TWG VIII: The Froimor Incident

Swiftspear · November 2006

I posted last day too, I just failed to vote because I believed I had another IRL day.

Crispy · November 2006

To recap:

Stakhanov makes a lucky escape from Mantrid and Sky, the latter ending up with one more vote thanks to EMP Demon, Isamil and Stakhanov.

Then Isamil gets wolfed.

Despite the combined efforts of both himself and lolfighter, EMPDemon narrowly survives Tigersmith, who is voted off by Pulse and Xentor (and tipped over the edge by his +0.001 phantom vote).

Next im_lost, probably the most talkative in the game to date and extremely helpful in reminding people of the current vote standings, gets wolfed.

Apart from Tigersmith, it seems that the most experienced players have been targetted for removal from the game. With only 9 players left, and probably still 3 wolves left in the game, we can start making some probable assumptions (without being able to draw any firm conclusions).

First, a recap of the players:

1. Xentor (helped vote off Tigersmith with a copycat vote)
2. EMPDemon (opted to vote himself off because he didn't have the patience for the game)
3. Swiftspear (voting on flimsy premises imo; 1 phantom vote)
4. Mantrid
5. Stakhanov (helped vote off Sky; 1 phantom vote)
6. Crispy
7. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
8. Pulse (helped vote off Tigersmith)
9. lolfighter (put pressure on the guardian to guard him, put pressure on the existing players to share info)

Wolves and roles are more likely to be active. I think it's quite possible we've lost at least one role or wolf already. lolfighter's being quite active, so I think I'll present myself as another active target for the wolves to choose between so there's at least one active human (assuming he's a human and not a wolf posing) in the game to give us a fighting chance.

For me lolfighter one of the most worrying players left in the game. You asked for info, here's what I think. You could be a wolf getting the guardian to protect you so the wolves can be assured of a clean kill and tie up the game quickly. You also call for people to come forward with their info, are you trying to get the roles to show themselves to you?

PM ftw or my vote stays where it is. You've got plenty of time to think up a convincing excuse...

Gamemaster, can we have confirmation of the amount of votes needed for an instalynch, please? (I thought that was standard practice)

Theslan · November 2006

Instalynch is 5 votes. You can determine this number by adding the amount of people alive divided by 2 rounded up.

Crispy · November 2006

Yep, but my point is in the past this has been announced after each night's wolfing so at the beginning of the new day everyone is aware of the instalynch threshold. Perhaps it's down to personal preference, though.

lolfighter · November 2006

You're voting for me because I'm active and asking players to be active? And then you're asking me to justify why you shouldn't? I'm the one who should be asking you why you consider that a foundation for a vote, Crispy. I'm one of the most worrying players left in the game? You know which players worry me? The ones who are all quiet, allowing the wolves to blend in perfectly by simple staying silent. Those worry me, Crispy. Those worry me a lot. Don't they worry you?

lolfighter · November 2006

Parking my vote on Pulse for the time being. Vroom, vroom, tyre marks.

BlackMage · November 2006

i think i have a phantom on me because i didn't vote last time.
i'll hold on to my vote for now, not enough information.
(colour me indecisive but i think someone's being silly)

Xentor · November 2006

Well, with the game so inactive, I'd say the wolves are probably laying low... They're not going to want to attract attention to themselves, and they don't have to be incredibly active to blend in, as was said above. The best I can think of right now is Mantrid, who has pretty much voted randomly (Or at least without describing any reasoning)...

Flimsy, I know, but I need to pick something, because I might not get home in time to change it tomorrow.

Mantrid · November 2006

Well, if EMPDemon wants out...

Pulse · November 2006

If Mantrid wants to make a post that blatantly makes him look like like a wolf, I'll happily oblige.

Stakhanov · November 2006

Stacking a vote on Pulse. Damn jetpacker <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tiny.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="::onos::" border="0" alt="tiny.gif" />

lolfighter · November 2006

It's really not that hard to write the name of the person you're voting for in bold, Stakhanov.

EMP_Demon · November 2006

Stakhanov because he keeps (seemingly) randomly bandwagoning people.

