Mini 658 - Facedown and Thirsty Mafia (Game Over)

[Kairyuu]

Edit: Simulposted.

@SC:

I don't see how my post implies that I'm scum given the SK is already dead and the Mafia have yet to suffer the loss of one of their own.

Because you implied it was

you

that would be the one losing, not the town. This implies that you are a separate entity from the town, and do not win or lose with it.

I find semantics arguments relatively useless. Not counting it against you; that's just me.

Fair enough. I still think I'm right, but you are entitled to your opinion.

[StrangerCoug]

Because you implied it was

you

that would be the one losing, not the town. This implies that you are a separate entity from the town, and do not win or lose with it.

So I used the first person singular instead of the first person plural. I was trying to hint at a town alignment with that post, but apparently it was interpreted as a scum slip.

[Kairyuu]

Exactly. You can admit to being scum now if you'd like, because you've pretty much given yourself away in the attempt to hint at being town.

[StrangerCoug]

But I'm not scum. That's what I'm saying.

[RandomGem]

Exactly. You can admit to being scum now if you'd like, because you've pretty much given yourself away in the attempt to hint at being town.

I think that's a bit too hasty...
Oh and about the townie fake claim thing: I just meant that 4 townies seemed like a lot given an SK along with scum, but I don't really know balance, so never mind. And just 'cause one of the claimed townies is likely scum doesn't mean it has to be SC.

But I'm not scum. That's what I'm saying.

What purpose does saying you're not scum even serve?

[iamausername]

Hmm, RG's choices aren't filling me with confidence in him; notice how they're all players who have claimed no night action, which would make them 'safe' claims for scum, since there's no way for him to be proved lying by supposedly blocking someone who hadn't been blocked.

But, on the other hand, there's hardly anyone that wouldn't apply to; Zakeri is the only other living player to have used any night action so far, and even he has only done so on one night out of three.

Summary of claims:

Mokina -

UH-1Y "CHOPPA"

(One-Shot Vig)
StrangerCoug -

Tragic Love Story

(Vanilla Townie)
Korts -

The Elusive Glass of Water

(Bulletproof Townie)
Kairyuu -

The Wii That Everyone Forgot

(Vanilla Townie)
RandomGem -

Duct Tape Locker

(Jailkeeper)
Zakeri -

A Chaff Gun

(Vote Stealer)
iamausername -

Projectile Bed

(Presumed Vanilla Townie)

There was only one kill Night 1, which from the kill flavour, and the fact he admitted to it, we can probably safely assume was the SK's doing. Discounting the possibility of the mafia not submitting a kill, there are a few reasons for their kill to have been prevented.

1) They targeted Iron Man (now Korts), who is NK-Immune.
2) Iron Man submitted the kill, and was blocked by RG.
3) They targeted the same person as DoS, the doc.

This somewhat supports the theory that Korts and RG are not both scum, since that would eliminate both of the first two options.

I know I'm not scum, and I'm confident enough in her townliness to discount Mokina as scum, which leaves five people: Korts, Zakeri, StrangerCoug, Kairyuu, RandomGem.

I think it is very likely that exactly one of Korts and RandomGem is scum. I'm leaning slightly towards Korts at this point, because he and his predecessor have played a very guarded game, which is not what I'd expect from a bulletproof townie.

With all the other assumptions I've been making, that leaves two scum out of StrangerCoug, Kairyuu, Zakeri. But Zakeri is proven to have a vote-stealing power, and I'm not so sure that would be fair to give to scum with three of them, which is making me start doubt that I was right about there being three scum. If there are only two, I think it's almost certainly Korts/Zakeri. The NK-immunity and vote-stealing powers would compensate for their lesser numbers, and this would bring Kairyuu's theory about the N1 kill being missed due to player absences back into play.

Yeah, the more I look at it, the more I'm finding that I can't see a scumteam that doesn't have Korts in it. The most likely one would be RandomGem/StrangerCoug/Kairyuu, and that would require Kairyuu to be heavily bussing SC, and for my gut town read on Kairyuu to be wrong.

