Anyways, if that is a day power activation, I kind of hope it doesn't end the day or result in insta-lynch... I feel like we could have given Lav a chance to use her day power as @Ushaara suggested and clear her name properly.
Bleh, I don't know how I feel about your evidence for scum-tells being based on posting style in other games. I know it's hard to divorce what we know about people's play styles from other games, and we all refer back to other games for ease of justification, but new game should be clean slate and all that! People try out different play styles, especially if one play style gets you killed off early in a different game!
(Otherwise we'll all have to start creating fake forum accounts to keep some anonymity the more games we play!)
I strongly disagree. Look at how much activity it has generated. By pointing out a discrepancy in Lavinya's behaviour I found out, we've got a lot more information to work on. Discrepancies in posting behaviour is not a high quality tool. It really only works on people who play a lot of mafia and that maintain distinctive tells in behaviour across certain roles. But when there's little else to go for, it can help narrow targets. Poking Lavinya really made a lot happen.
Including, apparently, sacrificial rituals. It seems Krackenor is an executioner. Let me just count the votes.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
I'm counting six votes for Lavinya. So if this ends the day, I'm assuming that Krackenor's power is an execution. A double vote doesn't look like it'll be enough to lynch her.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
I don't deny it may be effective, but it's just not really a particularly appealing way of going about things to me.
"You were aggressive in X game where you were town, and aren't doing that here. Conclusion: you're mafia!"
People are already cautious enough about posting, and now if mafia have to match their play styles with how they play in previous games to avoid suspicion, I think it risks making every game the same and people even more cautious about posting. If this is something that becomes a thing in these forum games, I think I'll be counting myself out.
It's the advantage in-game vengeance has over forum mafia, in that our identities are masked.
On one hand, I can see where you're going. On the other hand, considering it's use is to actively prod people into saying more, I disagree with the conclusion that it'll lead to people being more cautious about posting. If you don't say anything, don't give me anything to work with, then I'm going to have to dig deeper and find other angles to study you. If anything, I'd argue that the over-aggression on everyone who speaks up does far more to force people into being cautious and silent.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
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Someone has to get lynched on day 2! And we don't have much information, so whoever it is, we are taking a risk. I'm genuinely sorry that you're this upset we are voting you, @Lavinya, but it's always a risk in mafia. (Hey, you could have died night 1!) I also disagree that there's nothing to talk about. I had no night messages and still have found plenty to discuss regarding who was killed, theme speculation, and commentary on people's behavior. It took a lynch train to get you posting more. Yes it's possible that you're town, but even the powers you've listed don't seem to be a huge loss for town, so I feel okay about it. Lynches bring town information, even if they are townies. That's why we are in support of them.
Still think Silvanus acted really fishy but maintaining my vote because Lavinya is being wildly defensive.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
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I don't mind being assessed on prior games. I do think it's a tricky double edged sword in that people can intentionally choose to act in a way that people associate with themselves to avoid suspicion. On the other hand I hoped being crazy in the Werewolf game would raise flags because I was playing very different than I usual do.
But I'd argue this is less about personality and more about role. Some roles lend to being quiet and some lend to being loud. I like to talk in mafia games in general, but there are times it's more strategic to wait. I already gave the example of protectors and investigators, which is moot since we lost ours already.
Anyway regardless of how she has acted in other games, Lavinya is acted kind of odd here. If she had reacted calmly and given her feedback on what happened so far instead of flying off the handle for daring to be voted, maybe we would be having a different conversation. Silvanus's weird pseudo defense of her didn't help matters admittedly.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Sylandra was right, the flying off the handle just want like me and now I'm a bit embarrassed. When I get anxious I get angry (then eventually become a hysterical sobbing mess ), and I have a lot on my plate right now. Sorry sorry. Also if that doesn't ruin the theory of consistency of play style nothing will, ha.
I hope I didn't make the game uncomfortable for you to play. I know myself how the game can go from being something fun to something stressful, amd that was the last thing I wanted to do. I still hope to see you in the next game.
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The Glow Cloud also endorses the above sentiment. I know I play aggressively, but please know it's never my intention (or anyone else's, I suspect!) to make the game un-fun for other people.
