Postfia: N7: Angry Cat Sounds

[Mirdini]

~ATH when you manage to catch up I think you'll realize that not hammering early isn't really a problem today

Vote: DecidedlyDevious

ugh DD why couldn't you have gotten rid of Grutor for us

wherefore the noble SK, wherefore

[Zatch]

Wow, okay, uh, hm. What? How did you get DD to say he was a Serial Killer? Do you have like truth serum or something? Nobody except Chirality would ever proclaim their SK-ness and hope to live.

Don't like how when Grutor votes himself whenever he gets a wagon on him. I'd ask him to be more defensive as opposed to "Okay, here's my neck."

Will ultimately end up voting for DD unless we leave him alive to kill Grutor and then kill him tomorrow. That would be funny and appease many.

Also probably thinking that Mirdini was bussed last night to escape "Vetdeath" as MV put it. Or not, I just really want to believe that roleblocker/doctor claim since it requires a confirmation. That would be the worst claim for scum because they rely on someone else confirming.

[Mister Visceral]

I uh. Wasn't roleblocked though unless I just wasn't notified? MV do you actually block your target or do you just keep them from sending/receiving messages or what

Well yeah, it says I keep them from sending or receiving messages. I thought that was just some sort of flavory way of saying roleblock. :U

[Mister Visceral]

Oh right and Vote: DD.

Should've claimed town vig. ;o

[dynamicEquilibrium]

Is this... for real....?
Well, no way would Sotek risk saying so if it wasn't, soo....
Vote: DD

[Foerumokaz]

Wow. I went to bed, only to now learn that DD is now the SK?

Welp, Vote: DD

When I put you two in that masonchat, I really wasn't expecting anything like that to come of it.

[Mister Visceral]

Wow. I went to bed, only to now learn that DD is now the SK?

Welp, Vote: DD

When I put you two in that masonchat, I really wasn't expecting anything like that to come of it.

[dynamicEquilibrium]

Foerum
your pants
and things that should stay in them

Not to mention that that sounds VERY much like you making an easy fakeclaim
Actually, if you were a useful role like that, there would be no reason for you to claim
So, nice scumslip, we will lynch you later

[Mister Visceral]

Foerum
your pants
and things that should stay in them

Not to mention that that sounds VERY much like you making an easy fakeclaim
Actually, if you were a useful role like that, there would be no reason for you to claim
So, nice scumslip, we will lynch you later

In my eyes, Foe just made a newbtown mistake as PR, and you just pushed for an easy lynch.
We will lynch you later.

[Foerumokaz]

I had every reason to claim. Almost every read-wall was labeling me as scum. I want to stay in the game, so if claiming my position as town does that, then I'm gonna do that. If you want to lynch me later, do so. Just realize that you're going to lynching town.

[dynamicEquilibrium]

That's not a noobtown mistake
He was obviously just going "Hey guys look at me I just claimed for no reason"
Town would not do that
Noobtown might immediately claim if someone asks about what they did at night or what their role is, but nobody would just say "Nobody said anything to me okay time to claim my role now"
This is a clear attempt to win town points

[Foerumokaz]

If you really want to, you can rally up the game and lynch me D2 instead of Grutor/MV/DD. Or mafia/vig can kill me N2.

I didn't want to be labeled as scum, so I claimed.

[feralFantom]

thats hardlynch guys

and please send me some mail tonight everbody

[Mirdini]

thats hardlynch guys

and please send me some mail tonight everbody

IF YOU KNOW IT'S HARDLYNCH YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE NO MATTER HOW FRIPPEROUS

WHY DO PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THIS CONCEPT

WHAT IS SO DIFFICULT ABOUT IT

THAT WAS INDEED A HAMMER no more talking people.

[Fragowump]

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Holy shit, how much did I just miss?

[Doofaeus]

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I'm a ghost but holy shit guys we've had two hardlynch talking fails in a row what the hell

[~ATH]

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Oh hey guys I'm back and I can finally catch u-

...

Oh fuck you all.

[crepuscularDissembler]

Final Day 2 Votals

(2) Mister Visceral (feralFantom, InoxFy)
(1) feralFantom (seastormjt)
(1) Zatch (Eidolonic)
(2) Grutor (Fragowump)
(11) DecidedlyDevious (Laset, Pharas, armoredSkunk, Crilly, absoluteCertainty, DecidedlyDevious, Grutor, Mirdini, MisterVisceral, dynamicEquilibrium, Foerumokaz)

abstaining: ~ATH, Intoxicating Starlight, Zatch, rogue of void


In comparison to the previous day's lynch proceedings, where the mob had fumbled about before finally settling on an ultimately innocent man, today seemed to proceed with much clarity. The voters came to decisions and bandwagonned quickly, and while they didn't all pan out at least something was getting done. Just as the people in this mess had hoped, the unique talents of the people at Posteco allowed information to be exchanged (many interesting things were revealed in private, and many more were simply exposed out in the open for all to see). It turned out to be one of these which clinched this day's death choice, if it really could be said to be a choice at all. While the accused was not a member of the blackmailers, he was a death-bringer all the same, and people generally do not look kindly on such admissions. The accused, for his part, seemed rather placid about it. After all, he hardly counted his own survival as a goal. If his fate managed to contribute towards a high death toll, then so much the better. You got the impression he had never expected to make it very far at all when push came to shove.

