Making Friends and Enemies - Game OVER

[MartinGG99]

The IRL timing of the posts seems odd but I kinda don't know what to make of it

also slightly bothersome if this is W/V then how did Mikey know that FG was playing poker unless he brought something from their friendship into the game

[nutella]

She said mason without caps earlier but when the shit hit the fan she kept saying NOT WOLF

Thats not how mason buddies defend each other

Its way more likely she would have kept screaming bot to yeet the MASON buddy

I think FG is VT who townread mikey and she didnt wanna lie / cover too much so saying NOT WOLF over MASON was a compromise between being honest and providing cover

I agree with this

[ts account]

The IRL timing of the posts seems odd but I kinda don't know what to make of it

also slightly bothersome if this is W/V then how did Mikey know that FG was playing poker unless he brought something from their friendship into the game

she told me in mason chat and since she hadn't read before checking the thread, didn't know I had already told the thread what she'd been doing rofl

[nutella]

please be careful about OGI stuff kasjdf;lksjdfk;saldj;flksjd;flasj

[MartinGG99]

Are you worried about being accused of sheeping?

I'm worried about people getting that misconception, yes.

I also like emphasizing being an independent thinker. If I ever do sheep I will specifically mention it.

[ts account]

Even though martin was one of the voters on me I find it hard to suss them tbh

I disagree with a lot of their thought process but it's pretty clear, if they were a wolf I wouldn't even be mad

[MartinGG99]

please be careful about OGI stuff kasjdf;lksjdfk;saldj;flksjd;flasj

I'll try.

But its kinda confusing when I'm not the origin for such hypotheticals or information that may have been OGI.

Either way I'm not in the mood for enticing a possible V/W world or whatever; if I had to choose between TS and FG it would always be TS regardless.

[ts account]

yall need to do a much better job, there's almost nobody in this roster that I can look at and say "yes I'm confident in their alignment"

[ts account]

I would definitely take a closer look at nutella tomorrow, they're capable of much more as town so seeing them slink around like this is unnerving
otherwise defer to fg

[ts account]

Spoiler: show

I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, and that no way of reaching that place would offer, till the following Monday.

As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford, thence to embark on their voyage, it may as well be related that I, for one, had no idea of so doing. For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft, because there was a fine, boisterous something about- everything connected with that famous old island, which amazingly pleased me. Besides though- New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolizing the business of whaling, and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her, yet Nantucket was her great original- the Tyre of this Carthage;- the place where the first dead American whale was stranded. Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen, the Red-Men, first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan? And where but from Nantucket, too, did that first adventurous little sloop put forth, partly laden with imported cobblestones- so goes the story- to throw at the whales, in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit?

Now having a night, a day, and still another night following before me in New Bedford, ere could embark for my destined port, it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold and cheerless. I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and only brought up a few pieces of silver,- So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the towards the north with the darkness towards the south- wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire the price, and don’t be too particular.

With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of “The Crossed Harpoons”- but it looked too expensive and jolly there. Further on, from the bright red windows of the “Sword-Fish Inn,” there came such fervent- rays, that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house, for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard, asphaltic pavement,- rather weary for me, when I struck my foot against the flinty projections, because from hard, remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight. Too expensive and jolly, again thought I, pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street, and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within. But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don’t you hear? get away from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the way. So on I went. I now by instinct followed the streets that took me waterward, for there, doubtless, were the cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns.

Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. At this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted. But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low, wide building, the door of which stood invitingly open. It had a careless look, as if it were meant for the uses of the public; so, entering, the first thing I did was to stumble over an ash-box in the porch. Ha! thought I, ha, as the flying particles almost choked me, are these ashes from that destroyed city, Gomorrah? But “The Crossed Harpoons,” and the “The Sword-Fish?”- this, then must needs be the sign of “The Trap.” However, I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within, pushed on and opened a second, interior door.

It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet. A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit. It was a negro church; and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and wailing and teeth-gnashing there. Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign of ‘The Trap!’

Moving on,- I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, and heard a forlorn creaking in the air; and looking up, saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it, faintly representing tall straight jet of misty spray, and these words underneath- “The Spouter Inn:- Peter Coffin.”

Coffin?- Spouter?- Rather ominous in that particular connexion, thought I. But it is a common name in Nantucket, they say, and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there. As the light looked so dim, and the place, for the time, looked quiet enough, and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district, and as the swinging sign had a poverty-stricken sort of creak to it, I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings, and the best of pea coffee.