It's all pretendy-fun-time murder, at least on my end.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Well, to be honest I think we're technically allowed to speak until Ieptix ends the dayphase with the lynch. At least that's how it worked in a couple of other games.
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I'm so bad at waiting, ahaha. I keep glancing at my phone to see this thread. xD
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
When intern Thul told me about Carlos, I did not believe him at first, but with the uncertainty gripping our town of late, I could not take the risk of not going to him. Panic washed over me as I rushed from the studio, not caring what Station Management might have to say about me abandoning my post. With Carlos's life on the line, nothing else mattered. I ran as fast as I could, so quickly and so recklessly that I lost one of my pink and green tie-dye Crocs, but I didn't slow.
I arrived at Carlos's lab. A small group had formed, having heard Thul's report over the radio, with more were slowly gathering in the street outside the building. As I approached, the crowd parted around me, creating a path leading to a specific location on the sidewalk. Nauseated and dizzy with fear, I kept my gaze to the ground, unwilling to match eyes with anyone, lest I lose the last vestiges of my failing courage. The mass of people soon gave way to empty air, the group forming a circle around a covered shape lying on the ground. A strangled noise of grief tore free from my throat, but now that I was here, I could not turn away without confirming what I knew to be true.
I stepped forward to the person lying on the concrete and knelt down. My hands shook as I reached out to grab hold of the end of the sheet that someone had laid over him in an anonymous act of compassion. I pulled the cloth down to the neck, revealing the face of my beloved Carlos. His eyes were closed and his face slack, as though he were asleep, but the pallor of his skin betrayed the truth of the matter. Carlos, with his perfect hair and his perfect teeth and his perfect love, was dead. I wept without shame as I reached beneath the sheet and found his hand, taking it in mine and holding it as I'd done countless times before.
I don't know how long I knelt at his side, but when I finally looked up my throat was raw and my reserve of tears exhausted. The sudden grief had given way to a numb coldness in my heart, at least for the time being. I stood up and finally looked to the gathered crowd. Though they were strangers of a sort with their identities still hidden, I could feel their love and empathy washing over me like a gentle wind. I sought something to say, anything, but couldn't. I stood there, as the voice of Night Vale, struck mute. I've put to words countless tragedies faced by our town before: Street Cleaning Day, the attack of the army living beneath lane five of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, Valentine's Day... but there, faced with my own loss, I found nothing to say.
I left, then. I just walked. I thought my wandering aimless, but soon found myself at the Arby's where Carlos and I... where we first sat beneath the glowing lights in the sky and stopped being Cecil and stopped being Carlos and started being Cecil and Carlos. I sat on the curb at the edge of the parking lot. None had followed me, and so I sat, alone with my thoughts.
As the hours passed, the numbness that had settled over me began to ebb, and the pain and sadness began to flow back. But now it was not only grief that filled my heart, but anger too. Someone had killed Carlos. This had not been a lab accident, nor had Carlos been foolish enough to confront a librarian, nor any other usual causes of death here in Night Vale. No, someone had hunted him down and traded the light in his eyes for a hatchet in his chest. Someone had killed my Carlos, and I would not let this senseless act of brutality go unpunished.
Fueled now by a rage I didn't know I had in me, I stood and marched to Mission Grove Park. Some citizens on the street caught sight of me, saw the pointed determination in my eyes, and began following. Word spread, and not long after my arrival, the rest of the city had made the same journey.
"Night Vale!" I cried out, my words carrying over the din of the gathered people, and everyone grew silent. The voice of Night Vale spoke once again. I spoke of love. I spoke of grief. I spoke of anger. I spoke of justice. We must find those who have decided to attack our people, I told them. We must make sure they can do us no more harm.
We don't know who is attacking us, though. We don't know who anyone is, not truly.
My passion soon ignited within the crowd, and the people took up my charge. "It's StrexCorp again!" someone shouted. "No, it was Telly the barber!" someone else exclaimed. A third voice cried out, "It was Leann Hart! There was a hatchet in Carlos!" Accusations were thrown in every direction, though ultimately they were aimless, as no one knew the new identities of anyone in Night Vale.