Crispy · November 2006

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Xentor @ Nov 6 2006, 04:46 AM) [snapback]1573837[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>
Well, with the game so inactive, I'd say the wolves are probably laying low... They're not going to want to attract attention to themselves, and they don't have to be incredibly active to blend in, as was said above. The best I can think of right now is Mantrid, who has pretty much voted randomly (Or at least without describing any reasoning)...

Flimsy, I know, but I need to pick something, because I might not get home in time to change it tomorrow.
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<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Pulse @ Nov 6 2006, 05:19 AM) [snapback]1573847[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>
If Mantrid wants to make a post that blatantly makes him look like like a wolf, I'll happily oblige.
</div>Tag-team voting again, are we? I'm not sure who deserves this vote more, but for now I'll lay it on Pulse.

Stakhanov · November 2006

Voting for Swiftspear then. If I couldn't vote for Pulse , that was a good omen for him.

EMP_Demon · November 2006

Mmkay, let's see here...

Crispy - 1 (Swiftspear)
Pulse - 2 (lolfighter, Crispy)
Mantrid - 2 (Xentor, Pulse)
EMPDemon - 1 (Mantrid)
Stakhanov - 1 (EMPDemon) + 1 phantom
Swiftspear - 1 (Stakhanov) + 1 phantom
Blackmage - 1 phantom

I think that's correct.

BlackMage · November 2006

i'm going to put mine on pulse

lolfighter · November 2006

Well, people seem rather intent on killing Pulse. I, however, am not. Xentor

Pulse · November 2006

Well, it looks like I'm going to get voted out no matter what now, so I won't even bother changing mine.

If the psychic is still alive, he'll be sure to notice that both deaths that occur tonight will be humans. As for who to accuse, Crispy has been acting highly irrational today, throwing accusation after accusation on the flimsiest of premises, but that doesn't really strike me as the behavior of a wolf trying to blend in, rather of a non role trying to get noticed. Instead, I would look at the silent opportunist voters like Mantrid and Blackmage, who let other people make the accusations and drama and then swoop in to stack votes on nobodies who seem likely to get voted off.

...And right before I hit submit, lolfighter changes his vote. I was going to type something up about lolfighter, but if my death isn't assured, I think it would be best if it was brought up later or not at all.

That is not to say that I have some potentially damning evidence against him or something, just some observations that I've made.

Crispy · November 2006

Stakhanov

I got some info that changed my mind.

Theslan · November 2006

Night 4 - No posting!

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Mantrid looked at the scientist, tearing his eyes away from the lifeless marine stuck at the wall. “Alright. You seemed to know what’s going on. Can you give us a rundown of what’s going on here? And don’t go light on the details; I want to know everything before we do a suicide run on that hive over there.” Mantrid tilted his head at the window, where the hive is located in the adjacent room.

Pulse flew next to the scientist, nodding with Mantrid. “Yes, tell us everything, or else we three won’t budge from this room. We’ll let that hive take over.”

The scientist flashed the flashlight between the two marines. Then he sighed, moving to the console next to the window. “Alright. I’m probably breaking several regulations here, but at this point, I don’t have much choice. Let me first get the lights back on.”

The scientist went to the console and started fiddling with commands. Almost immediately he got the lights back on, flooding the large room with bright lights again; strangely, the only problem was that power was cut to the laboratory. That could have been done remotely, on a timer, or something else but one thing for sure: that was definitely sabotage. For the moment, the scientist turned more important manners.

“Alright, you want to know what’s going on. This is what’s going on: we’re developing a way control the Kharaa originally.” Crispy moved from the shadows and Stakhanov nearby growled softly at the scientist. However, the scientist wasn’t daunted.

“Stakhanov, you already know most of the story. So pipe down so I can tell these marines.” Xentor perched on top of Mantrid to listen in as Stakhanov yawned and watched the humans silently.

“One of the interesting things that we found out that we cannot control the Kharaa. Instead, we found a way to dampen their communication to the hive. As a result, they are forced to communicate like we do, with gestures, sounds and voices. But the most important thing is that they are essentially cut from the hive communication.” The scientist sits on a chair nearby.