It was a queer sort of place- a gable-ended old house, one side palsied as it were, and leaning over sadly. It stood on a sharp bleak corner, where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft. Euroclydon, nevertheless, is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in-doors, with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed. “In of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon,” says an old writer- of whose works I possess the only copy extant- “it maketh a marvellous difference, whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside, or whether thou observest it from that sashless window, where the frost is on both sides, and of which the wight Death is the only glazier.” True enough, thought I, as this passage occurred to my mind- old black-letter, thou reasonest well. Yes, these eyes are windows, and this body of mine is the house. What a pity they didn’t stop up the chinks and the crannies though, and thrust in a little lint here and there. But it’s too late to make any improvements now. The universe is finished; the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago. Poor Lazarus there, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow, and shaking off his tatters with his shiverings, he might plug up both ears with rags, and put a corn-cob into his mouth, and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon. Euroclydon! says old Dives, in his red silken wrapper- (he had a redder one afterwards) pooh, pooh! What a fine frosty night; how Orion glitters; what northern lights! Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories; give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals.

But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here? Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator; yea, ye gods! go down to the fiery pit itself, in order to keep out this frost?

Now, that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives, this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas. Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans.

But no more of this blubbering now, we are going a-whaling, and there is plenty of that yet to come. Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet, and see what sort of a place this “Spouter” may be.

[chardonnay]

Player Enrique has subbed out. Player MacDougall takes his place.

[MacDougall]

Sup fuckers

[ts account]

hi mac
I'm outted mason, FG is my partner, and some people tried to lynch me today anyway
we're going to breadcrumb our target

[MacDougall]

Someone sub out so Mac can get into the game and tell me if that smiley face from Enrique is townie or wolfy.

very scummy

[MacDougall]

hi mac
I'm outted mason, FG is my partner, and some people tried to lynch me today anyway
we're going to breadcrumb our target

what you targeting them with?

[ts account]

hi mac
I'm outted mason, FG is my partner, and some people tried to lynch me today anyway
we're going to breadcrumb our target

what you targeting them with?

masonizer/cop shot

[MacDougall]

Alison was progressing confidently. She knew, with her bold mason claim shining uncontested, that she was going to have to act quickly and decisively in order to get the town on the right track. She had the confidence of the people, and was already detecting the subtle flavour of wolves feeling intimidated, a tang in the air that only the rising fear of cowards could produce.

tutuu was yet to reappear since the early mason bombshell had gently ripped through the thread. One could only assume that tutuu would confirm the clear and calculated claim before long.

Then there was Wilgy. Standardized, stale entrance. Off-topic talk, with a dash of humour and a touch of self-deprecation - a search for pity, perhaps? Long Con furrowed his brow, unimpressed as he marked Wilgy downward. Not a great first impression.

This dude's scum.

Probably not actually no

[nutella]

Someone sub out so Mac can get into the game and tell me if that smiley face from Enrique is townie or wolfy.

very scummy

lol

[nutella]

did the update mess up your avatar

pls fix you guys blend together

[MacDougall]

I like that you like first post reads, falcon. What do you think about nutella?

Struck me as an odd, not sure how to engage the game kinda post. Scum lean for sure.

*squints at this post*

[MacDougall]

did the update mess up your avatar

pls fix you guys blend together

would appear so, what a shame

[ts account]

did the update mess up your avatar

pls fix you guys blend together

just do what I do and disable image embeds, emotes, avatars, signatures, and other forms of eye candy

[nutella]

then everyone would blend together fuck that

[ts account]

well everyone has different usernames you see

[MacDougall]

tutuu observed long con's style with great interest. she didn't knew he was capable of being like this. she perceived him as very reserved, lowkey, and quiet. seeing him be on top of social things like this, and being so hilarious and towny and amusing and connected - CONNECTED was the most important part, tutuu felt - made her feel so delightful. its as if she finally was able to connect to long con's brain, and it was wonderful

lol stop im already dead

[MacDougall]

[VOTE: MacDougall] aubergine

lol what the fuck

[nutella]

Someone sub out so Mac can get into the game and tell me if that smiley face from Enrique is townie or wolfy.

very scummy

[VOTE: MacDougall] aubergine

lol what the fuck

seriously prescient

[MacDougall]

this is the most chill syndicate game ive seen in all months ive been on here

12 hours or so remain till eod and we at page 4

i rly dont predict we will go past page 6. willing to take any bets, any wager

Sorry to burst your bubble toots

[MacDougall]

i dream of becoming a stand up comedian

I dream of jeannie, but someone already beat me to it in the '60s.



Top 3 stand up comics of all time?

i dunno i dont dream of becoming a stand up comedian i was making an inside joke sorry!

Sunnova beech, I fell for that one. Now I have egg on my face, which is ok, cuz' it matches the egg I spilt on my paaaaaaaaaants

please just turbo this person

[MacDougall]

Oooh, LC and Alison have simila poe's. Are you two partners in an "I have a nightkill that I'll use" sort of way?

