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[[I really do want you to admit that a town power role pretending to be vanilla to stay safe might get caught in a lie by not having an Informed tidbit, whereas this will never ever happen to a mafia player.]]

[[I can't help but be reminded of 2nd Anni Mafia, where town sabotaged itself by giving away info about power roles too early and mislynched people for being confused or aggro. Don't like that it's happening again here even after myself and several other players have pointed out that it's...

[[Thanks, Lyn, I'd forgotten about the limit of one win-con per faction, three faction limit rule in play this game. In that case, it seems we very likely have a single town/town lover pair, with a much lower likelihood of two pairs.]]

[[I don't think speculating about unusual possibilities we have no actual evidence for is helpful to town. It's sort of like playing chess on a randomiser and hoping it hits on the opponent's weaknesses. It is very likely we have a pair of lovers, and they are more likely to be town/town than...

[Town-scum pairs aren't uncommon. Classically, these 'romeo and juliet' players can either win with their faction or by eliminating everyone else (which would require them to play both sides).]

[[No, we do not know. But it seems unlikely to me. In addition, lovers can be scum. Nobody seems to have mentioned that yet.]]

Brisa clutched the ground from her prone position, and fixed her eyes on Starr, standing bold and alone against the Dragon of Truth. It didn't look good, but there was a victory still in sight. Starr just had to be brave enough to try it. Kick his ass, darlin'...

[[I'll respond to other stuff in the morning but seriously bud don't take the L when you don't have to. Just sitting around as a spare body as town gives the town an extra day to win! Remember how this game works: when there are as many scum as town, scum win. You'd actively be reducing the odds...

"Gah, motherfucker–!" Brisa seethed at the unexpected turn of events in which Astrid went down while she clung on by the skin of her teeth. Not quite what they'd had in mind but . . . as long as they went down before Starr, and not at the same time, it'd work out. Yeah. "Get 'im good, Astrid!"...

[[Will post readlist tomorrow hopefully. Anyway, just use process of elimination to work out who's least likely to be town, kind of thing.]]

[[Saying you don't trust someone doesn't mean you're voting for them. My take was closer to 'I think this player's actions are a liability to town' than 'I think this player is antitown'.]] [[A claim being 'convenient' doesn't make it more likely to be untrue. Also, it makes perfect sense to...

"I think this idea that people who don't cough up all their secrets immediately are suspicious is very stupid. How do you catch people in a lie if you come forward with all the truthful information immediately? You people insisting on that are either way too excited about catching people out for...

[[Still thinking about who to vote for.]]

Salem was already out of her depth. There were no dead bodies to see, but apparent death was here all the same. Mortal danger was new to her (hunting little stupid prey animals didn't prepare you for a thinking, speaking person being there one day and gone the next) and she could be next. She...

Brisa had known since the start that she'd struggle to stay standing in this fight. She'd accounted for that, not by drilling defensive measures, but by being damn sure to guarantee the hardest-hitting onslaught possible before she went down. She accepted the plume of fire wordlessly, her will...

Starr hadn't talked about it much, but Brisa could tell this match mattered to her somehow, the way squaring up against Zekrom had mattered to her. Plus, the way Owen told it, this would be a substantially harder fight for them. In a way, that made it even more invigorating than the challenge...

Salem's tail thrashed and her eyes widened at the unexpected hug, but... Well, she could tolerate a hug right now. It was okay. The vulpix and her had decent odds of being on the same team. And she was probably right about the ritual just being a game and nothing really bad happening to anyone...

Brisa struggled to make her way to Astrid's side, everything hurting as much as when she'd taken on gods in this arena. Wasn't that what Potluck was? A divine being of some kind? In that body, are you? She shook her head clear and winced at the ringing pain in her skull. Everything hurt! But...

Salem petted Ebony's head the way she thought she remembered Laura petting her own. That's what she'd want her to do if she were Ebony. "I'm going to try my best," she said, quietly. "I don't know what I have to do to win. You don't either. None of us do." She was petting the head of a pokémon...

Why had Salem been selected for this? She wouldn't have volunteered for this. Dusk would be better at this. Dusk would know how to make allies and outsmart enemies. She dug her claws into her palms and waited for the 'ritual' to begin, hoping that she'd have power and wit enough to make it to...