Guzma bounded out of the inn. He was pretty mad when that fucking bird threw him yesterday, but now he was fucking
livid.
“Which one of you absolute fuckholes shot me last night?”
He shook with the force of his anger as he gestured wildly to himself.
“Surprise freaks, I’m a fucking Alien. Double surprise freaks, that girl we killed last night was my damn partner.”
Although he’d been doing his best to hide the fact that he was an Alien, based off warning—besides dropping some hints here and there to ward off some suspicion being cast at him—he found there was no point now.
He could continue to play stupid with hopes that he lived through the night, but chances are the scum would take him out now, knowing his protection was gone. He could continue to play stupid and perhaps bait an execution on himself and end the game, but he didn’t feel good taking everyone down with him. That fucking Yveltal? Maybe. Fry and everyone else? No.
“And before you hop on my dick and accuse me of lyin’ ‘cause I voted ‘em, lemme explain myself,” he seethed. He then dropped his head into his hands.
“I’m an idiot,” he said. “A trog, a fucking uno-braincell fuckhead.” He sighed deeply and looked up again, eyeing the group. “I was under the ‘ssumption my buddy didn’t know I had a Bulletproof protection because
we never spoke,” he explained. “I never told her my role, and she never told me she was informed she had a Bulletproof protection. All I told her was my role was
wack. That was my exact quote.”
He inhaled, taking a moment to consider his next words. “So when I saw that she claimed her partner was Bulletproof, I thought she was lyin’ through her teeth. Honestly I
missed it when it was claimed that at first because I’m a fucking meathead. Didn’t know ‘bout it ‘till the day was about to end. Then by the time she said she’d known she had a Bulletproof protection, I’d already casted vote, and the day had ended. Not that that made any diff…but I didn’t have time to rethink.”
He pointed to that Amy girl. “
I can at least say that what that lil’ girl said so far ‘bout the Alien role is true. If she would show more of her role description, I can try to verify if she altered shit on it to make herself seem more like Town. I can’t say if she’s truly Town-aligned like I am, but I can damn well try.”
He wondered if he should mention the next part. He decided then that he had nothing to lose. “I started tryna galaxy brain some shit…about maybe Steven ‘nd her being one Town, one Scum, and doing a switcheroo with their roles in some sorta weird attempt to go for a Buddy-win—Amy being confirmed by Telemarketer and Steven being the Alien—but I couldn’t figure out exactly what the damn point of that would be. Maybe because so many people were inclined to trust Steven before her?” He shook his head, realizing he was babbling. “Ignore all that. I’m just runnin’ my mouth at this point.” He eyed Fry. “Guess you also got confirmed by that Telemarketer. AND shot? I’ll kill the fools.”
Racking his brain for what to say next, he dragged his foot against the ground. Then he remembered. “Before my buddy took the axe, she gave me an written explanation as to why she was tryna vote me, and it was fuckin’ weird. I can’t find the note right now, though, I fuckin’ threw it somewhere…”
[[TL;DR Hardclaiming Alien, I voted DW because of a miscommunication and missing a post in the thread and some weird shit in buddy chat, and I’m offering to at least try to attempt to clear Equi of their role if they want to cooperate. I am also waiting to hear back from
@Bluwiikoon about something—I’m trying to quote the last thing DW said in my now-closed buddy chat but TR isn’t letting me so I asked if I could just screenshot it. If that’s against the rules I might just have to copy and paste and hope y’all take my word for it. Idk if it’s even anything important since DW flipped town but it was fucking cryptic WEIRD.]]