Some- well, no, basically everyone- would call The Novelist Who Lived In A Cave a pretentious name, and, by extension, The Novelist himself. Whereupon he would twitch and perhaps try to make an expression communicating disdain but just managing to make himself look rather silly. Later, he would write a very threatening, if vague letter to whoever had offended him.
All this would be of minor issue if it weren’t for the fact that The Novelist’s hermetic seclusion had given him certain powers while he remained in that cave, perhaps through an unnatural ability to concentrate ill-will, or perhaps via the strange capacities of the mushrooms and mold growing in his place of residence. Whichever it was, they had endowed him with the capability to invest his negative words with real cursing power. After receiving the letter, if a victim failed to send it to someone else they usually died within a day. The “sending it on” loophole was of course a major weakness, but few people went that far. They usually just threw the letter into their trash can, and usually the garbage truck didn’t come soon enough for them to be truly rid of it.
If the power had been given to a more mature being, perhaps it might have been used somewhat like in that one of the animes. As it stood, it was really only used for petty revenge, which The Novelist had plenty of reasons to commit. He was just a guy with a face that begged to be vaguely slighted in a manner that he could misinterpret as a huge personal affront, you know?
When the conflict started he was delivering three of the letters to the Posteco office. Being of a rather immoral nature, he really didn’t care who won the conflict, as long as plenty of people died. And he knew just the thing to help that along….
The Novelist Who Lived In A Cave was the CHAIN MAILER. Each night he may have sent a letter to someone. If they were unable to pass it on within a cycle (1 day + 1 night), they would die. If they passed it on, the next person would have the exact same conditions, and the next after that as well. He began with only 3 letters. He is a THIRD PARTY BODYSTACKER and wins when the game is down to one scum/two town.

The assembled breathed a sigh of relief. While he was not what they were after, he was most certainly a threat, and not one of their own. It buoyed up their confidence to finally have some kind of success.



Deadline is in three days, or 5/9 at 4 AM CT.

[crepuscularDissembler]

Everyone gathers at the main hall quickly. They look a little more well-rested this time. It may be getting used to the surroundings, or it might be getting rid of a dangerous killer. Maybe a bit of both. But they've barely started a headcount before Eidolonic suddenly collapses without any fanfare. He's dead before he hits the ground. Only one or two drop their coffee in shock, but everyone is visibly shaken.

Jimbob McBobberjim wasn’t much good at socializing, or doing taxes, or running to the store for groceries. Whether he was a special flavor of bad at these things or if it just didn’t hold his interest enough for him to get good at them, no one was really sure. Luckily, he actually did have a talent that could be considered to “make up” for other things, as if there was some grand scale to weigh them on.
He was incredibly good at creating secure encryption, delivery, handling, you name it, of messages. When he was 8 he managed to become fairly well liked in his grade by creating a code that was simple to learn as long as you knew the method. Kids chatted happily in their little secretive patois as the teachers looked on confusedly. They’d bribe students to tell, sure, but each time someone ratted it out the code morphed subtly. And the kids sure didn’t make the mistake of trusting the same person twice.
That experience with information, security, and leaks was what Jimbob really got out of his time at school, and despite the basicness of the lesson it did a pretty good job of preparing him for his job at Posteco. The company was concerned first and foremost with offering a secure service, and they desperately needed Jimbob’s skills. Jimbob himself was just pleased to get paid to do what he loved.
And when the crisis started, he was just as sure as he had ever been that information would be the most valuable resource, and that he would be its stalwart safekeeper.
Jimbob McBobberjim was the ENCRYPTER. Each night he could choose one person. Their communications, both sent and received, would be completely safeguarded from all tampering and most interference. He is aligned with the POSTECO LOYALISTS (town) and wins when all threats to town are dead.

Rummaging through his pockets like common thieves, you find a letter. It reads: "CHAIN MAIL! ^_^ Pass it on to someone that you thinks deserves it, or keep it for yourself if you really want." You burn it as quickly as possible.

After calming down a bit, the headcount is finished.
Everyone makes their way to Grutor's room, forgoing any other search in favor of seeing if he really did get killed. You find a dead body, killed with a clean double-tap to the chest.

