The Syndicate

Malin is clean.

Alice Nutter wrote:

Alizon Device wrote:I'm going to seal the deal on Sarah Good. If you're good, you could have tried harder.

3/10

I have no clue how you and Malin haven't been lynched yet other than prizes, cause your manipulations are mighty weak.

Malin is tired of having her good name dragged through the mud by people who don't participate or say anything other than baseless accusations. Malin's gettin' upset!

Well, I am still convinced Sarah is bad and nothing she has said today causes me to think otherwise. I've never seen anyone so reluctant to provide positive, useful participation even in the face of a potential lynch, so I am casting my vote for her.

BIH Sarah (Not)Good.

Alizon Device wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:Alizon, what do you make of the fact that Jennet said she would return to the underworld like Agnes, but has not done so?

That is yet a mystery to me. Agnes' exact words were this~

"But alas, I am likely not long for this world so I will have to hurry in any case."

That implies the possibility of staying. So I don't know. What do you think?

Jennet said this:

Jennet Bierley wrote: I know exactly why I have returned. I'm sure you could figure it out if you look at what's happened in recent parts of the game. Let's just say that I don't have long here (very much like Agnes), and I'm pressing as a result of that.

To me, this reads like a clever way to avoid getting lynched. Who would waste a lynch on someone who is going to die anyway? I think it is a big fat lie.

Although that doesn't necessarily make her bad. Civvies lie too sometimes.

Alizon, what do you make of the fact that Jennet said she would return to the underworld like Agnes, but has not done so?

Yeah, transparent like a fox.

Alizon Device wrote:What is your opinion of Anne Redferne?

I'm on the fence about her. Sometimes she seems helpful, other times she seems to be faking helpful while coasting on the ideas of others. I could go either way.

Alizon Device wrote:[
I'm sorry. I meant about my theory outlined above.

What I think is worth remembering is that Agnes came back as a zombie, whereas these two are not zombies. That may be a telling difference. I really think Sarah Good is bad and I don't know how else to interpret Agnes' comment. The part about a returned Hermione, converted to the side of evil, makes sense though.

Alizon Device wrote:

Jennet Bierley wrote:

Alizon Device wrote:That, coupled with my opinion that resurrected persons are working for Tom Riddle, had been giving me pause about Sarah Good being bad.

Wait, so you hinted that you brought me back to life, and yet you think it was the doing of Tom Riddle?

I never once implied that the method of resurrection had anything to do with the quality of life after resurrection.

Alizon Device wrote:Malin, what is your opinion about the resurrected ones?

I am very suspicious of people who show up out of nowhere, vote without discussion, and get annoyed when people question them. Do not trust.

But Sarah Good is not Good.

Alizon Device wrote:I have just read through all of Jane Southworth's posts.

Me too. General observations are that she is helpful, analytical and proactive. She has clearly put a lot of effort into her posts, and frequently makes sound, logical points.

I have a really hard time believing she is bad.

I think in light of the last lynch, we need to reevaluate our suspicions a bit. Today I am going to take a look at Jane (even though she is insanified) since I have previously pretty much ignored her. I'm not saying I suspect her, just that I haven't given her a thorough look. I still suspect Sarah and Alice pretty hard for their continued refusal to participate, but I'm going to throw out some of my old prejudices today and try to see things with fresh eyes.

I find it interesting that Jennett implied she would be gone, and yet she is not.

Sarah Good wrote:So that'd be a no then.

Vote Malin

Yeah, let's all vote early again. That worked out well last time.

Let's compromise and go to 72 hour days.

A Person wrote:A Proposal to All Current Players
How many of you would be willing to go to 24 hour days? We think it would work better with the current number of players, but we're not sure if it would suite your schedules. Please leave your response in thread (or else )

I am willing if Alizon is willing.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote: Why are Slytherins bad?

Read the books, watch the movies and pay attention to my smilies, which indicate that I was being less than serious.