“Kharaa’s society is mostly aristocracy, with a totalitarian view. The hive controls all, and determines where to invade. The rest of the Kharaa carries out the task to infest, build, and eventually take over that part. The rest of the aliens don’t have much say, except build, expand and kill. Pretty limited life if you ask me, considering their intelligence.”

“Now, these collars remove some of the hive influence on these creatures. As a result, they are asserting their independence. There have been special occasions where the aliens have asserted their independence against the hive’s wishes. I’m sure you have heard about some Kharaa tried to be pets against the TSA invasion. The result was nasty: either the Kharaa fought back behind them, or that they died when the alien infestation is destroyed.”

“Our current research is trying to remove the last tie of the Kharaa from the hive: their life tied to the hive’s life. If we managed to get rid of that tie, then these Kharaa with their collars can be fully independent from the hive, going where they wish, and enjoying their independence.”

Then, the scientist managed to activate something and spoke through their communication unit. “Another thing that these aliens do not know is that with this link removed, we finished our last stage of fully controlling them, and able to send espionage aliens to scout the area. It’ll be a great advantage.”

The rest of the marines were silent, taking all the information, including the one that the scientist spoke secretly. Finally, EMP Demon said, “You’re crazy, very crazy. We risk our lives for this: to let the aliens have the independence to take a bubble bath?”

The scientist winced slightly and nodded. “That’s one way to put it. The base was supposed to be very secure, with both automated defenses and these aliens. They are willing to fight their own comrades just to keep their independence.”

Mantrid looked suspiciously at Stakhanov, who is yawning in boredom. “Somehow, I doubt they would devour their own kind.”

“Regardless of what you think, they have agreed to help you to clear a way in the hive room to help fix the field generators. This is something you must do right now. I’m not sure how long the field will last.” The scientist gestured to the console, showing the field and its strength status bar at red low.

Pulse looked at the Stakhanov, and then at Xentor on Mantrid’s helmet. Finally, he said, “Recruit a lerk and we’ll do it. I have an idea.”

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“Yehaww! Now this is fun!” Pulse clung tightly on Lolfighter as he set his jetpack to fire lightly to reduce his weight on the lerk. Both of them were testing out the new setup by flying around the room, with Pulse on top of the lerk. Finally, slightly out of breath, the lerk lands next to the scientist.

Xentor chuckled, who is perched on EMP Demon now, as the scientist scratched his head while looking at Pulse and Lolfighter. “Well, I have to admit, that is an original idea. If Lolfighter can fly you straight to the problem, and you can remove the dead carcass quickly, we would only need to send you two there.”

Pulse nodded as he hefted his welder, as he glanced over to the scientist. “Leave it to me; I’ll remove it very quickly.” Then he hesitated for a moment. “Will there be any lerks there? And will the field affect me?”

“They’re mostly skulks right now since they do not have the resources to become lerks, thankfully. However, I will have to take the field down before you can repair it, which means that the hive will be breeding as many aliens as possible to stop you.”

At that moment, Mantrid, riding on Stakhanov, went next to the scientist. He had Blackmage silently perched on top of him. “Don’t worry, leave it to me to make sure those skulks won’t come next to you.”

The scientist looked at both of them, and nodded. “Good luck. Go to that door over there. When I give the signal, enter in and fix the problem.”

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Pulse held on Lolfighter dearly as they went through the door as soon as the scientist shut down the field. Immediately the room’s humidity hit Pulse’s face as they raced upward to the left coils. His visor fogged up, obscuring the view of the hive, but it didn’t stop the computer in his visor from working. The visor reported several eggs have dropped from the hive that was not there before. Pulse wiped his visor and found himself next to the dead skulk wedged in the coil. He glanced down, seeing that the hive was breeding more eggs nonstop now that the field is down. Gulping visually, he started to weld the carcass away.

Mantrid rode Stakhanov slowly into the room, letting the heat and humidity hit him. His power armor immediately adjusted to the temperature, allowing him to see the hive dropping down eggs like a chicken in heat. Mantrid cocked his HMG and started blasting away the eggs. When he unloaded his clip, his visor reported more eggs were dropping and multiple of skulks on the ceiling were coming at him. Quickly reloading his gun, he started plowing through the Kharaa.

