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[[I don’t thiiiiink that’s what Lexx was getting at there? The way I was reading it, he was arguing that the early no-lynch voters are not likely to be mafia (since even in the previous game most of them were town), and it’s more suspicious when people vote to get on the no-lynch wagon later? I...

[[I read Tefirenposts while half-asleep last night and didn’t have time to reread before posting that, but now I have and I think I misconstrued what he was getting at, so applogies for a kind of faulty summary there. That said I still don’t really agree that Lexx looking at how the mafia’s...

[[To be clear, Dave’s bafflement at Jesse here is entirely an IC thing. I can fully believe uA is motivated to look for evidence to trust me <3]]

Dave gathered himself again, took a sip of his beer. "All right, so, yeah, this is a real fucking stretch. There are a lot of reasons your thing or mine could fail, and me being jailed is only one of them. Maybe your line of thinking was that'd be likely if your action failed and so did mine...

[[will respond to more stuff tomorrow but I am very groggy and sleep]]

Dave rubbed his face. All the sudden vague claims were giving him a headache. “Hold on, what? First you say it wouldn’t stop me, then you yourself describe it as making sure I couldn’t get to anyone else. Near as I can tell, yeah, being jailed would stop me doing regular actions, only it didn’t...

[[Let's pretend this part happened earlier]] Dave froze for a moment. Starr. This was... her brother? That smug tech-nerd fucking Zeraora? Well, he was not about to tell him actually Starr was currently an Incineroar in the universe where he'd turned into a dog, where a shadow-slug had taken...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. “It sounds like what you’re getting at is that you were obstructing me”—of course he was, the dickhead—“but it’s not really the sort of thing that can just not work.”

Dave let out a frustrated sigh. “That’s more complicated to answer than you might think, but I’m guessing for the purposes of whatever detection power you’re insinuating you’ve got, the answer is yes.” Jesse’d filled an entire blackboard with tables and notes on literally everything anyone had...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "Your... sis?"

Dave pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Okay. Psychic marks. That's..." He glanced over at the Delphox. "Look, I'm not saying that doesn't make sense. But the way these games work? That seems a bit too fucking easy, doesn't it? Just, from the start somebody learns for free that one of the...

Dave rolled his eyes at the Hydreigon. "Working with people you can't stand is called being a fucking adult. You should try it." Some stragglers were watching them by now. He supposed most of the other people here were new to this. Lucky him, huh. Scuffles had broken out between some of the...

Dave's head snapped towards the Hydreigon. "Sorry, I think I missed where this became any of your fucking business." He looked critically at the dragon and his sockpuppet-heads. God, what a creepy Pokémon. "Obviously I'm not going to assume the fact this guy's a shithead means anything for the...

Dave narrowed his eyes as Jesse cocked his head at him. "Third time. There's a bunch of ethereal assholes just doing this regularly because they get off on making people play shitty games. I don't know if you heard the one with the Archopy over there earlier" - he pointed at the tree - "took me...

He recognized him. Why the fuck did Jesse recognize him, when he'd been a fucking Poochyena when... ...Right. He'd watched those memories from back home. Dave clenched his fists. One downside to being human was he probably didn't qualify as a Dark-type anymore, did he. Would the board game...

Dave was back in the board game dimension. Again. He blinked. They'd been preparing to storm the Worldcore and rescue Sword, and now he was... here, on the featureless plane, presumably about to play another game of fucking mafia. Of course. And probably afterwards he'd be dropped right where...

Let's stick Dave in this thing again:

Hmm. Do you think you could maybe get me a bingo card of prompts that might serve as warmup for Morphic rewrite, fleshing out the world/background? Let me know if that's not a workable theme. For a prompt for you, how about Berserk Gene?

This was a lot of fun, and I'm extremely tickled to have inspired it (though really, it only goes as far as the notion of Scyther in a high school!). I enjoyed the careful inclusion of every high school trope - the muscly jocks bullying the glasses-wearing nerd, the pantsing, the house party...

Welcome to the long-awaited rewrite of my Pokémorph fanfic, Morphic! The story's been revamped quite a bit if you've read it before, but I trust you'll all find the new version a vast improvement. Chapter 1 “…these pro-life protesters are terrorizing vulnerable women on the worst day of...