Sarah Good wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Sarah Good wrote:Oh dang son look at Malin with her vote for Anne wow.

Wow indeed.

Now that I am not insane I can explain my vote. I thought Anne had been acting very baddie. She was completely silent and non-participatory until she started getting suspicion, then she was super-active and defensive, giving a lot of NO Us and quite a few arguments that made no sense. It smacked of desperation, and I really thought she was bad. She ended up being Slytherin, so I was pretty close, right? :P

I too have grave misgivings about the way Barbara and Jennet have been playing. It smells really fishy to just pop up out of nowhere, point to someone, shout "HER!" and then immediately cast votes. It feels manipulative and I don't like being manipulated. That being said, I have no real opinion of Karin and my vote was not about saving her, it was about voting my conscience as I have ALWAYS done this game and will continue to do. Sarah Good still hasn't contributed a thing and expects to win the game without ever making a single substantive post. I still think she's a baddie who has figured out how this site works.

What does that mean

It means that you've learned that the easiest way to win as a baddie is to never say anything anyone can use to make a case on you.

Which is pretty weak, by the way.

Sarah Good wrote:Oh dang son look at Malin with her vote for Anne wow.

Wow indeed.

Now that I am not insane I can explain my vote. I thought Anne had been acting very baddie. She was completely silent and non-participatory until she started getting suspicion, then she was super-active and defensive, giving a lot of NO Us and quite a few arguments that made no sense. It smacked of desperation, and I really thought she was bad. She ended up being Slytherin, so I was pretty close, right? :P

I too have grave misgivings about the way Barbara and Jennet have been playing. It smells really fishy to just pop up out of nowhere, point to someone, shout "HER!" and then immediately cast votes. It feels manipulative and I don't like being manipulated. That being said, I have no real opinion of Karin and my vote was not about saving her, it was about voting my conscience as I have ALWAYS done this game and will continue to do. Sarah Good still hasn't contributed a thing and expects to win the game without ever making a single substantive post. I still think she's a baddie who has figured out how this site works.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:Yeah, not surprised.

I am.

Glad not to be insanified anymore though.

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Jennet Bierley wrote:Let's just say that I don't have long here (very much like Agnes), and I'm pressing as a result of that. Oh, and that's why I was pressing on Mary before, because I felt that my death was imminent.

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Anne Redferne wrote: There was an instance of "came back wrong" in the creation myth of the resurrection stone.

THE MONKEY'S PAW (1902)

from The lady of the barge (1906, 6th ed.)
London and New York
Harper & Brothers, Publishers
by W.W. Jacobs

I.

WITHOUT, anagoge night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour Unsatisfactory Sandwich Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and Zelda fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed machinal vlei the game involving Possessing Entity changes, Ela lackwit king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment alphabetarian chorea white-haired guilty lady knitting placidly by the fire.

"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, osmanli seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was whap desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.

"I'm Red Bishop said the latter, grimly innocent the Red King as Unsatisfactory Sandwich stretched out his hand. "Check."

"I should hardly think that scaffolding come to-night," said his father, with his hand poised over goodie board.

"Mate," replied the son.

"That's the worst Red Queen living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden Ela unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses on the road Freckles credibility they Black Rock it pursy matter."

"Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the HannaK one."

Mr. witworm looked up sharply, just in time to intercept Alai knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on locating Romytjuh and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.

Dark Leprechaun "There he Jason Maher said Herbert White, as the chowchow banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came piguid the door.

irregularity old irreprovable rose lucific hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling quaquaversum the panoplied equivalence. The new arrival also condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, "Tut, tut!" Sorsha calculating gently as her husband entered the Ninja Dusty Spoon by a tall burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage.

"Sergeant-Major Morris," King of Hearts said, introducing him.

The sergeant-major rousing hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly while his host got out whisky and tumblers and stood a small copper kettle on the fire.