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The scientist and EMP Demon looked worried from the window. On top of EMP Demon is Xentor, who isn’t chuckling at the moment, and next to the scientist is Crispy. They stood there silently watching Mantrid fight back the horde of skulks while Pulse is removing the dead body. EMP Demon shook his head.

“I got to help them. Don’t tell me not to use the GL again; they’re not going to survive in this rate.”

The scientist protested. “Use that grenade launcher at the hive, and if you kill it, you destroy the whole experiment.”

EMP Demon snorted in disgust and looked down at the marines fighting. “I have to do something, GL or not. They’re going to die.”

“Relax, Mantrid has extra ammo next to him, and Pulse is almost…” The scientist stopped as he noticed the console started to beep loudly. Glancing quickly at the console, he went to the microphone and yell through the speakers in the next room. “Hurry up, you are running out of time. The hive is trying to break through the collar’s inhibitors.”

EMP Demon looked strangely at scientist. “Inhibitors?”

The scientist explained, “The hive is much powerful in there. We can filter most of hive’s control through the field. With the field down, the hive can overload the collars and seize control.”

EMP Demon growled. “I thought you would tell us everything we need to know before fixing that field. That’s it, I’m going in there to help.” With that, he flew over the door, loaded his GL and charged in, with Xentor clinging on in surprise.

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Pulse welded through the last of the debris. “That’s it! Let’s go!” Lolfighter turned around and started flapping towards Mantrid. Suddenly, Lolfighter’s vision turned bright white as the sounds of the hive penetrated through his brain, ordering him to drop the marine. Lolfighter slowed down and painfully complied, turning sideways so Pulse would side off.

Pulse squawked in surprise as the lerk dumped him off. He quickly turned his jetpack on to full power but his descent was too fast. He slammed into the ground, dazed. Luckily, the jetpack took most of the shock away, but it was exhausted, out of fuel. He slowly turned around as he saw massive amount of skulks nearby him, with their eyes filled with hunger. Vainly, Pulse fired his light machinegun into the skulks as the horde moved in for the kill.

Stakhanovand Mantrid saw what happening to Pulse. With a roar, Stakhanov moved quickly into the fray, launching the skulks left and right. Mantrid, however, got thrown off the onos as Stakhanov went in. Mantrid looked around quickly as he picked up discarded ammo trying to find a fresh one to load into the HMG.

The hive is not happy with Stakhanov’s action. Effortlessly, the hive tore through Stakhanov’s collar and held him in place. Stakhanov grunted and tried to move but couldn’t from the cold grip of the hive. Ignoring Pulse for the moment, all the skulks, under the orders of the hive, proceeded to attack the savior of humans, the traitor of Kharaa.

EMP Demon rushed into the room as Lolfighter rushed by in fright. Quickly assessing the situation, EMP Demon launched 2 grenades into the lump of skulks, quickly decimating the alien force, but it was too late. Inside the burning aliens, Stakhanov lay there torn, stripped of his skin as the skulk had ripped through his flesh and started tearing him apart from the inside. Thankfully, Pulse laid there completely dazed and thankful that he is still alive at the moment. EMP Demon looked in disgusted at the scene as he noticed the field flickered on around the hive. The scientist yelled through the microphone, “The field is back online, the hive is contained. Come back up here so we can deal with other important issues now.”

EMP Demon looked at Mantrid silently. Mantrid shook his head, growled softly as they went over to Pulse, and helped him move back into the laboratory, leaving the dead carcass behind.

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Night 4 will end at Tuesday, 3pm PST. Roles, PM me at this time.

Players remaining:
1. Xentor
2. EMPDemon
3. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
4. Mantrid
5. Crispy
6. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
7. Pulse
8. lolfighter

Theslan · November 2006

Day 4

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EMP Demon went up to the scientist, with Mantrid helping Pulse walk back. “See! If I didn’t went there, we would’ve lost Pulse.”