"We've already lost two innocent people," someone eventually said. "Can we risk losing another? Until we know who we're up against, shouldn't we act with more caution than this?" The voice was calm, but the people nearest her were able to hear, and they turned upon her, their steely gazes boring into her driven by the weight of their newfound silence. Slowly, the quiet rippled through the gathered mob, and all eyes turned to the speaker, the one named Lavinya.
A tense moment passed before someone called out, "How can we stand and do nothing?" Another voice, "If she doesn't want us to do anything, she must be guilty!" An angry chorus filled the air.
"Enough!" Lavinya said. "I'm mayor Dana Cardinal! I just don't want to see any more unnecessary pain in our town. It won't help us protect ourselves if we're going after the wrong people!"
But the mob didn't listen to her. Instead, they descended on her, grabbing hold of her body. No one was sure what exactly they were going to do, but it seemed that Lavinya was the one they were going to do it to.
Then out of the crowd stepped a man chanting words in an unknown language, reminiscent of the bloodstone circle chants we all practice daily. As he reached Lavinya, who was held by the crowd from all her limbs, his chanting ended, and he punged a hand into her chest, ripping out her heart. Lavinya slumped, and the masquerade around her faded, revealing the truth of her claims. Dana Cardinal, mayor of Night Vale and my friend, was dead.
Shame rolled through me, stomping out the sadness and despair and anger. This morning, Night Vale, I lost Carlos, my love. In anger, I called upon you for justice, or for vengeance, or just to lash out in rage at the absolute unfairness of our loss. You listened to my words, and shared in my pain, but we've only made things worse. Now I've lost a friend, and we've lost our mayor. Dana, who was so full of compassion and joy, is now dead as well, and the fault falls on my shoulders.
I fled back to the station, uncertain of what to do next. I went to Khoshek, the cat floating at a fixed point in space four feet off the ground in the men's bathroom, and hugged him and cried once again. He nuzzled into my chest, and I made sure to take all the necessary antidotes one needs when touching a cat.
And now I am back in my booth, speaking to you all once more. I know not what comes next, Night Vale, but we have to figure something out before everything good in our town is destroyed. We've already lost so much. Too much.
Dana Cardinal: former Night Vale Community Radio intern, now mayor of our fair town, always close friend to Cecil. You are one of the most compassionate and good-hearted citizens of Night Vale, which sometimes puts you at odds with the City Council and others, but you still hold considerable sway over the city. Of course, as mayor, you know secets. Dark, dark secrets. But we will not talk about those, because we are good, loyal, frightened community members. What's that taste in your mouth, you ask? Oh, that's nothing. You just like chewing on dirt when you're nervous.
Each day you may activate the following power, up to twice during the game:
Governor (even if you're just the mayor): Protect another target from a lynch. To activate this power, post "I declare <player> to be under my protection." in bold. This post must come before the final vote on a target is cast for it to take effect.
12ish hours to get night actions in! And no, I'm most definitely not making this post just to mess with the serial refreshers. Why would you even think that?
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Gemini: The trees are out to get you, Gemini. They know what you did, and they have far more patience than you can imagine.
Cancer: Today will be the best day of your life, and you'll live the rest of your life knowing that nothing could ever again compare to this day. At first you'll strive to recreate today, or at least some fleeting shadow of the joy you'll experience, but nothing will ever be enough. Even as you find yourself forging loving relationships and achieving your life and career goals, everything will be clouded by the knowledge that your best day is behind you and you cannot hope to ever match it. A continuous sense of despair will slowly build over your life, destroying your motivation and desires until you become naught but a husk of your former self shuffling through a routine as lifeless as you are. Is this all worth visiting that All-You-Can-Eat 24-hour dessert buffet? the stars wonder, but they know you've already made your choice.
Leo: Um, listeners, the page for this entry is just a winking emoticon. I'm not sure what that means, exactly. I'm not even sure if it's the good kind of wink or the sinister kind of wink. I guess you'll find out, Leo.
Virgo: The pain from your stubbed toe last week will certainly be put into perspective when you find yourself in a chainsaw juggling battle with a clown. And yes, the fact that you're entering this competition will be entirely your fault. It's almost impressive how you pull it off.
Libra: How many bottles of Febreeze do you need? The only way to get rid of that smell in your home is to get rid of the dead bodies left by the secret Squirrel War waging in your walls. What do you mean you didn't know about the Squirrel War? You thought the chittering and the shrieking was just your neighbors having sex? The stars never want to meet your neighbors, and they definitely don't want to know how you think lovemaking works, Libra.