Marmot I know it's beneficial to push on town when you're mafia but you kinda need justification otherwise it's called powerwolfing bro.

I know you're rusty so I'll go easy.

[MacDougall]

tutuu scum lean
nutella null
NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME null
Alison town lean
ts account mason
Funnygurl555 mason
Marmot scum lean
MartinGG99 town lean
DrWilgy null
Long Con scum lean
Enrique null
Trustworthy Liberal null
falcon45ca null

Tutuu read is bad
Nutella read is aight
Nanook read is aight
Alison read is aight
Marmot read is good
Martin read is good
Wilgy read is aight
LC read is bad
Enrique read is bad as I am outed mafia
TL read is very bad, how can you have TL as null here?
Falcon read is also bad, he's playing scummy, just say he is scummy

[MacDougall]

Enrique looked horrible jumping onto Nanook after I did.


When I jumped onto Nanook, I believe ts had 6? Nanook 2? I didn't jump off ts, but where was Enriques vote before his jump? I'll have to check.


Anyways, his jump at EOD with no thread participation leading into it? Put Nanook at 4 to ts 6, possibly 5 if Nanook jumped from that wagon.



Scum. Book it.

Yeah you guys really should have seen that and nailed him for it ay

[ts account]

I almost always just null read TL on policy because their playstyle reads very LHF to me and it's hard for me to resolve
GTH them town though

[MacDougall]

Enrique looked horrible jumping onto Nanook after I did.


When I jumped onto Nanook, I believe ts had 6? Nanook 2? I didn't jump off ts, but where was Enriques vote before his jump? I'll have to check.


Anyways, his jump at EOD with no thread participation leading into it? Put Nanook at 4 to ts 6, possibly 5 if Nanook jumped from that wagon.



Scum. Book it.

this is way too gross of a push to be mafia lol

[MacDougall]

Falcon can be our resident wrong town that I shield all game

[MacDougall]

So I am humouring the idea that Alison fake claimed mason here and didn't anticipate the real mason's outing. Her play doesn't make any sense and she was absent during EOD while a town was dying which I kinda hate.

[Alison]

So I am humouring the idea that Alison fake claimed mason here and didn't anticipate the real mason's outing. Her play doesn't make any sense and she was absent during EOD while a town was dying which I kinda hate.

I miss 90% of EODs though and you know that. This read is total nonsense.

[MacDougall]

So I am humouring the idea that Alison fake claimed mason here and didn't anticipate the real mason's outing. Her play doesn't make any sense and she was absent during EOD while a town was dying which I kinda hate.

I miss 90% of EODs though and you know that. This read is total nonsense.

I don't think I've seen you miss a single EOD like ever what

[MacDougall]

I don't understand Alison's play here

Be real mason

Hard claim in first post

Hold the claim all day never rescind

It's weird and unlike her town game

[MacDougall]

Al and Nut scumming in a tree

[Trustworthy Liberal]

Am just gonna say we shouldn't over anilize the pair of masons till Day start no?

Either mafia self resolve it or we talk about it then to preovent giving additional info on the night kill.

[Trustworthy Liberal]

Also welcome Mac why don't you have an icon?

[MacDougall]

Also welcome Mac why don't you have an icon?

I did it to spite you scumlord

[Alison]

Al and Nut scumming in a tree

I wish, scumming with nutella would be pretty fun.

[MacDougall]

Question that goes nowhere = TL scum

POE here is Alison, Nutella, TL.

[MacDougall]

Al and Nut scumming in a tree

I wish, scumming with nutella would be pretty fun.

Nutella has somehow got into your account and is using it as a sock wtf

[Trustworthy Liberal]

Also welcome Mac why don't you have an icon?

I did it to spite you scumlord

It just makes it easyier to see whos posting
Either way feel night talking is werid and never really had it before.
Feels making any major cases or reads openly is negative as town can't act on it while mafia could.

[Trustworthy Liberal]

Question that goes nowhere = TL scum

POE here is Alison, Nutella, TL.

Comes in calls my scum reads just bad town and me scum
Seems someone is in a losing battle here.

[MacDougall]

Also welcome Mac why don't you have an icon?

I did it to spite you scumlord

It just makes it easyier to see whos posting
Either way feel night talking is werid and never really had it before.
Feels making any major cases or reads openly is negative as town can't act on it while mafia could.

Night chat is actually very swingy towards town obviously.

Scum can usually chat at night. Town can't. Now we can. It just extends what we can do.

This is scumthought here.

[MacDougall]

Question that goes nowhere = TL scum

POE here is Alison, Nutella, TL.

Comes in calls my scum reads just bad town and me scum
Seems someone is in a losing battle here.

I'm going to put scum KP on you tonight