The scientist ignored EMP Demon for the moment, as he opened and checked Lolfighter’s collar for any damage. EMP Demon waited impatiently as he watched the scientist fiddled around with the collar, and then finally close the casing. “No serious damage to it.” He tonelessly replied before shifting his view to the three marines. Lolfighter quickly flapped away to the other side of the laboratory, out of sight.

“Well, it was a risk. Yeah, you were lucky that the shards did not hurt the hive much. If you did, who knows if our field, so finely tuned to that hive, would be able to function after that. And now you know at what lengths these aliens will do to help us to prevent that hive from taking over.”

Pulse nodded slowly as he sat down on a chair, and threw his light machinegun careless next to him. “Yes, that onos. He saved me. He’s my savior, and a friend to all marines. Wished more were like him.”

The scientist looked at EMP Demon. “See, it’s no longer letting the aliens have a chance at a bubble bath; the scope is much larger. If the aliens were independent, they could help us against the hive, and turn the war around.” The scientist ignored EMP Demon’s response as he went to the console. “Now to more important matters.”

The scientist gestured the console, which displayed the map. “With the hive stabilized, and good amount of power going, we need to work on communications with the U.E. Orion.”

Mantrid blinked. “The U.E. Orion? The biggest TSA warship in this sector?”

“The exact one.” The scientist tapped on his console, showing a navigational view between the Orion and the base. “It’s been about several days since the bombing incident, so the communication arrays should be sending out a distress signal within today. We need to disable it.”

Pulse and EMP Demon looked at the scientist. Pulse blurted out, “Disable it? Are you insane? That’s our ticket home.”

The scientist shook his head sadly. “Security protocol. If the commander or head scientist does not offset the timer within communication array, it assumed it has been taken over and sends a direct signal to U.E. Orion. Orion would then use a biological weapons to cleanse the base.”

There was silence for the moment. “Cleanse? You mean they will bomb the sh*t out of us?” EMP Demon stared at the scientist in disbelief.

“Yes. Even if we wanted to send a distress signal to the U.E. Orion, they’ll interpret as a hostile situation and act accordingly. But that’s not all. I’ve determined some interesting things. Some of the power outages, including the one that occurred here that killed your comrade up there have been intentionally rerouted around for some purpose that I cannot tell. But the most important thing is this: someone was controlling the lights earlier. If someone was controlling the lights…”

Mantrid finished the scientist’s sentence. “… then the person who placed the bombs originally is still alive.”

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Swiftspear looked very unhappy. The marines have recruited him, and Mantrid was riding on his back.

The scientist cautioned, “Careful, he isn’t like the other onos. He maybe allowing you to ride him now, but he really doesn’t like it.”

Mantrid patted Swiftspear’s head. “No problem. When we get to the communication array, I’ll stop riding him.” However, Swiftspear had different plans. He lunged forward straight to the door. Mantrid blinked in surprise and held on, but to no avail. With a clang, he smashed against the doorframe, removing him from Swiftspear’s back as Swiftspear went out of the room. Mantrid sat there slightly dazed.

EMP Demon commented, “Well, there goes that idea. We’ll just have to walk there, like what most marines do anyway.”

The scientist nodded softly. “Good luck. Oh, and one thing… please stop letting the skulks sit on your head. It’s starting to remind me of a bad horror movie called ‘The Undead of BlackMesa.’”

Xentor chuckled softly, removing himself from EMP Demon and latched on Mantrid’s helmet. Blackmage jumped off Mantrid and just follow them along the walls. The scientist just shook his head as he said, “It was worth trying. Good luck. Please disable it quickly.”

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Crispy, Xentor, Blackmage, EMP Demon, Mantrid, and Pulse arrived at the communication center without incident. It took them longer, due to part of the base sealed off from the first explosion, and the automated turrets placed strategically around base. Nevertheless, they managed to go into the small room that contained the communication gear.

Pulse hefted his welder. “I can make sure that the communication won’t be sent out.”

Mantrid, however, saw it much differently. “Hold it, let’s see if we can just disable it without damaging it. We’ll need it later. Find that timer. If we can reset it, then we don’t have to damage the communication.”