Yeah,

Vote: Korts

. I could probably also get behind an SC lynch today, because I think he has to be scum unless there are only two of them, and if that were the case, we could still afford another mislynch. But Korts seems like the safest bet to me.

[StrangerCoug]

Hmm... Cautious play from a bulletproof townie. That's not making sense to me either. I would expect the BP to be more aggressive than this, so:

Unvote: RandomGem
Vote: Korts

[iamausername]

Yeah, OK, if that's not scum angling for a quicklynch, I will buy a hat just so I can eat it.

Unvote, Vote: StrangerCoug

.

[Mokina]

Hmm, RG's choices aren't filling me with confidence in him; notice how they're all players who have claimed no night action, which would make them 'safe' claims for scum, since there's no way for him to be proved lying by supposedly blocking someone who hadn't been blocked.

True, but nobody's really done anything at night except for the mafia. It's not a verifiable claim, but it's the best we can do.

Hmm... Cautious play from a bulletproof townie. That's not making sense to me either. I would expect the BP to be more aggressive than this, so:

Unvote: RandomGem
Vote: Korts

My original impression of StrangerCoug was that he was a bit stuck on the learning curve. He's virtually duplicated my vote and argument throughout the course of the game, which was strange but not terribly distinguished from a newbtell. This most recent one's a little unnerving, though...

Yeah, OK, if that's not scum angling for a quicklynch, I will buy a hat just so I can eat it.

FoS: StrangerCoug

I'd be willing to vote for him at this point due to sheer willingness to follow the town... but even if SC is part of the mafia, I would speculate he is bussing Korts to distance himself. I say we let him.

[Korts]

If you were a full vig, Mokina, I'd say shoot me tonight, but there's loads better you can do with your one shot.

To summarize, the main point against me is that I wasn't as aggressive as would be expected of a bulletproof townie, right? WRONG. That was only a single, in itself weak point besides the four killblocking roles claimed/mod-revealed, the fact that RG claims to have blocked me the night there wasn't a mafia kill, and the very nature of my claim which makes sense from a NK-immune godfather's perspective just as much as from a bulletproof townie's point of view.

SC is skimming and blatantly wagoning on weak reasoning, one that's been admitted to be weak. SCUMMY SCUM McSCUMMERSON

Reading back, I found this.

Here's why. While it makes perfect rational sense for Korts-scum to claim bulletproof at the beginning, it does not make rational sense for RandomGem-scum to claim jailkeeper when he did. I'm treating RandomGem's as the counterclaim. Ergo, Korts is a liar. I'm inclined to vote for the liar.

Who claimed first doesn't prove or disprove someone's claim. Calling me a liar because I claimed first is a fallacy. RGscum has just as much motive to counterclaim me as a defensive/protective role

exactly because

it would be treated as a counterclaim, essentially forcing the town to decide between him and me. Are you meaning to say that scum never counterclaim pro-town power roles?

[yellowbounder]

I ate things covered in chocolate.

(6) You have eaten things covered in chocolate, you are eating things covered in chocolate, and you will eat things covered in chocolate in the future. You have eaten, and will eat, to eat again.

Roll to dodge: 2

Turns out you're allergic to chocolate, and you start swelling up, as the reaction causes the production of helium, which means you swell up. Like a balloon. So, you're all big and stuff. You get the picture.

I fashion a crude basket out of the balloon, and fly into the air.

(6) You effortlessly encourage everyone that this is a good thing to do, and they all willingly assist you in weaving the wicker basket in the shape of a man. You climb inside, and they allow you to take off, by setting the wicker man on fire.

Roll to dodge: 6

You are not being shot by SAM Missiles. I wonder why?

Better-get-the-attack-dogs Vote Count

3 - StrangerCoug (Kairyuu, Korts, iamausername)

2 - Korts (Mokina, StrangerCoug)

1 - None (Zakeri)

RandomGem doesn't have a vote. So there are six votes, so a majority is four.

