Search results

a) All of them! b) I think I should be around most weeks. c) It's too late to be first writer by now, heh.

Dave sighed as, yet again, accusations started to fly in his direction. "Look," he said, "all I can tell you is this is the fucking power that I got. I didn't pick it. Ask the fucking guardians why I'm stuck with this." He folded his arms as a consensus started to form, that even if he wasn't...

((I mean, technically there's nothing stopping Negrek from deciding a mafia member both inspects as innocent and has is a roleblocker... but I agree that it's not very likely. I'm not going to be around at the end of the day; going to a concert that starts about an hour before. I too would...

Dave recoiled backwards after Mel released him. "I'm not sure it works that way," he said, glaring at her as he adjusted his collar, for far longer than it could possibly have needed adjustment. "They control fucking everything. You know, last night I tried to deflect off more people. My own...

((Dave redirected from himself onto Starr on N0. I'm guessing only the healers didn't get to use an action? Would've been pointless for them anyway.))

((Okay, hold the phone. When there are two healers, in my experience it's balanced by a healer clash mechanic - if two people heal the same person, that person dies. If Loki and Lachlan are both telling the truth, then they both targeted Starr the night before last. And that's when Mel said she...

Dave looked straight towards Mel, his left eye twitching. "Of course this whole fucking place is trying to kill us. This is all some sick fucking game orchestrated for these 'guardians' to jerk off to. Do you have a suggestion for what to do about it? Because I'm all fucking ears."

Dave sighed, scratching his scalp. "Look, this isn't that complicated. Assuming everyone's telling the truth, Mel swapped Starr and me, so anything that targeted Starr ended up on me and vice versa. Lachlan's protection ended up protecting me, Loki's ended up protecting Starr. The mafia either...

((For the record, like I already said, the 50% thing is literally stated in my role PM; I’m not guessing as to why it doesn’t always work.)) Dave stared between Hecto and Cabot as they made their cases. He glared at the air above them as their voices ‘guardian deities’, spoke, then sharply up...

Dave didn't look like he'd slept a wink, his hair in disarray, eyes bloodshot. He was silent for a while as the others spoke. "What I figured," he finally said, "was Mel'd swap Starr with somebody, and the mafia'd know Starr was safe as long as Mel was there. So they'd probably go for Mel...

Dave stood there over where the ground swallowed Mia (not Mia), taking deep, trembling breaths. "...Wasn't her." He clenched his fists. "Good fucking riddance." ((Well... it's a bit more complicated than that.)) "You shut the fuck up!" Dave snarled, jerking his head upwards. ((Strictly...

((oh my god more ninjas help))

((Uh, well, I absolutely would have switched votes there, as town. I don't know about anyone else, but as far as I'm concerned you vote for who you want to lynch, and if something happens to make me realize actually we should be lynching someone totally different, then yeah, I'm changing my vote...

((okay, anti-ninja feature failed me))

Dave furrowed his brow as the accusations piled up. "Okay. Hold on. Some of this makes sense, but some of it really fucking doesn't." ((Doing this OOC, because a lot of the stuff I'm referencing was said OOC, and Dave's going to be super-aggressive about it otherwise in a way I'm not quite...

((I won't be substantially around until later tonight, and I'm going to have to do some rereading before I can properly be sure what I think about Mia, but I can't not make a brief pure IC post here)) Dave stood up abruptly, stepping in front of Mia. "Hey, fuck off. Mia hasn't k- I-" He...

((Nope, not a swap. Perhaps the mafia has the ability to make a one-shot untrackable kill, or something like that? It'd make sense they might use an ability like that to kill Karo last night, since he was a pretty obvious target for trackers etc.)) "Huh." Dave scratched his scalp. "Maybe the...

"I didn't claim anyone targeted me on the first night. I said I tried to deflect off me onto you. Who knows if anyone did, or if that even went through in the first place. Person you picked up targeting you could've just been targeting you. My thing just takes whatever targets the person I...

((To be clear, it's literally a 50% effective deflection, not just Dave complaining it doesn't work.))

Dave didn't look like he'd had much sleep when he dragged himself out in the morning with a cup of black coffee, bags under his eyes. When immediately after Starr's sudden accusation a wild squabble started up speculating that he'd been fucking the Nosepass, he didn't even have the energy to...