*…As much as I don’t trust Pietastic, he did point out a possible fatal flaw in my logic. If we don’t lynch right now then Mafia will likely get a night kill and we’ll be at 4/2 tomorrow. If we fuck up that lynch then all the mafia has to do is kill the right person at night. That’s assuming the medic isn’t the person killed at night time.
If the medic did survive then he would have to have gdlk luck or yomi to choose the right person to protect. That’s a fucking terrible plan. It’s catastrophic for the civs. But if you aren’t a Civ then yeah, it wouldn’t be a catastrophe would it? *
…except this point. A tie would be a huge catastrophe right now, and that’s true if you think about it for even just a minute. As it stands now, we have a minimum of 2 lynch opportunities. If we tie, we give that up and end up with only one lynch opportunity. A tie today leaves us at 4-2 tomorrow, and then a bad lynch leaves us at 2-2 tomorrow.
Honestly, at this point, it’s obvious you’re mafia. Or at least a completely braindead civ. You keep spewing paper-thin arguments, and I have to debunk them at every turn. It’s over. Stop.
Looking from the perspective of my knowing that I’m Civilian make a tie look preferable to going into the next day phase at a disadvantage.
How is that hard to see?
A tie gives us a chance to access who is important to Mafia and maybe get our Medic a chance to make a big save that can result in a win. Without that, we’re toast. And that’s only if Mafia hasn’t figured out who Medic is.
Also, can Medic protect himself? I was under the impression that he could, but after reading the rules again it doesn’t seem that way.
I’m back for time time being. (Got class in 12 mins!) I feel that Manx is slipping with what he’s saying. I’m still think that GR may be mafia, but I don’t want us to land in a no lynch scenario.
Lynch: Manx
Lets hope that this bad game play may lead us to getting a mafia.
How you had your statement worded sounded like you would change your vote off of Manx if he could get anyone to take their vote off of him and vote for anybody else. You didn’t state that he had to convince other people to lynch Co-Jones instead.
Also could you please link people to Leon saying “Aho, aho, aho” from the danganronpa anime. I can’t find it right now, but that’s exactly what Manx reminded me of just now.*
“Good morning” said the scout, as he poured his morning coffee. “I can’t wait to get out there and BONK some of the BLU team” he said, mimicking swinging his bat. The Medic nudged his way into the coffee machine.
“I feel like somebody drugged me last night, I still feel tired” said the Medic, downing a cup of black coffee. “Com’n, scout, we have a meeting to get to. Apparently our Sniper went missing last night.”
As they moved down to the conference room, they noticed everyone was looking around really upset.
“We found him, beheaded with this Giant Axe!” said the Engineer. “Now, who do we know who owns a giant Axe?”
“Blasted unicorns, it wasn’t me, I swear it!” said the Demoman. “Bloody hell, I was passed out since dusk in a puddle of my own urine.”
“His story checks out” said the Heavy Weapons Guy. “I slipped on his pee last night.”
“Then whoever it was, he took the axe while the Demoman was out, and used it to implicate him.” Continued the Engineer. Everybody nodded in agreement. “Besides, we found other stab marks in his back, consistent with a spy stab wound.”
“Alright, well, let’s just recap what we know” said the Medic.
“What we know?” exclaimed the Engineer. “What we know is there is a psychotic team of people here trying to kill us! And we’ve got to do something about it, or we’re going to lose this information!” the **Engineer **patted his hand on the briefcase with the intel.
“Look at it rationally…” said the Medic. “We know we’ve lost 4 friends so far. 2 by our hands, 2 by the spies. They know enough about us to implicate us with their kills, so we turn on each other. And we know we’ve lost the Pyro, the Soldier, the Scout, and now our Sniper.”
The **scout **nodded along, sipping on his coffee. “Yes, that’s true.”
“I feel like there is something we’re missing.” said the medic, having a hard time concentrating due to the effects of his drugging.
“Oh well, let’s draw names out of a hat and kill that person” said the Demoman.
“No, wait!” said the Heavy Weapons Guy. “I’ve got it. I know.”
Everyone rolled their eyes, not paying him much attention.
“Doctor says Scout is already dead… but scout is not dead! Scout is standing right here!”
**Manx’s **eyes opened in horror. Suddenly it dawned on everyone that Heavy Weapons Guy was right… the **scout **was dead. But he was also standing right here.
“Don’t look at me like that guys…” said Manx, retreating from the growing crowd around him. “I have an explanation, just wait a second.”
He reached for something in his pocket, which was not the right choice. “Get him!” yelled the Demoman, and the Heavy Weapons Guy pounced onto him, pinning the frail man to the floor. He proceeded to beat **Manx’s **face, until he was no longer breathing nor moving.
“Aha! Heavy Weapons guy did it again! And look, a mask!”
The Heavy Weapons guy picked up the mask off the face of the dead Manx, and lifted it up. The bloodied, broken picture of the scout was plastered on it. Beneath the mask, lied a dead spy.
“Hooray! A spy!” said the Heavy. “Heavy is the hero!”
“Uh… Heavy?” said the Medic. “Look closer.”
**Heavy **looked. It was indeed a spy… but it was a red spy.
“Oh… sorry friend” said the Heavy, as he put the mask back down on the broken face of Manx. “Doc, can you help him.”
The **Medic **stared blankly.
**Manx **drifted off into the nothingness of death. “I knew that fascination with being a scout was going to come back and bite me in the ass” he said. “Damn those highlander server rules.”
He was snapped back to reality in a flash of red light. Opposite him, appearing in a flash of blue light, was another RED Spy. His friend Combo_Knight.
Combo_Knight looked back at Manx.
“I guess neither of us were as great as we thought, eh?” He sighed, and both reached for their cigarettes in their coat pocket.
The administrator gave them barely a passing glance.
“It is now night time! 12 hour lockdown beings now!”
Manx, you have 12 hours to submit your last gasp
It is now NIGHT PHASE! Night phase will last 12 hours and end at 9:00 PM PST
Please submit all night actions by then
God. Fucking. Dammit. Now we have no margin for error, we’re extremely susceptible to Mafia swinging that last vote, we have quite a few wallflowers not contributing, and we don’t have a UC to help sniff them out.
On the bright side, if we get the next lynch right, we still stand a decent chance.