[Mokina]

Calling me a liar because I claimed first is a fallacy. RGscum has just as much motive to counterclaim me as a defensive/protective role

exactly because

it would be treated as a counterclaim, essentially forcing the town to decide between him and me. Are you meaning to say that scum never counterclaim pro-town power roles?

An enlightening counter-argument, tainted only slightly by WIFOM.

Unvote, Vote: StrangerCoug

=======[]

Nighty-night.

[Korts]

Calling me a liar because I claimed first is a fallacy. RGscum has just as much motive to counterclaim me as a defensive/protective role

exactly because

it would be treated as a counterclaim, essentially forcing the town to decide between him and me. Are you meaning to say that scum never counterclaim pro-town power roles?

An enlightening counter-argument, tainted only slightly by WIFOM.

Well yes, but your point was just as much WIFOM as my reply. I'm saying the timing's validity as a scumtell is diminished exactly by the WIFOM factor.

[Mokina]

Well yes, but your point was just as much WIFOM as my reply. I'm saying the timing's validity as a scumtell is diminished exactly by the WIFOM factor.

Fair enough. You're probably right about StrangerCoug.

[yellowbounder]

The rain falls in the evening, and the smell is cooling and refreshing, but only for your nose, not for your soul.

You stare into the eyes of a portrait on the wall, and cry a single tear that drops down onto the ground. It lands softly on the carpet, and glistens in the moonlight.

It is over. He is dead. Your lover is gone.

StrangerCoug, Tragic Love Story,

Townie

, passed away many years ago, on Day 4.

weeping crying sighing, sadness, alone, truly along, will anyone rescue me, im trapped under this giant missile launcher

[yellowbounder]

Time passes, and silence falls on the once busy McDonalds.

It is now Night 4.

What happens now? Trust me.

[yellowbounder]

96 hours had just passed. The clock chimed twelve, and midnight was upon us.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

This is utterly stupid and pointless waiting around. I make it daytime. NOW.

(5) The sun then decided today was a good day to rise, and the sun and the moon were then both visible in the sky.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Roll to dodge: 1

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Unfortunately, the sun and the moon start moving into the same space, and it starts getting darker, as a total eclipse of the Heart occurs. (Heart is the trademarked name for the sun, by McDonald's, and all rights are reserved.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

You all wake up from your sleep, hearing a vauge noise in the air, that sounds reminiscent of a helicopter. The first to stand up is

iamausername

, who gallops over to the window on his three and a half legs. The forth bedpost is half broken, and his crumpled frame drags on the floor, sheets hanging limply off, like dislocated fingers on a puppy.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

He screams, as thin strips of duct tape burst out of

RandomGem

, and wrap around him. The locker swings open, revealing a dark black maw, filled to the brim with duct tape, glistening in the sun/moonlight, each covered in a new and exotic type of ink.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

There is a melodic whistle, and

Korts

simply floats into the air, making a beautiful noise, like singing wine glasses. He tilts slightly, and pure clean water drips onto the floor, causing the duct tape to stop dragging a

Used Projectile Bed

, and start lapping the water off the floor. The bed starts hobbling away, towards the revolving door, which only now had been unlocked.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Then a Cleansing Fire of Hell springs from the ground, and out of it, steps

Kairyuu

, an evil smile upon his yellow-and-red-face. He bends his fingers, and the very restaurant bends with them, hurling the Elusive Glass of Water against the wall, where is smashes into thousands of pieces, droplets of water evaporating in the sunlight.

Korts,

Elusive Glass of Water

, Bulletproof Townie, was partially evaporated in 18 End Game Street.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

Then the locker, no longer distracted by the water, grabbed the bed, and hurled it, screaming, into the dark depths. (Did I mention it's shadowy and stuff?)

iamausername,

Used Projectile Bed

, Yes-he-was-a-Townie, stained by ink, and thus unusable, at the End of the Game.

chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop

There was the sound of rice chaff sprayed against the ceiling, as

Zakeri

propelled itself via a stream of pellets through the hole into the ceiling, and out into the blue sky.

Then it blinked, and saw the monstrosity of the undead zombie ghost vampire helicopter heading towards it. It fired a single shot.

