Three. Three three three three three. Like all of Alexander's heads had been cut off at once. Sure, one was Mafia, but
three. In a single night. How?
How? Was the Arsonist not dead?!
"If some Vigilante had performed an act, speak now," Alexander spat, making absolutely certain that his voice still sounded calm. "We
need to know if the Arsonist is alive or not."
All he had to do was stay calm. Calm, and he could think this through gently, rationally, and--
If two healers target the same person, they die. So, uh...big whoops...
Alexander swooped over to Wes and pinned him to the ground. "What are you talking about?" the Hydreigon snarled. "That wasn't part of the rules. That isn't part of the rules in the last game this ran. There was an overlap.
There was an overlap and their target did not die. What changed? Did it change? Did you know? Why was this never communicated?! If that's a clause... Ngh...!" He shoved Wes away. "Of course you wouldn't bring that up. That would have outed you as a healer. You would have to somehow silently coordinate with the other healer. That was the trap. And now we lost both, because now we know for certain that there are multiple healers and we
still lost our alignment-seeker."
Breathe. Calm. Think.
Breathe. Calm. Think.
One Mafia was down. At least four remained. Probably. What did that leave them, ratio wise? 4 against 9. Still healthy. If there had been six Mafia, 5 against 8. Slightly worse. Especially if they chose incorrectly today.
This admittedly ticked me off more than it probably should have. Your experiences are not universal. People are different and I’m not you. I don’t type well on mobile because I get physically uncomfortable real quick.
Alexander held up his smaller heads. "Do these look like I can easily use a phone with them? Honestly."