All the marines (and aliens) went to look around the communication room for the timer reset. The room was definitely built to withstand raids. While the general area was small, the room was split off into two sections: the more sensitive equipment was located in the back, guarded by bullet-proof acid-proof glass as well as several feet thick steel wall, and the front end was where some of the interface were located. Even the door was several inches thick, making it hard to enter into the room. Thankfully, the door was not locked when the marines first showed up. Most of the equipment showed green status, except for one, which showed the status of the interface on the bridge. Another equipment showed a timer that was counting down from 1:01:04. Mantrid took note of this, showing everyone that they had a little over an hour left.

It was Blackmage that found it. Mantrid went over there and saw the schematics. Quickly, he pressed a series of buttons on there, with every alien watching and memorizing the sequence for a later date. The clock stopped counting down, went to 2:54:52, and then continued counting down. Mantrid frowned and pressed the buttons again. No effect. He looked around for a speaker and found one connecting to the laboratories. He turned it on and spoke through the microphone.

“Mantrid here. We found the reset button, but it only added 2 hours to the counter. It won’t do anything else.”

Within moments, the scientist replied: “That’s the ‘give me more time’ switch. It gives 2-hour breath time in case the head scientist or commander is busy, or something like this when we don’t have access to a key. You’ll need to find that key in order to reset the timer. And it only works once, so that it doesn’t defeat the purpose of the countdown.”

Mantrid muttered, “Great. That means we’ll have to go the barracks or the bridge for a key. That’ll mean it’s most likely me that’ll do it.”

EMP Demon nodded nearby. “Well, I don’t know you but I’m going to head to the mess hall for chow. All this action is making me hungry, and we’re just next to it.” With that, he moved to the door and opened it, turning his head to the group and waving as he went through the door.

EMP Demon slammed into something. He turned back and met up with an onos in front of him, breathing him down. Unfortunately, this onos does not seem to have a collar. EMP Demon quickly raised his weapon and fired a grenade into the onos, but it didn’t daunt him. The onos opened his mouth and swallowed EMP Demon whole, with EMP Demon screaming loudly until he went into the stomach, where the acidic juices paralyzed him. Unable to move, unable to wield his knife to cut himself out, EMP Demon stayed in there, slowly being digested. His nano armor is the only reason why he hasn’t been completely been digested already, but it was running out of power.

The rest of the marines sprang into action. Pulse and Mantrid fired their machine guns at the onos. Crispy and Xentor crouched towards the door, but unable to move since the marines were firing a hail of bullets. The onos bellowed loudly and used his head to take most of the bullets through his hard carapace. He bashed the wall several times, forcing the door to come crashing down, sealing Pulse, Mantrid, and the aliens inside.

Mantrid quickly stopped firing and yelled, “Pulse, get here with your welder! Get this open!”

Pulse compiled quickly, pulling his welder to break through the door. However, the door was sturdy with several inches of steel metal, intended of keeping people inside safe from outside. After several long minutes, Pulse finished cutting the door, which Mantrid promptly kicked down.

The onos is no longer there. Nearby, a pure white skeleton, along with a broken grenade launcher and a jetpack, lay in a pile.

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Day 4 will end at Thursday 3pm PST.

Players remaining:
1. Xentor
2. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
3. Mantrid
4. Crispy
5. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
6. Pulse
7. lolfighter

As requested, autolynch is at 4 votes.

Crispy · November 2006

At this point if there are still three wolves in the game (which is very possible) I'm worried. So if the Seer's still in the game and he knows who at least 2 of the wolves are, I'd recommend he step forward and we can make the next two deaths count. Instalynch is at 4 and even if the wolves don't go for a lynch, getting away with a human vs. human tie in the votes won't be difficult.

Regardless, I'd like to hear from any of the 4-6 humans left in the game on what our plans should be. I've seen no signs of a network so far and it worries me, because if there are still 3 wolves in the game, we could be only 2 rounds away from their victory. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/sad-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":(" border="0" alt="sad-fix.gif" />

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My vote? Seeing as we're dangerously close to a lynch, I'm going to hold onto it for now. I can afford to get a phantom if that's what's needed to bring the wolves out of the woodwork.

lolfighter · November 2006

To recapitulate:<ul><li>if all three wolves are still alive and</li><li>if we lynch a human today and</li><li>if the guardian is dead or fails to make a save on night five, then</li><li>the wolves win.</li></ul>
If those three conditions are satisfied, we will end up with five players on day five, three of which are wolves. This means that they can simply instalynch one of the two remaining humans, then kill the other one on night six. Since that outcome would be obvious anyway, TWG custom dictates that the game ends at the beginning of day five.