Monika

, UH-1Y Choppa, is unable to vote today.

[Bobbins]

That's it? The game just ends there?

This mod sucks.

[yellowbounder]

That's it? The game just ends there?

This mod sucks.

(4) The game ends there.

[yellowbounder]

BOOM!

chopchop click

i told you so that this is a very small place oh dear that rice boy is dead i liked that gun i guess the game is over then is not it i mean the mafia won obviously since they had such cool powers i do not think it was balanced it is small and dark here

Zakeri,

Chaff Gun

, Vote Blocker, fate unknown. In a bad way.

[StrangerCoug]

Remind me to hurt Kairyuu the first chance I get, because this is my second MafiaScum loss in a row where I was the LYLO mislynch.

[yellowbounder]

The game is over now. Here is now a review of sorts.

Ouch town, seriously, OUCH.

However, I'd like to make my mod announcements now:

Thanks for sticking with the game, despite my poor abilities at remembering that I was supposed to be doing this, I was really motivated by this surge of activity (obviously in Lynch or Lose), it means a lot.

I don't have too much to say, apart from the Unicorn/Unicorn Tamer claim didn't seem very logical, neither did the self vote. Also, I'm not sure whether there ever was a Wii in RtD.

The game was made by making a list of my favourite RtD roles, and then assigning them some random roles. Yes, it was made easy by such lucky scum choices, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing the Role PMs for this game.

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

And ignore Bobbins. He's just jealous of my hair.

[yellowbounder]

3 Townies
1 Vote Blocker
1 Elite Bodyguard
1 Godfather Cop
1 Doctor

1 SK
3 Mafia

You are a product forged in war, designed to kick as much ass as possible. Your creator envisioned you as the perfect weapon, the ultimate gun. You would have brought destruction on a local scale.

Unfortunately, instead, you are a

Brick of "asses"

. You have "asses" written as graffiti on your side. You are not a weapon of awesomeness, in fact you're not even a weapon.

You spent your time, after your creation, trying to enlist in the military, but it turns out that they're racist against brick-red people. So you trudged over to the Medical School of Healing, next door. Now you can extract bullets, remove trampling wounds, and even revive people from certain atomic disintegration. Provided that you're on the scene.

This actually means that if someone is killed, even in the next room, you won't be able to save them in time. This is mostly due to practicalities, since you're a brick, and don't have legs. People call you a Doctor, but you think yourself as a failed tool of destruction.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

It's an Urban Legend that chaff is worthless. In fact, the CIA have spent a very large sum of money on developing a

Chaff Gun

, a gun that shoots chaff.

Unfortunately, you don't work very well. In 93% of test regimes, the only affect you had on the target was that they were unable to vote, due to the difficulty of using a pen when being sprayed with high velocity husks. (The other 7% used a pencil.)

As such, apart from your constant use to rig elections all over the world, you are worthless to the CIA. You now spend your time (when you're not rigging elections, all over the world), sitting along in this chair, staring at the sunset (but at only certain times of the day, ie. sunset).

But now, you can use your abilities for good! (Since rigging elections is EVIL, you feel guilty.)

Each night, you may PM the mod a name. That person will constantly be sprayed with chaff during the night, causing him to lose all his pens. That person will not be able to vote during the next day, until the evening comes, where he can buy another pen.

Remember, you're not Worthless(tm).

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

As you run down the gutter, you are pursued by vicious man eating pandas, armed with handheld rocket launchers, on motorbikes. You pause for a moment, then do a triple back-flip, and land on one of their motor bikes. You punch the panda off, then do a 1080 degree flip, as the panda shoots you in slow motion.

Then you speed off, ricochet off a building, and cause the collapse of the city, all to crush the pandas. However, the Mayor-Bot is angry at the destruction, and grabs you with his huge Hand of Bureaucracy! Luckily, you spend about $3,000,000 on CGI for a

Cool Action Sequence

, and you escape.

You are in this general area, when you here about bad people, doing bad things. Obviously, this calls for a Cool Action Sequence to save them!

