You gotta admit, he's been successfully trolling the town for three days in a row.
Forum Mafia - The Dark Tower Game Thread
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You gotta admit, he's been successfully trolling the town for three days in a row.
IWantToUseNumbersInMyName
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Unvite: Gwaihir[
Vote: Caluin Graye/B]
Whatever gets someone lynched today.
Vote: Caluin Graye/B]
Whatever gets someone lynched today.
IWantToUseNumbersInMyName
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Unvote: Gwaihir
Vote: Caluin Graye
Vote: Caluin Graye
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Caluin Graye
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I feel like I owe you an apology, so I'm going to break character for this post.
I hurt your feelings, and for that I am sorry. It was not intentional. I have indeed been, as Noammr succiently put it, "trolling the town for for three days in a row." Some of the things I say for misdirection and confusion. Some I say to add just a grain of truth to the mix. Some I say just to gauge other people's reactions.
The "Mafia can end it" post has a mix of all three of those reasons.
But in the mean time, there needs to be some compromise. The game is nearing a month old, and that's a long time to be in the same game, and is scheduled to go for at least another fifteen days. The biggest game I can recall in recent history was the Cheers game with 27 players, and that didn't last a month.
And these coming fifteen days, there's really no discussion to be had. Everything at this point will be decided via night actions. Town has a set lynch order in mind, and assuming Gwaihir was telling the truth and assuming he goes before all remaining mafia and assuming I'll die with the next lynch (which won't happen today, only six votes on me that I counted (I didn't count MouseT's since it came after deadline)), that's another two weeks of nobody really having anything to say in the thread.
I'm not just thinking of those alive, either. There's a dozen people in the dead thread, a couple who've been dead for a very long time, who aren't getting to participate. Games that go a long time are great in theory, but if you've been eliminated, it then becomes that much longer of a wait until you get to play again.
It's... it's kind of like how Breaking Bad Season 5 was just released on Netflix. Yesterday I marathoned it, all eight episodes, in just as many hours. It was great, but now I'm not really interested in watching the next episodes any more. I burnt myself out on it. While I enjoyed the experience of the show, I'm ready to move on. It's a form of war weariness.
I'm all for pressing on, Drixx. But the mafia have been told that for the past four day/night cycles. I imagine the masons probably got something similar. We're just... tired. It's been a fun ride, but at some point the train needs to end so we can look back and reflect upon the fun times.
Once again, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I just thought I should explain where I was coming from.
No explanation necessary. The game was never intended to last so long. The humiliation is my fault. When folks just want it to end, the flaw is with the maker, not the players. We're at about closing time and I'm doing an end of day vote count.
BTW, I'm all for shortening days to avoid drawing this out unnecessarily longer.
BTW, I'm all for shortening days to avoid drawing this out unnecessarily longer.
Caluin Graye
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Gwaihir was locked at post #1487 and I miscounted at that time which means I should have ended the day yesterday and today should be tomorrow. Next post reserved for super cool Gwaihir lynch post and end of day instructions.
It's clear that everyone involved would like to speed things up, so unless there are serious objections, day phases are dropping to 24 hours.
It's clear that everyone involved would like to speed things up, so unless there are serious objections, day phases are dropping to 24 hours.
Roland watched with grim satisfaction as the remaining folks living at the devar-toi hauled the man in black up onto the execution platform. Once, in his youth, the gunslinger had thought to confront the man, known then as Martin Broadcloak, and had instead ended up killing his own mother. Another time, several hundred years after the fall of Gilead and many thousands of wheels later, he awoke from a hundred year nap to what he thought was the man's skeleton.
No, if there was ever a man to enlist the aid of the folk of mid-world to be rid of, it was that old sorcerer of many names and many faces. The Good Man, John Farson, Randall Flag, The Walkin' Dude, Walter o'dim, the man in black, Walter Padick ... evil in all its many faces, finally cornered and brought forth to face justice.
Roland grimaced as he and what remained of his ka-tet looked on. The man was smiling and carrying on with those ushering him to his execution, as if he could charm his way somehow out of his just fate. How many worlds had this smiling demon wrought destruction upon? How many lives shattered?
As the leader of the devar-toi rebels, formerly breakers ... a man by the name of Ted Brautigan ... read off the charges against the man in black, he suddenly glanced at Roland and flashed a smile and with a wink suddenly the man in black was gone and a Crow was winging swiftly away above the crowd. Roland spun and drew the ancient revolver with its sandalwood grip, but it was too late.
The man in black had, once again, slipped away.
Elsewhere, Cantab the Manni tribesman and healer was found, apparently having sent his spirit Todash and become caught in the nothing between worlds.
Zauper has bee mod-killed for inactivity. He was Cantab, The White. Healer
Gwaihir has been lynched but is not dead. Story will illustrate why
No, if there was ever a man to enlist the aid of the folk of mid-world to be rid of, it was that old sorcerer of many names and many faces. The Good Man, John Farson, Randall Flag, The Walkin' Dude, Walter o'dim, the man in black, Walter Padick ... evil in all its many faces, finally cornered and brought forth to face justice.
Roland grimaced as he and what remained of his ka-tet looked on. The man was smiling and carrying on with those ushering him to his execution, as if he could charm his way somehow out of his just fate. How many worlds had this smiling demon wrought destruction upon? How many lives shattered?