Scorpio: The stars hope your life suitably mirrors your sun sign, Scorpio. By which I mean I... er, the stars, want to find you covered in more scorpions than you can count.
Sagittarius: On a cloudy night, you'll see a spotlight dancing in the distance, its beams reflected off the overcast sky as they dance their clover shape above. Intrigued, you will get in your car and drive towards the spotlight. Spotlights aren't common near your home, so there must be something extra special going on. As you approach, the lights will flicker off, only to appear again further in the distance. Confused but curious, you'll again set of in search of the dancing luminescence. This process will repeat over and over until you are consumed by an unconquerable obsession with finding the source of the lights, but will never discover it. The stars, it turns out, will just be bored, and you will make a good target for a prank.
Capricorn: Exercise is important for your overall health, Capricorn. Keep this in mind as you flee in terror from the angry pack of wolves you set free trying to break into the zoo.
Aquarius: Today will be exactly the same as every other day of your life. The stars say you need to get a hobby or something. They're tired of watching you spend every day watching re-runs of Oprah while you write awful poetry on your walls in permanent marker. It was amusing for the first few days, when it seemed like just a funk you'd move away from, but it's been five years now and now it's just sad.
Pisces:
Aries: The paper is on fire and dripping blood. There are no words. I'm sorry, Aries.
Taurus: Take care to avoid hatchets. ...um, wow, the stars are assholes today. Thanks a lot for that.
This has been horoscopes.
It has been an eventful evening, Night Vale. It seems someone found one of the otherworldy peoples that the City Council clearly did not summon into our city in a bloodstone chanting ritual gone wrong. We don't know who these people are, or what they want with our town, but we've found one of them.
Early this morning, the body of the facade known as Ayisdra was found atop a building in the Shambling Orphan Housing District. The person who discovered him called the Sheriff's Secret Police by shouting "POLICE!" loudly and letting herself be heard by the nearby surveillance microphones that fill our city. A few men appeared, though we can't know if they were actually members of the Sheriff's Secret Police or just people on the street who heard the shout. They clambered onto the roof and found the body. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the enchantment around Ayisdra faded, revealing another person entirely. This person was light on possessions, carrying only a three-clawed weapon and a blowgun. Next to the body was a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's young adult romance novel, The Silmarillion, in hardcover, seemingly discarded.
No one in the city was able to recognize this person when we broadcast his face over the radio in our earlier broadcast, leading to the conclusion that he is not from Night Vale. We don't know who this person is or what his goals in Night Vale are, but we're one step closer to discovering the truth behind what the City Council most certainly did not set into motion three days ago. More on this story as there is more on this story to tell.
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'Sacrifice' doesn't pull up anything relevant either. I'm dead curious about what's gonna happen.
(I totally respond to guilt tripping. Genuinely feel bad for making Lavinya have a bad time. Just not going to let that affect my gameplay.)
Including, apparently, sacrificial rituals. It seems Krackenor is an executioner. Let me just count the votes.
"You were aggressive in X game where you were town, and aren't doing that here. Conclusion: you're mafia!"
People are already cautious enough about posting, and now if mafia have to match their play styles with how they play in previous games to avoid suspicion, I think it risks making every game the same and people even more cautious about posting. If this is something that becomes a thing in these forum games, I think I'll be counting myself out.
It's the advantage in-game vengeance has over forum mafia, in that our identities are masked.
Still think Silvanus acted really fishy but maintaining my vote because Lavinya is being wildly defensive.
Think Krackenor is being a goofball?
But I'd argue this is less about personality and more about role. Some roles lend to being quiet and some lend to being loud. I like to talk in mafia games in general, but there are times it's more strategic to wait. I already gave the example of protectors and investigators, which is moot since we lost ours already.
Anyway regardless of how she has acted in other games, Lavinya is acted kind of odd here. If she had reacted calmly and given her feedback on what happened so far instead of flying off the handle for daring to be voted, maybe we would be having a different conversation. Silvanus's weird pseudo defense of her didn't help matters admittedly.
100% accurate real life head shot of Krackenor.
(it was worth the wait though, great writing)