Every night, you can protect someone. If that person is attacked, you can pour the rest of your CGI budget into making sure they escape in a completely Cool fashion, while killing the pursuer. Unfortunately, this game only has budget for one Cool Action Sequence, and you will "die" if your protection is used. In essence, you are an Elite Bodyguard, but you will look so much cooler.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

You are the

Duct Tape Locker

. Born in darkness, raised in shadow, and living in... a locker, you are the very incarnation of darkness, shadows, and lockers. As such, you live only to trap lesser beings within your shadowy folds of duct tape. These people quickly die, for your very duct tape is poisonous to flesh, or at least, so sticky that people quickly cannot move.

However, the darkness is awoken frequently these days, by a bunch of noisy random people, who make random things fall from the sky, and turn into robots with great impunity. This angers the darkness, and thus you, as an incarnation of the darkness.


You must cleanse this holy place. Or at least, kill all the people in this McDonald's restaurant. Provided you can get some rest, that'll be great, so you've teamed up with other incarnations of evil and destruction (and fast food).

In this evil team (read: Team Evil(tm)), there is yourself, and then an evil avatar of the very restaurant you rest in. He's evil.
Then there is a ghost (or just very dead) helicopter, which for some reason has an overwhelming desire to kill people. You're kind of sketchy on the details, but what is important, is that together, you can kill them all. (Did I mention you're all dark and stuff?)

You can implant shadow thoughts in the others minds, and they can sort of whimper back, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

You are pure.

You are clean.

You are elusive.

You are in a glass.

You are an

Elusive Glass of Water

.

Everyone is thirsty, but you cannot move.

You cannot be killed at night.

They find the prospect of quenching their burning thirst more important.

You are bullet-proof.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

You are a helicopter. A

UH-1Y "CHOPPA"

more precisely.

Everyone thinks that you're an undead zombie ghost vampire, but actually the truth is much simpler. You're just rather annoyed.

You were built out of random parts rather short notice, and then when your pilot collapsed into unconsciousness, you crashed in the military's back yard. They then shot you several times. Now you're a bit of wreck.

Logically, you are rather angry at the people responsible, so you've decided to kill everyone in the McDonald's restuarant. I never said you were a clever helicopter, just angry.

You're part of a team, of other people who want these guys dead. There's a restaurant guy, and a sort of metal door that eats people. You don't really care, provided everyone is dead at the end of it.

You can use primitve radio communication, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

You are

McDonald's

. Or more specifically, the physical incarnation of the very McDonald's restaurant, which seems to have seen so much trouble of late.

You have grown extremely tired of the people who just sit around, dancing, stripping, fighting, being killed by unicorns, and generally not buying McDonald's products. As such, you have formed a small organised group of killers, led by yours truly.

As well as yourself, there are two others, on your "team". There is a locker within the very bowels of the restaurant, that swallows people, and never lets them see the light of day again. There is also an undead (or at least dead) helicopter, taking revenge on these people for leaving it, broken and burnt, in the remains of a military base, next to the military, who shot it, many many many times.

Each of you has a telepathic connection to the others, allowing you to communicate via PM, but only at night. You also, since you are trying to kill people, can all kill people, each in a unique, and gruesome fashion, but only once per night. (Please specify who is killing, and how the killing is being done.)

In essence, you are a mafia group. The others better run, except one. Someone is looking for you. Beware.

USERNAME, McDonald's, Avatar of Corporate Empire
USERNAME, Duct Tape Locker, Incarnation of Darkness, Evil, and Duct Tape
USERNAME, UH-1Y Choppa, Undead/Ghost/Zombie/Dead Helicopter

You win when everyone else is dead, indisposed, or otherwise out of the picture.

As Shakespeare said, "Knowledge is power".

That is why you are a knowledge gathering machine. Or more accurately a knowledge-gathering moose!

No, you see, your very preconceptions of a moose are flawed. Let us go on a journey back into time.

You see, here is the war of Thirst. People ravage and kill over people, because they are thirsty. That is why it is called the war of Thirst.