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Fuugar Isotah was a vengeful, perseverant man. In fact, that’s about all he had going for him. Growing up in the slums, with a name that got him teased almost constantly, the only thing that kept him going was payback. Someday he would crawl up out of this hellhole and show them all.
Posteco had not originally wanted to hire him. But after the intense-eyed young man had asked over 20 times, they figured they might as well try to put that kind of disconcerting determination to work. And Fuugar did get things done. He didn’t make any friends doing it, but he had an amazing kind of willpower, especially once he had gotten sufficiently angry. No one could figure out exactly what was so compelling about him. He was a scrawny young man, and there was certainly no sense of physical danger from him….but everyone felt, in an instinctual way, that if you had gotten on his shitlist not even the grave would stop him from coming after you.
And speaking of people he haaaated, the mafia had ruined his plans and generally MADE THEMSELVES A NUISANCE TO HIM. He’d be DAMNED if he let them succeed in their plans, even if it KILLED him.
Fuugar Isotah was the HAUNTER. Upon death, he would not go to deadchat but rather to the qt of the person who either hammered or killed him. He is aligned with the POSTECO LOYALISTS (town) and wins when all threats to town are dead.

The disappointment in him being town reminds you that there's still another death to account for. You search high and low, and while searching high end up on the roof, where a mass of dead pigeons lie scattered. They seem to have been hit with shotgun shells.


The Flock of Carrier Pigeons was one of the many unexplained mysteries of the Posteco corporation.
For one thing, carrier pigeons were a fairly outmoded form of communication. But Posteco never let stuff like that stop them from their obsessive desire to dominate every possible related field. And there were certainly applications, despite their rarity. After all, it’s not like all parts of the world have phone coverage, internet access, or a working road system. And pigeons would hardly be picked up by spies scanning radio signals.
But more than that, the pigeons seemed to possess an intelligence not common to their species, and perhaps even one not common to their phylum. They moved and flew with an uncanny purpose, and their beady eyes seemed unsettlingly cogent. They were able to do more than just “fly back home” like most pigeons, and could understand where a letter was intended to go from just a street address or rough description. Office rumor even said that when one was troubled, the rest all reacted, despite being separated from them by miles. And they were a force to be reckoned with. Anyone who watched The Birds shivered to see them swarm, and certainly the normal trouble of using pigeons, which was predation by hawks, never seemed to trouble them.
Seeing as the pigeons had been ingrained with a fierce loyalty to their human masters, they could hardly turn their tailfeathers on Posteco. They decided that under the cover of night they would spirit a person away and try to interrogate them and learn things using their instincts. Of course, they were no great detectives so whatever information they gleaned was negligible or flawed. And they could hardly carry on a conversation. But at the same time, they both kept a person prisoner and protected them. Of course, they were still carrier pigeons, so if someone was to tie a letter to one of their ankles and direct them, they would dutifully deliver it.
The Flock of Carrier Pigeons was the POLICE JAILER. Every night they could jail one person. That person would be roleblocked and doctored. Unlike a normal jailer, they would not be tempmasoned to their jailee, but would instead enable the jailee to send one message out to someone. The Flock of Carrier Pigeons would be informed of who it was sent to. They are aligned with the POSTECO LOYALISTS (town) and win when all threats to town are dead.

Everyone present sweats a little bit at the large number of town deaths. I mean, you didn't expect to get out of this with no casualties, but...


LIVELIST:

1. absolute "an actual bear" "beruru" Certainty
2. Laset
3. Fragowump
4. ~ATH
5. Crilly
6. seastormjt (was Paranoia)
7. Mirdini
8. MisterVisceral
9. dynamicEquilibrium
10. IntoxicatingStarlight
11. feralFantom
12. Inoxfy
13. Foerumokaz
14. Pharas
15. rogue of void
16. Zatch





With 16 alive it is 9 to hard lynch and 5 to soft lynch. Deadline is in ~5 days, or 3 AM 5/14 CT.

[Foerumokaz]

So then, was aS the Flock of Pigeons? He isn't on the livelist, but the D3 post didn't say who the pigeons were.

[Mirdini]

I think we can call him as the Flock of Pigeons by process of deduction? The OP player-list says he died N2.

also christ I pity whoever's ended up with Grutor in their quicktopic.

anyway time to go look at wagons n' things since Eido being confirmed town makes certain people look pretty damn interesting iirc

[Mirdini]

oh wait what the fuck I should read flips

Vote: MisterVisceral hi scum

[Pharas]

So then, was aS the Flock of Pigeons? He isn't on the livelist, but the D3 post didn't say who the pigeons were.

I believe so. I believe this also makes MV's roleclaim a load of bs.
"I'm like a Doctor-roleblocker deal. I protect people by taking them out of the mailing system bleh bleh bleh so they don't receive anything destructive."
Vote: MV

[Pharas]

... >: I got swooped by Dini.

[Foerumokaz]

Hmmm. It seems like MV was claiming as the exact role aS was.

Perhaps he can see what role someone is at night?

Vote: MV