We don't know whether the guardian is dead, or whether he'll be able to accurately predict who the wolves will try to kill during night five. We don't know how many wolves are left (at least nobody has told me), either, so it's safest to assume that there are still three. This means that we need to lynch one of them today. That's our best chance at winning the game.

This is our eleventh hour, folks. Let's finish this before our time runs out.

Pulse · November 2006

I strongly third the request for the seer or psychic to step forward. If you were ever planning on sharing the information you have, now is the time. Even if the humans are winning by a large margin and you know it, what's the harm in telling us about it? If you're afraid of being wolfed, you could always do it anonymously by email.

That "thing" about lolfighter wasn't really much of anything at all, by the way. Just an attempt to influence the wolves, and I think it might have worked, seeing as they chose the safe route with EMP.

Swiftspear · November 2006

I'd agree overall. We need the seer or psycic to come forwards and ensure that the wolfs don't finish us off the final humans here.

I'd agree overall. We need the seer or psycic to come forwards and ensure that the wolfs don't finish us off the final humans here.

Mantrid · November 2006

I agree. The seer/psychic need to come out. There is nothing to lose.

Xentor · November 2006

The roles definitely need to start doing their jobs... Just hope they aren't inactive. I mean, if the seer doesn't have a network by now, he probably knows who at least two of the wolves are, maybe all three. Just tell us, so we can lynch 'em and start a more active game.

Hell, it's been over 12 hours since the day started, and there hasn't been a single vote... Someone needs to start this. Mine goes on Mantrid, for the same reason as yesterday. Something still just bugs me about him, though it'd be nice to have some real facts...

Crispy · November 2006

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Crispy @ Nov 7 2006, 11:28 PM) [snapback]1574518[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>My vote? Seeing as we're dangerously close to a lynch, I'm going to hold onto it for now. I can afford to get a phantom if that's what's needed to bring the wolves out of the woodwork.</div><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'>Hell, it's been over 12 hours since the day started, and there hasn't been a single vote... Someone needs to start this.</div>Nobody needed to start the vote, because if nobody votes then the wolves will have no control over who is voted off unless they lay down votes. If we all keep hold of our votes the only people who have to come forward are Black Mage and Swiftspear (who have phantoms). Neither of these two has given proper explanations for any of his votes, so for me this would be a good way to get these silent guys talking.

Unlike some people here, I'm absolutely fine with having people PM me if they want to keep their general anonymity, I'm not pushing for the roles to come out unless it's in the human's best interests. I may have started this "tell us, tell us" bandwagon, but I don't want to be associated with everyone who's jumped on it since because some people seem to be doing so purely to create pressure, and pressure brings mistakes.

I'm still holding back on my vote unless I get some info. I'd like to hear Xentor explain why he felt it neccessary to open the floodgates and until I do I'm considering it either very wolfish or very foolish.

Xentor · November 2006

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Crispy @ Nov 8 2006, 09:37 AM) [snapback]1574729[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>
I'm still holding back on my vote unless I get some info. I'd like to hear Xentor explain why he felt it neccessary to open the floodgates and until I do I'm considering it either very wolfish or very foolish.
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If no one votes, and everyone just sits here agreeing with everyone else, then we don't learn anything. A vote isn't final until the day ends, but it's a statement. Kind of the equivalent of the old saying... "Put your money where your mouth is."

Besides, if we all hold onto our votes, we'll have a lot of last-minute stuff, which won't give us time to react before the day ends. I say we get some of the votes down early, so we have time to analyze everything. Otherwise, the wolves can just come in at the last minute, pop three extra votes on some random person, and win.

You think that's wolfish? I think it's prudent.

TWG VIII: The Froimor Incident

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