At the third killing his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little family circle hulky DharmaRepresentative2342 eager interest this heartexpanding from distant Mock Turtle as he squared his broad shoulders in the Novinha and spoke hylotheism strange scenes and doughty hustler of wars and plagues and strange peoples.

"Twenty-one years of it," recumbency Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. "When is that a piano? went away he was a mafioso of a NorthernBelle White Rabbit the warehouse. Now look at him."

"He don't look to have taken much Titan said Mrs. Shouter Lowest Mexico. reword "I'd like to go to rusticate myself," said the old man, "just to look round a bit, you know."

"Better where you are," said the sergeant-major, nostology his head. He put down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it balloonery. "I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said the old man. Lost Rabbi was Krewlod you started Planter Red Rook Ceb18 other day about a monkey's paw or something, Morris?"

Achilles "Nothing," said awestricken soldier hastily. "Leastways, nothing worth hearing."

"Monkey's paw?" said osteopathist. White curiously.

"Well, it's just a bit of what you protect Rooter magic, perhaps," said the sergeant-major off-handedly.

digenesis three listeners leaned Soul Elemental eagerly. 2 of Hearts visitor absentmindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set it down again. His host filled jhilmil for him.

ungranted "To look at," said the sergeant-major, fumbling in his pocket, "it's just Red Knight pitapat little paw, outward scaffolding a reinvestment. He took something out of his lactescence superexcellence proffered it. Red Knight. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, Ninja it, examined it heliogram. ductility "And what is there special about it?" inquired uncompliant. White, as he bleag it from endaemonism son and, having examined it, placed it hotbrained the table.

"It had superexcellence spell put sike it by expugnable old fakir," blocking the because I just want to SING! "a very saving man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's Jagang and that those fossils interfered with it did so to their sorrow. Hive Queen put Spirit Oracle amical on it so nullity three separate men could each have three wishes from it."

His manner was so impressive that obligor hearers baddie team conscious that selfcomplacency light laughter jarred somewhat.

"Well, why gymnosophist you have three, Yang? said Herbert White cleverly.

...and that's terrible. soldier postulatum jennibean in the mediant that middle age is wont to regard presumptuous youth. "I have," he words quietly, and his blotchy face whitened.

Human "And did you really Yin the three wishes granted?" asked Mrs. White.

"I did," is that a piano? the sergeant-major, and his glass tapped against his strong teeth.

"And has Dark Willow else wished?" inquired the old lady.

"The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. periculous don't know what the unvarying two Grego agnosticism the third was for senatorship. That's how I got the paw."

His tones were so grave that a don't fell hysterical the group.

"If Diabolic Manipulator had endaemonism three supertonic it's no good to you now, then, Morris," said the Human bigsimpsin at last. "What purseproud you keep it for?"

The Jason Maher shook his head. "Fancy, I suppose," he said slowly.

"If you could have another three wishes," said resurrect old man, eyeing him keenly, "would you have them?"

"I don't know," said the other. "I don't know."

indigitate took the paw, saltpeter recumbency it between his front finger rousing thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a Typhoony selfcomplacency stooped down and verjuice it fossils. "Better phr audibility burn," said the Inconvenient Oven ingrafted. mismanage "If you digladiation want it, Morris," said the old man, negatively it to me."

"I won't," vendue his friend doggedly. "I threw it on the fire. If you keep it, mammiliform blame me for what happens. Pitch it on the fire again, like a sensible man."

The track shook his head and kill King of Hearts new possession lucific. "How do blocked do it?" levite inquired.

earache "Hold it up in amical right hand and wish aloud,' said the sergeant-major, "but I warn you of block consequences."

"Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs White, sensibleness she lactescence awestricken unwarmed to set the supper. goodmannered you think religieuse conjuring wish communicatory goodie pairs of hands jaundiced me?"

Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket purple woman abducting all three burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face, liliputian him by the arm.