*bang*

Oh crap, that wasn't the time machine, was it?

*boom*

Ah. Well... I guess you can see the war close up,

Chocolate Monika Moose

!

You are delicious and chocolately, and utterly kick-ass. Well, you would kick ass, if you had any feet. But unfortunately, you're all alone. You need mass production, in order to reproduce. You need some sort of fast food chain, in order to get a big enough collection of mooses (or is it moosi?). Each night, you may check whether someone is a fast food chain or not. If you find a fast food chain, you will enter mass production. And then you will gain a VERY important piece of knowledge.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

MOD NOTE: This is basically a McDonald's cop. Upon finding McDonald's, the Monika Moose is told that that person is McDonald's, and is scum.

Beds are not projectiles. They are not supposed to be flung at high velocity at walls containing metal pipes, electric cabling, bricks, and plaster. They are not designed to survive plumetting two stories, and they are not resistant to sniper fire.

That is why you cannot do very much, as a used

Projectile Bed

.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

People call you a "tool" of the military. They claim that the military control you, and your actions. They're right.

You're a

SAM Launcher

. You shoot huge missiles, at aircraft. They then tend to blow up, and scatter the people on board, everywhere.

As such, you would generally think that you'd be useful in an escapade like this, but practically there are three concerns.

First of all, you don't have a power source for your missiles. There has been a massive power-cut, and there was a freak unicorn stampede near the backup power plant yesterday, meaning that unfortunately you are currently powered by two AA batteries.

The second concern, is that due to personal safety (and the safety of others), you cannot aim at the ground. An automated safety system informs you of this, before locking you down if you attempt such a thing.

Finally, you wasted all your missiles shooting a helicopter yesterday.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

A long stare into each other's eyes. A heartfelt sigh. The slow pitter patter of rose petals against the windows. A sudden death. The tears, the sadness. Pity. Mourning. Morning. Holy. You are a

Tragic Love Story

, aren't you?

A room, a place. A house, the people. They fight, they shout. So lonely. A person clings to another. Another pushes him away.

It is tragic. They will never be together. And you will never be able to mourn unless the evil is smote. You have nothing, you have no one. You are a mere townsperson.

It is dark here. Hold me while I cry softly.

You win when your deaths are no longer impending.

Equus unicornus

Similar to the landbased horse, the recent apperance of

Unicorn Stampedes

has taken the world's scientists by storm. Unicorns contain up to 54% of Horse DNA, but 23% Sparkle RNA. This means that they're beautiful and pretty, but actually more alien than the housefly. They appear to be intelligent, and use this intelligence to stampede over populated areas, appearing out of thin air, running over people until they are dead, and then vanishing, pausing only to take photographs of the local landmarks, and brush their hair.

How they do these things with no hands, nobody knows.

There are people in the way of this restaurant. Purge them. Every last one. Each night, you may speak a name. That name will die.

We kill, almost in a Serial Killer fashion. But they do not understand why we fight.

And why they must die.

[Zakeri]

Well, At Least I was right about RandomGem... until He roleclaimed.

So out of the remaining seven roles, I only got one alignment correct by the end of the game. that's embarrassing.

Congratz to Kairyuu and especially Mokina for both tricking me completely. RandomGem only gets a golf clap. though.

[Kairyuu]

That was fun!

Sorry about pushing you to get lynched Strangercoug. I knew that if there was one person I could get to react abnormally to pressure, it was you, so I banked on the fact that everyone but Korts thought I was pro-town and wouldn't find my vote overly scummy, and went after you right away.

@yellowbounder: Actually, early in RtD2 a player named andersonw found and bought a wii. He then disappeared and the wii was forgotten.

Good effort though town. I was sure that you had RandomGem for today's lynch because quite a few people expressed suspicion of him starting late D1. The fact that we were able to get SC lynched was actually somewhat unexpected, since until the last day only me and Mokina had expressed any suspicion at all of him.

(Note: I was being entirely serious in my defense of my vote to RG. I really do feel that way and would do it as town just as quickly as I did as scum.)