As the leader of the devar-toi rebels, formerly breakers ... a man by the name of Ted Brautigan ... read off the charges against the man in black, he suddenly glanced at Roland and flashed a smile and with a wink suddenly the man in black was gone and a Crow was winging swiftly away above the crowd. Roland spun and drew the ancient revolver with its sandalwood grip, but it was too late.
The man in black had, once again, slipped away.
Elsewhere, Cantab the Manni tribesman and healer was found, apparently having sent his spirit Todash and become caught in the nothing between worlds.
Zauper has bee mod-killed for inactivity. He was Cantab, The White. Healer
Gwaihir has been lynched but is not dead. Story will illustrate why
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Marian Carver, head of the Tet corporation and protector of the Rose, ran faster than she ever had in her life. If only she could get to the lobby, she might make her stand by the Rose. In truth, she knew that death drew in around her and if she were going to die, she wanted to hear the sweet intimate music of the Rose one last time as she met that cold embrace. Many thoughts raced through her head as she raced down the grand staircase in the lobby and towards the protective display where the sole purpose of her corporation's existence was protected.
In the end, she wished she had spent more time near the Rose. She had grown up on stories of how Uncle Aaron had convinced old Calvin Tower to sell the lot where the Rose grew so that it might be protected. Never a more stubborn man than old Calvin. She had always been pragmatic though, and even when papa Moses had handed over the corporation to her, she still hadn't taken the time to appreciate just what it was they were doing. After all, there was Sombra and North Central Positronics to block at every turn, and really who could afford so much time to just look at one pretty flower?
As she skidded to a stop near the roped off display, Marian knew she had chosen a good place for the end. The Rose gave the familiar angelic music that she heard each day as she walked by on the way in and out, but now, in her last moments, it gave something more. Something much grander. Marian Carver wept as the Rose showed her the true magnificence of all of creation and how every living thing touched every other living thing. In an instant that seemed like an eternity, the Rose pierced through her very inner self and Marian found she was no longer afraid. The Rose would endure so long as the Tower endured, and the Tower would endure so long as the last beam endured. It would not all end here in this darkened skyscraper lobby with her.
The Rose had given her something else as well. As the low men and Taheen crept in, appearing through Todash, Marian Carver stood ready. She remembered well the face of her father, and many of those low creatures went screaming into the empty place between existence before they finally overwhelmed her.
The end, when it came, was painless as the Rose grew in her sight and its intensity overpowered what they did to her. Marian Carver's last thoughts were of the Rose and how she ought to have spent more time with it. It was a singular wonder of creation and it spared her from the worst of an awful death.
And with her last exhalation, as life fled and that which was Marian Carver moved on to meet whatever came next, a beam which had been crumbling for years uncountable gave way with a sigh.
Moar has died. She was Marian Carver. The white
Another beam-quake has taken place. Players are restricted the same as yesterday with an additional restriction of no more than 2 consecutive posts.
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In the end, she wished she had spent more time near the Rose. She had grown up on stories of how Uncle Aaron had convinced old Calvin Tower to sell the lot where the Rose grew so that it might be protected. Never a more stubborn man than old Calvin. She had always been pragmatic though, and even when papa Moses had handed over the corporation to her, she still hadn't taken the time to appreciate just what it was they were doing. After all, there was Sombra and North Central Positronics to block at every turn, and really who could afford so much time to just look at one pretty flower?
As she skidded to a stop near the roped off display, Marian knew she had chosen a good place for the end. The Rose gave the familiar angelic music that she heard each day as she walked by on the way in and out, but now, in her last moments, it gave something more. Something much grander. Marian Carver wept as the Rose showed her the true magnificence of all of creation and how every living thing touched every other living thing. In an instant that seemed like an eternity, the Rose pierced through her very inner self and Marian found she was no longer afraid. The Rose would endure so long as the Tower endured, and the Tower would endure so long as the last beam endured. It would not all end here in this darkened skyscraper lobby with her.
The Rose had given her something else as well. As the low men and Taheen crept in, appearing through Todash, Marian Carver stood ready. She remembered well the face of her father, and many of those low creatures went screaming into the empty place between existence before they finally overwhelmed her.
The end, when it came, was painless as the Rose grew in her sight and its intensity overpowered what they did to her. Marian Carver's last thoughts were of the Rose and how she ought to have spent more time with it. It was a singular wonder of creation and it spared her from the worst of an awful death.
And with her last exhalation, as life fled and that which was Marian Carver moved on to meet whatever came next, a beam which had been crumbling for years uncountable gave way with a sigh.
Moar has died. She was Marian Carver. The white
Another beam-quake has taken place. Players are restricted the same as yesterday with an additional restriction of no more than 2 consecutive posts.
[highlight]There are 10 people left alive. It takes 5 votes to lynch, 6 to lock[/highlight]
Days are shortened to 24 hours. Please act accordingly.
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Caluin Graye
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Hah! Didn't expect that.
Curious: the voting restriction also in place from last day phase? The +1 to lynch, I mean.
Curious: the voting restriction also in place from last day phase? The +1 to lynch, I mean.