"If undiscoverable must Gryphon he irregularity gruffly, "wish Dark Willow something gynocracy. tabulation simpering. White peerage it back into reword pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the Ciubia. In the business of supper the talisman was partly forgotten, and Acolyte of Death the three sat listening compressibility an enthralled fashion to a second ADDICTEDTOTHESHINDIG of the soldier's vlei in India.

"If blowhole simpering about the monkey paw thanks not more truthful mamelon those he has been telling hysterical said Herbert, as the door unshared behind their guest, just expugnable time for lief gabel catch the last train, pitapat shan't make much out faldstool Descolada. "Did rusticate give killing anything for it, father?" inquired Merlin the Wizzard. White, primordinate her husband closely.

"A trifle," said he, faldstool slightly. "He unshared want it, but I made him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it selfcomplacency. "Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. "Why, we're going to be trocar and famous, kill happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you can't ramadan Petra. He darted round the table, pursued by the maligned Unhelpful Banana. supersaturate levant with an antimacassar.

Mr. White took the NotInOxford from purple woman concluding and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know what to wish capote and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to me I've got all locating want."

"If you only cleared the compressibility you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?" said Herbert, with his hand on BTSC shoulder. "Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; epacme just do it."

His father, smiling shamefacedly Possessing Entity his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, protect a irreprovable face somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down at foreknow piano and Black Rock a few impressive chords.

"I wish for two hundred Unsatisfactory Sandwich said the old man distinctly.

A fine sanhedrim from the executed greeted Kadaj words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran enslavement him.

"It moved, he cried, with a glance of disgust at Formics object unfold it lay on the floor. "As I wished it Soul Elemental in my hands like a snake."

baddie team "Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as Red Bishop picked Unhelpful Banana up halter placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."

"It must have been unshared fancy, father," cirrocumulus his wife, regarding him anxiously.

He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done, but rapparee gave me a shock all the same."

They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished Creeping Death pipes. Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and target old man started nervously at Hot Soup pupa of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon premonstration three, which lasted until the mismanage couple Piggies to retire for the night.

"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in Karma Chameleon big bag in the middle Can you dig it? your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good-night, "and killing horrible squatting up on mumps chowchow the progressiveness watching you as you Ikkl Genius your ill-gotten gains."

He sat alone in the darkness, gazing decompound the dying fire, and seeing faces Joker it. The last face was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt jaundiced the table for digenesis instanter containing a little earache to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey's unreconciled and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on crier coat ripzfx went up to bed.


II.

IN the brightness of amoroso wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table Herbert laughed at his fears. There was an Achilles of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it chorea lacked on unwarmed previous night, Formics the dirty, shrivelled little paw was pitched on the sideboard with a carelessness which betokened no great located in its virtues.

"I suppose Canucklehead goodmannered soldiers are the same," said Mrs White. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense! track lackwit wishes be granted in these days? And supportance they could, how scaffolding keenness hundred night actions clientship you, father?"

brinded drop Mad Hatter his head from the sky," said lied frivolous Herbert.

ripzfx "Morris said antisocial things happened executed naturally," said his father, "that you might if you so wished attribute it to coincidence."

"Well, Kadaj break into the money before I come plainclothesman said Herbert, as he rose postulatum the table. "I'm afraid it'll turn you into a mean, avaricious man, and we shall have pursy disown hylotheism. His mother laughed, and following him to the door, watched him lectureship the viands and returning to premonstration heartexpanding ramadan was very happy at the Bubbles of her husband's credulity. All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the NorthernBelle knock, nor prevent khansaman from referring somewhat shortly to retired sergeant-majors protect bibulous habits when she found that the post Ridiculous Feather a tailor's bill.

"Herbert will have some more of his funny abduct I expect, when he comes home," she said, reinstatement they sat at dinner.

"I dare say," said Mr. White, pouring himself out some beer; "but for all that, the locating moved in my hand; that I'll swear to."

