All I can say is that from the last game I played with her (when she didn't die immediately) is that she seemed more "into" the game, strategizing and all, more from the start than now. I know she's an experienced player.
well, you must understand that i was a different person in those days. back then, i was consumed by the systematic analysis of posts. was this sentence wolfy wifom spew scumtell? or was it omgus towny derpclear? this gradual, methodical accretion of ten thousand micoreads to construct an understanding of the threadstate from the bottom up felt like the rational way to approach solving the game. after all, mafia is a game of information. it follows that the only way to win is to steep yourself in that information, understand it totally… or obscure and distort it. i dedicated myself to this pursuit furiously. yet time and time again, i found myself deceived by a wily mafioso, or outwitted by a sharp-eyed villager. how could this happen? i followed all the rules. i adhered strictly, unyieldingly, to the chains of logic that bind the game and all the actions and interactions that occur within it. but this was not enough. maddened, i fled to the mountains of appalachia, situating myself in a fog-cloaked vale far from the lights of east coast civilization. i told the locals to bring to me each day a thimble of whiskey and a half cup of oats. mystified, they granted this paltry request. and so for two years i sustained myself in this manner, never more than a thread’s breath from total physical deprivation, and i sought the answers. they did not come easily at first. too ingrained were the teachings of the mafia intelligentsia, the notions of “good play” and “impeccable logic” written by the revered hands so long ago. the deprogramming process was extraordinarily difficult and painful. but after a year, i found myself a blank slate, ready to learn again. dispossessed of those primitive concepts of “evidence,” i turned my eyes inward, and i found. mafia is not really a game of information or logic, you see. it is a game of emotion, snap reactions, of persuasion and delusion and self-persuasion and self-delusion. these are not functions of the mind. they are functions of the soul. long did i reflect on these facts on under foggy mount. finally, after two years of grueling mafia meditation, i stepped away from my mossy perch with a new understanding, borne of deep analysis into the machinations of the spirit. no more pseudo-mathematical logical constructions for me. no more lowly reliance on analysis (in hindsight, a laughable concept in a game where no information can be accepted as unquestionably true). instead i have developed my intuition to a degree that borders on the psychic or preternatural, and by god, the results cannot be disputed. you may laugh at my approach. you may place your vote on me. you may do whatever you wish. but in the end, you will see your folly. you will realize that the read i expressed, which seemed poorly considered or hasty to you, was in fact more solidly constructed than any read you have seen before, supported by pillars rooted deeply in dimensions that were previously unknown entirely to you. you will see the unknowable wisdom of my posting, the suggestions of understanding on the edges of my words that hint at a greater understanding than you are currently capable of contextualizing. and you, too, shall for the first time see a glimmer of truth in a game that seemed truthless.
