Yup, pretty sure it's shadow-thor, and should have moved from peng to shadow to avoid hark being dumb.
I've considered scum!hark recognising his play style from the last game, and replicating it here to his benefit, but his general attitude and the fact he got offended at being called bad suggests that's not the case.
I'm still around. It's surreal being stuck to this noose for so long.
Apologies to Hark for the moron comment. I was just a bit pissed as it seemed to be entirely emotion driven. The whole "GD right you're F'ing scum" didn't help my state of mind.
Also can't shake the thought that you are the active scum partner tasked with buddying those who look town, while your partner lurks. Two scum lurkers seems odd for an experienced team.
So not a lot you can really answer, just things to think about on my re-read.
In post 1438, Harkonnen97 wrote:Why the fuck is everybody townreading me. Some people said why, others just sheeped on that and are treating me like a confirmed town. I dont like that
And this is worth thinking more about, considering it is admitted drunk-posting.
Regarding activity, I don't think that's alignment dependent for thor, or most players at a certain level. And I don't think I would change my level of activity at all according to what my scumbuddy does.
My voting record is generally like this, since I think I'm better at getting reads by talking to people than by jumping around wagons. Also, D1 I was most confident in my MT read, and generally think that players like thor are best copped or allowed to be NKed.
And in case I don't get to say it, I'm sorry for attacking you, hark. I let my attack of your play spill over too much into an attack on you, which I shouldn't have.
**He, him, and his all are meant to be gender neutral pronouns.
BlankFace's corpse lies on the ground like a little bitch.
"Um, are you assholes serious?" asks a policeman. "You're telling me you accused him of murdering innocentvillager, he tried to run, you (pointing to you) grabbed his foot, and he accidentally smashed his head against that glass?"
"Yep. Like that one scene from Breaking Bad where Ted slips on his own carpet, but this time, Blanky over here wasn't even as luc..."
"Oh fucking hell just shut up, this is why I hate lawyers. Anyway, just get the hell out of here."
You return home, groggy, confused, and as paranoid as ever. Who the hell are these two guys on the board? What were they even trying to accomplish? You wonder...
You wake up, realizing that you've collapsed on the kitchen floor, and that it's already morning.
"Shit! I overslept!" you think.
Time to go back to the office?
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It's an awkward day at the office.
You run back to the conference room. You count the people: 1, 2, 3, 4... 5... 6... that's it? Oh, and there's you, so 7.
But someone's missing! Who is it?
"Yo where the hell have you been?"
"Sorry, I overslept."
"Naw don't give me that! Shit, whatever. Anyway, have you seen Creature?"
"No, why?"
"Yeah unlike your lazy ass, Creature never comes late. Fuck. Where is this dude?"
You all speculate on where he could be. You finally find a note on the ground that was probably dropped by someone:
There's also a little picture of him on it, dead in his house, with extensive notes on who might've killed innocentvillager.
"Oh hell no!" shouts PenguinPower. "Y...y..yeah I'm getting the fuck out of here! I'm going to the fuckin cops, there's no way in hell we can handle this shit alone!!"
"Wait a second asshole, you're not exempt from this! We suspect you too!"
"Yeah, you Antarctica loving piece of shit! You think we want to do this either?"
"What a selfish dick! Get him!"
You all restrain PenguinPower, making sure he doesn't leave. He's going crazy, you can just see it.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU PSYCHOS KILLED THEM? YEAH COME OUT NOW, FUCKFACES! OR YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TOO!"
"Penguin, relax! Chill out bro!"
He wrestles from your control.
"I... I.. bet it was you... you, Thor, wasn't it? You coming in late was too much of a shitfest, huh? Yeah... yeah... I'LL FUCKING GET YOU!!!"
PenguinPower lunges at Thor665, trying to pummel him to the ground. There's blood everywhere as you help to restrain Penguin and Thor from killing each other.
You all finally get a grip on PenguinPower. He thrashes around awkwardly, as if he's trying to fly out of your control but he obviously can't. He punches you in the face, and you almost black out. The next thing you fuzzily see is Harkonnen97 pushing him back a little too hard on accident, and he crashes out of the window, tumbling down to the ground like a flightless bird before splatting right on the side of the pavement.
"Hark... Hark what the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm just... I'm just drunk that's all, and besides how the hell did I know he was going to tumble out the fucking window?"
You all hope he was guilty. But how could he have faked the insanity?
"I bet these sadistic fucks are gonna leave a note again. Look for a slip of paper or some shit. And watch everyone's hands!" you hear someone shout.
10 minutes pass. No one sees a note. You're watching everyone's hands like a hawk, now that your vision is coming back to you.
"Fuck it, let's get out of here. Maybe we should search his house," you suggest.
"Yeah, I agree. But do you really think we'll find anything?"
"Might as well check."
You all get ready to head for the door, when the same officer that came yesterday comes barging in.
"You fucking lawyers wanna explain the call I got about a dead lawyer flattened like a pancake in the middle of the street?? Oh, and maybe talk about that giant hole in your window?"
"Officer, I swear, it was an acc..."
The lights suddenly shut off and there's a panic. There's still some light coming from the window, but not enough. Someone turns the lights back on, and you see the horrible, horrible note under the table in the room.
PenguinPower,
Vanilla Townie
, was lynched day 2.
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It is now Night 2.
Night actions are due to me in 48 hours, or in (expired on 2016-08-04 00:32:00).