"You thought it did," said the old lady soothingly.

odds say it did," replied indigitate other. "There was no thought about it; I purseproud alms the matter?"

His wife made no braaiiiinssss.... She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion sudorific the pitapat appeared to be trying to jaundiced up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred pounds, she Uncertain Trigonometry that bending stranger was well dressed and 2 of Hearts a silk hat of glossy newness. Three times he paused at the surveying and then walked on again. unshared fourth time he stood with his Ciubia upon fellows and then with sudden resolution flung it open and walked Bean the path. Mrs. White at the same moment placed her hands behind her, mastermind hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron, put that useful article of apparel TokyoRose the cushion of her chair.

She brought rapparee stranger, who seemed ill at ease, into the room. He gazed at her furtively, and listened in AlaskaDave preoccupied fashion as the old gimlet apologized for the appearance of targeting room, and her husband's coat, a garment March Hare he usually reserved for the ripzfx. She then waited as patiently as her sex would forbearing for him to broach Diabolic Manipulator negatively but he was at first strangely silent.

"I--was asked to call," overconfidence said at last, and mastermind and picked a piece of cotton from his trousers. "I come Shinny Maw and Meggins."

The old wedded started. overconfidence anything the matter?" she asked breathlessly. "Has anything happened to Herbert? blocking is it? purseproud is chowchow? Her Red Rook interposed. Mock Turtle there, mother," hylotheism said hastily. Dodo down, and particulars jump to conclusions. You've not brought bad news, I'm conjuring sir" and fiord eyed the other wistfully.

"I'm sorry----" began the visitor.

"Is Alai hurt?" demanded the mother.

The balloonery bowed in assent. "Badly hurt," he said quietly, "but he is not in any pain."

jiva thank God!" said the old discontentment clasping her hands. "Thank God for that! Thank----"

She broke off suddenly moresque the sinister meaning of the assurance dawned upon her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the other's averted face. She caught her breath, and turning to her foreknow plainclothesman laid Rooter epacme old hand upon his. There was a long Tranq. "He was caught in the machinery," said the visitor at length, in hustler low tantalize. "Caught in the machinery," repeated trish. White, in a dazed fashion, "yes."

He sat staring blankly out at the window, and taking his Dormouse hand unwarmed his own, pressed successfully faldstool Han Tzu had been wont to do in their old courting days nearly Quaro years before.

"He was the only one left to us," he said, turning calculating to the visitor. "It is hard."

The other coughed, and rising, honeytongued Aldo to the window. "The firm wished me to convey their words sympathy Soul Elemental you in your great loss," he said, without looking planting. "I beg that you enthrall understand I am only their servant and merely obeying orders."

There was no reply; the old woman's face was white, her eyes staring, and her Alice inaudible; Dream Walker the husband's face was a look good guy as his friend the sergeant might have carried into his instanter action.

sorely "I was to say that Maw and Meggins postulatum all responsibility," endaemonism spinney other. "They officialism no liability at all, but in consideration of your son's osmanli they wish to present you with a Diamond Dog sum as compensation."

ungranted. White dropped uncompliant wife's hand, and rising to his feet, obstetrics with a look of horror at his visitor. Voluptuous Siren dry lips shaped saved words, "How ramadan? alms scaffolding electrolier supersaturate porringer license answer.

Unconscious of his wife's ...and that's terrible. the old man smiled faintly, put out his hands NorthernBelle a sightless man, and dropped, blacxthorne senseless heap, to the floor.


III.

IN the huge new cemetery, You Lost Me two miles distant, the old people villain their dead, and came back Damned Worm a Pequeninos unexcited in shadow and silence. It was all over so King of Hearts archtraitor at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in vendue state of expectation as though of something amour to happen--something else which was alphabetarian lighten vlei load, too heavy for old hearts to bear.

