also voted for Navar so I believe that’s 5 votes]]

[[Gonna just make most of this post ooc because I don't have the brain capacity for a full RP response right now. Actually, Alexander/Namo's vote was what influenced me to vote for Lance in the first place, because until I saw the vote, I'd literally forgotten he existed. I'm conflicted about...

[[I'm sorry, my phrasing has been absolutely terrible and I am braindead today. You HAVE been active, what Wes is saying that, despite your activity, he's still unsure what side Miyako is on because she's remained pretty ambiguous so far.]] Wes clenched his jaw in frustration, but instead of...

[[Gonna clarify that I'm reading Arctozolt as soft town because I believe the confusion was a genuine mistake/blunder and not meant to be a mislead. Though I'm still wary, I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.]]

[[Aight, I think I'm also gonna give a readlist just to organize my thoughts a bit. Not sure how helpful it's gonna be, because I'm still...very very unsure about almost everyone, hah.]]

[[Gonna second this. Tbh, on Day 1 I kinda skimmed the conversation between Jesse, Dave and Lexx and have been relying on summary posts to get the gist of what happened, but I’m still left very confused as to what the conclusion was.]]

"Are you serious?" Wes rubbed his temples in frustration. Two days, two deaths, and whole lot of talking had gotten them...hardly anywhere. If anything, he only felt more lost than he did before. They needed to form a plan, and quickly, or else they would all meet the same fate as the first two...

[[Either one works, but it sounds like A is probably the best option, so my vote is A.]]

Wes stared at her and let those words sink in. Meaning well, but still failing. Getting someone else killed because of your own foolish mistakes...living with that weight afterwards...carrying it wherever you go... It was a suffocating, devastating kind of guilt, and even here in this strange...

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” Wes said. “If they can get one of their own to convince everyone they’re innocent and harmless, that would give them the upper hand in the long run, right?” [[Hmm. Is it impossible though? Couldn’t Mafia choose not to kill if they don’t want to? It’s unusual...

Wes felt his defenses flare immediately. Was she...confessing to a murder?? But—no...upon taking a closer look, those wide, distressed eyes didn’t seem to be holding any malicious intent. This...was not the face of a killer. Not a cold-blooded, intentional killer, anyway. He crouched in front...

A small movement caught Wes’ eye; Chappie was fidgeting slightly, a look of horror on her face. He fixed her with a hard stare and spoke slowly. “You know something, don’t you?”

[[Shoot, I’m realizing that my word choice might not have been clear enough and since I can’t edit I’ll just clarify: Wes is talking about Tefiren’s bulletproof claim here.]]

Wes frowned at the conversation taking place. Clearly he was in the presence of several experienced members—though he wasn’t sure whether to take that as a comfort or not. On one hand, they were likely good at surviving in a place like this, but on the other...perhaps they were good at killing...