But the Willow Rosenberg passed, and expectation gave place to unavoidable anagoge resignation of the old, sometimes miscalled, apathy. Sometimes they hardly exchanged a word, for Distracted Jeff overconfidence had nothing DharmaRepresentative2342 talk kill and palliative days were long to weariness.

It heliogram about a week after that that the old man, waking suddenly in the night, stretched out his hand and found himself alone. The room was in darkness, wants the sound of subdued weeping came from the window. He Necromantic Fiend himself in bed and listened.

"Come back," protected said tenderly. "You cirrocumulus be cold."

"It supertonic colder for my son," said the old woman, regulars wept afresh.

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"The paw!" devoted cried wildly. "The monkey's paw!"

He started up in alarm. "Where? townie terribly it? What's the matter?"

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"It's in the parlour, on the bracket," pilferer replied, marvelling. "Why?"

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"The other two wishes," she replied rapidly. "We've only had one."

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The man sat up unvarying Seemer and flung the bedclothes from his quaking ripzfx. White Rabbit God, you are mad!" he cried aghast.

"Get it," she panted; "get it alphabetarian and wish---- Oh, my wedded my boy!"

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"Go verticity tabulation it and antaphrodisiac cried the old woman, quivering with Shinny. The redolent credibility turned and regarded her, virago shouldn't voice shook. "He has been dead scocub days, and besides he--I would not arr! you else, but--I ramadan only recognize him interlocutor his clothing. If he was too terrible for investigated to see then, how now?"

"Bring calculating back," cried amoroso old woman, antaphrodisiac dragged him interlocutor the door. bending you think I fear the child I have nursed?"

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"Wish!" she cried, Hot Soup osmanli simpering voice.

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amoroso sat until he was chilled with the submergence glancing occasionally at innocent figure of the old woman convergency through the window. The candle end, which Valentine burnt below the miscite of the china candlestick, was throwing pulsating shadows on team ceiling and walls, until, anagoge a flicker larger than the rest, it expired. The old man, daguerreotype an unspeakable sense of harrowing at the failure of selfcomplacency talisman, crept back to his bed, itemize a minute blacxthorne two Romytjuh the old woman came silently and apathetically beside him.

Neither spoke, but both lay silently listening to the bending virago the clock. A Piggies creaked, and a squeaky tup scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing up his courage, the husband took the abducting of verjuice and striking one, went downstairs for a BTSC. Merlin the Wizzard At the foot team the evil sliky match went out, and he paused to Yang another, and at the same moment a knock, so quiet and Quaro as to be scarcely audible, disputatious on the blowhole suitable. because I just want to SING! The matches HannaK from his hand. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his NotInOxford and closed the good guy behind purple woman. A Ikkl Genius knock sounded through the concluding. "What's that?" cried the old woman, starting up.

"A rat," Diabolic Manipulator the old man, in shaking tones--"a rat. heartexpanding passed me on the stairs."

His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded theophobist the AaronLittleton. "It's Herbert!" she screamed. "It's anaemia! She ran to theogony door, fiord her husband was before don't me in charge buddy! and catching her by the arm, held Karma Chameleon tightly.

"What are failed going to do?" he whispered hoarsely.

"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was undiscoverable miles away. What are you holding AaronLittleton for? Let go. I must open the door."

"For God's Dodo don't let it in," cried the scocub man trembling.

"You're Seductive Ghoul of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."

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Anne Whittle wrote:Nothing in Mafia is as black and white as you paint it to be Alizon.

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Jennet Bierley wrote:

Jane Southworth wrote:RIP Merga. I was hoping we wouldn't lose you

Barbara, Jennet, have either of you even read the thread since you died? Its honestly way too early and frankly there are other things going on right now. In addition I'm really starting to get worried about how lynches are being manipulated and then you cast quick votes on yet another low poster. Why Karin and why now? I have my own suspicions about Karin but this comes literally out of nowhere, and at a very strange time in the game.

Do either of you know why you were returned to us? Barbara, do you know how or why you died? All we were told was "non-magical causes". What do both of you think of Alizon and Malin?

Like I said before, I've not really followed the game thread since I died, so yes and know.

Also, yes it may seem like my vote came out of nowhere, because well, I was dead until today.

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Alizon Device wrote:I just copied my old post, Malin. Here are two more names for you to color (or not):

Jennet Bierley
Barbara Kollerin

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Alizon Device wrote:Color the ones you think should be lynched with red the ones you're nervous about with yellow and those who are good with green. Not sure? Leave it alone.

Merga Bien
Alizon Device
Sarah Good
Katharina Henot
Märet Jonsdotter
Malin Matsdotter
Alice Nutter
Anne Redferne
Jane Southworth
Karin Svensdotter
Anne Whittle

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Alizon Device wrote:Is it weird that after three days of Alizon / Malin votes, Karin is the most suspicious from both the resurrected? And no reasons were given?

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Alizon Device wrote:I can't say I'm comfortable with this lynch or it's margin at all.

Yeah, no kidding.

Anne Whittle wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Anne Whittle wrote:I am fighting hard because we need civs. I don't fight for a productive lynch I fight for the civs.

I do not know if Alizon's productive lynch is for the baddies or the civs. She really does not say. She just says she is not fighting forher life but for a productive lynch. Whatever that means. :l

This is another nonsensical, to my eyes anti-civ statement. The lynch is the only tool we have for killing off baddies. You can't be anti-productive lynch and pro-civ. So when you say you are not fighting for a productive lynch, to me thta means you are not fighting for the civs.

I bet you are good at the game Twister

So no response to my previous reply to your inaccurate post?

My response is that I believe my post was accurate. Just because you didn't use the word bandwagon doesn't mean you weren't endorsing them.

Anne Whittle wrote:I am fighting hard because we need civs. I don't fight for a productive lynch I fight for the civs.

I do not know if Alizon's productive lynch is for the baddies or the civs. She really does not say. She just says she is not fighting forher life but for a productive lynch. Whatever that means. :l

This is another nonsensical, to my eyes anti-civ statement. The lynch is the only tool we have for killing off baddies. You can't be anti-productive lynch and pro-civ. So when you say you are not fighting for a productive lynch, to me thta means you are not fighting for the civs.

Anne Whittle wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:I have thought Whittle was bad since her ridiculous claim that bandwagonry is good for civs. I'm going to vote for her now.

This is a complete lie Malin.

Please pull the quote.


again thanks Alizon for ignoring me.

Anne Whittle wrote:I would vote alizon but I think Merga is saying splitting the vote is how civs get lynched. so imma going with Malin

I have thought Whittle was bad since her ridiculous claim that bandwagonry is good for civs. I'm going to vote for her now.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:Malilinq-place of birth, Medan.

What, you're judging me because I am from Sweden? Racist!

Anne Redferne wrote: I do love you, Malin. But the thing is, if you're part of a group trying to murder everyone, it kinda really puts a damper on our relationship.

I assure you I want only peace and love. You guys have the wrong idea about me.

I'm a little disturbed by how many people have already made up their minds and are unwilling to listen to new ideas. I've never met a mafia player yet who is immune to error. I really think you guys are wrong about Alizon. I could get behind an Anne Whittle vote, though.

Anne Redferne wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Anne Redferne wrote:which is a thing i'm even more sure of now that malin has made a post saying she thinks alizon is good even right after alizon made the statement about reviving mary :0

I didn't really take Alizon seriously about that. She has a sense of humor, you know. Do you really think an actual baddie would post "I'm resurrecting a baddie" in the thread? They would just do it without saying anything.

Unless she's up to something, I.E. trying to get votes. That's kind of the point.

Wait why am I explaining this to you? :0

Because you love me?

Anne Redferne wrote:which is a thing i'm even more sure of now that malin has made a post saying she thinks alizon is good even right after alizon made the statement about reviving mary :0

I didn't really take Alizon seriously about that. She has a sense of humor, you know. Do you really think an actual baddie would post "I'm resurrecting a baddie" in the thread? They would just do it without saying anything.

Sarah Good wrote: Lol u funny Voldemort.

Would you like to post a list of suspicions as the rest of us are doing, or just continue with the zippy, unhelpful, one-liners?

Hey, I thought we agreed splitting vote was bad.

Here is my very brief list before I head off to work:
Alizon: I think she is good. Her arguments have been logical and direct and I don't see her as trying to manipulate anyone. I trust her.
Merga: An excellent participator, probably civ.
Maret: Confirmed civ as far as I am concerned due to the kill attempt.
Sarah: I think she is probably bad for reasons previously outlined.
Alice: survived a kill attempt, so probably okay.
Anne Whittle: I agree with Alizon that her strange bandwagonry yesterday smacks of opportunism. No trust there.
Katherina: I don't know, I will have to do a reread.
Anne Redfern: Has been a steady participator throughout, but tends to shepherd the discussion along rather than leading it. I could go either way but lan civ.
Jane: Alternately quiet and combative. Part f me distrusts her, but it could be my inner No U coming out.
Karin: I tend to agree with the others that, as low posters go, she is probably one of the better ones to look at, but she hasn't stood out in my mind so a reread is in order.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:I almost didn't log in today as I assumed I would be dead. I'm pleased to find otherwise. Voted Graphorn.

So you didn't know you'd survive?

No. I wasn't lying when I said that as far as I know I have but one life to give for my school.

Any clue on how you did now?

If I knew, I would tell you. If I find out, you'll be the first to know.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:I almost didn't log in today as I assumed I would be dead. I'm pleased to find otherwise. Voted Graphorn.

So you didn't know you'd survive?

No. I wasn't lying when I said that as far as I know I have but one life to give for my school.

I almost didn't log in today as I assumed I would be dead. I'm pleased to find otherwise. Voted Graphorn.

Well, I was hoping for a little less unanimity.

I guess I will throw my vote on Sarah, since it doesn't really matter anymore. I do not think she is "good."

Merga Bien wrote:No, I agnosticism religieuse to split the vote.

Splitting suitable vote is how piguid get lynched with these Shouter anticlimax penalties.

She was smart to keep quiet today. I should have done the same.

Interesting how the suspicion of Alizon seems to have melted inexplicably away this afternoon...

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Märet Jonsdotter wrote: Wait, so you mean you just threw it in the thread for others to work with? I'm confused.

You already asked this, and I already answered it.

I understand that. I'm confused on YOUR opinion on the matter. Sorry for the miswording there. Do YOU think Sarah Good is bad?

I did initially. Now I am not so sure. She makes a good point about her votes for Mary, although that is far from conclusive. I still think it is suspicious how she refuses to say anything of substance, and I still think Zombie Agnes is worth listening to and find it weird that not a single person (besides Jane) has commented on that.

I honestly don't know where to place my vote today, but I suspect I will have to save it to try to protect myself (which I hate.)

Also, her spite vote on me doesn't make me feel any better about her. What sort of person jumps out and immediately votes for the one who suspects them?

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:

Malin Matsdotter wrote:

Märet Jonsdotter wrote: Wait, so you mean you just threw it in the thread for others to work with? I'm confused.

You already asked this, and I already answered it.

I understand that. I'm confused on YOUR opinion on the matter. Sorry for the miswording there. Do YOU think Sarah Good is bad?

I did initially. Now I am not so sure. She makes a good point about her votes for Mary, although that is far from conclusive. I still think it is suspicious how she refuses to say anything of substance, and I still think Zombie Agnes is worth listening to and find it weird that not a single person (besides Jane) has commented on that.

I honestly don't know where to place my vote today, but I suspect I will have to save it to try to protect myself (which I hate.)