According to "ecco, bizarre?", Zandy ate it with 7.
It also hasn't been updated since I went to sleep. Takes way too much work. But that said, it should be zand, since there were a few more votes on him, and no sudden gumpy push
Wait, is the Gumpy seer a real thing to prevent being voted out? Is the box count of 7 to 5 (Zand/Gumpy) right?
Yup. Gumpy was about to be voted out, started saying that he was a seer. The (often Day 1'd) Zandracon subsequently took the lead.
They were close but zand was never not in first place. Personally Im suspicious.
For the record, that's why I wasted all that effort on the spreadsheet. This is me, calling yoy (jdarksun) out on mischaracterizing the gumpy/zand wagon
The spreadsheet was impressive, but aside from missing a few votes at most I do do vote graphs too, not really sure what it showed
Wait, is the Gumpy seer a real thing to prevent being voted out? Is the box count of 7 to 5 (Zand/Gumpy) right?
Yup. Gumpy was about to be voted out, started saying that he was a seer. The (often Day 1'd) Zandracon subsequently took the lead.
They were close but zand was never not in first place. Personally Im suspicious.
For the record, that's why I wasted all that effort on the spreadsheet. This is me, calling yoy (jdarksun) out on mischaracterizing the gumpy/zand wagon
The spreadsheet was impressive, but aside from missing a few votes at most I do do vote graphs too, not really sure what it showed
Attribution to who placed each vote, without having to do extensive cross referencing
Yes. There are 3 levels of health, go below that and you die.
edit: everyone is faster than I am.
Also, jdark didn't reveal. "Not everyone is special" means vanilla people attack or heal like the evidence mechanic from Ace Attorney.
Mr. Inch roared out of the palace, towards the nearest Constable Station. His pack of hunting hounds yowling and growling in a mass behind his cabriolet. He pulled up in a clatter, outside the law enforcement center’s walls. The noted hunter rushed inside, nearly tripping on a prized bloodhound.
Outside the gates of the palace, word of the invasion spread like wildfire.
“They’ve crabs! Giant crabs that they feed honest Londoners to in the night!”
“Extra Extra! Aquatic menace strikes at the heart of the Neath!”
“Buy your souvenir crab meat here, 100 percent guaranteed to be the flesh of our enemies!”
Mr. Inch and the constables didn’t bother to correct the mob. The truth was much scarier than anything they could imagine.
Of course, it didn’t take long for the frenzied crowd to fixate on a certain...element of the city.
“Face like a squid! ‘Ees basically a crab already!”
“Put ‘em all away, rip ‘em up! I’m tired of their moanin’ anyway”
In Veil Garden, the more poetically minded citizens drew together a giant “sushi” table. They found a particularly timid Rubbery Man trying to hide in an alley close by. No one noted his name, though they did comment on his flavor quite a bit. Do they even have names? Did anyone care?
No, they did not. At the end, it was apparent that he probably didn’t have any menacing intentions for the city, but they felt better all the same.
With the thrill of xenophobia running through their veins, the crowd turned instead to the dammned citizens of the Neath. “Well, they’re from Hell anyway, why did we ever let the live here?”
Demons are notoriously difficult to kill. It can be done, however. In the makeshift triage unit, The Charming Deviless was making her rounds about the injured civilians (who had mostly injured themselves in the tumult). When a knife popped out of her chest, she grimaced and turned around, more angry than injured. The dozen or so others, however, left her breathless.
An Anonymous woman peered out of the dusty windows of a cheese shop, noting the chaos. She wrote down names, plotted out motives. Yes, yes, she could see where this was all leading. When you knew everyone, it was easy to see. It was a pity, she thought, that she would never be able to tell anyone.
Even when you knew everything, sometimes you couldn’t stop the inevitable. As the garrote tightened around her throat, she whispered “Told you so”
Even though the mob had focused their efforts against an invisible aquatic threat, the areas around the docks were eerily quiet. Perhaps people thought that if they stayed away from the unterzee, the menace would just go away. One lonely and warbling Drownie, however, kept a vigilant watch over the waves.
She had drowned, some time ago. She couldn’t remember how it happened. She barely remembered that it had happened. But she was dead, she knew. Sometimes, when people drown, they forget that they actually can’t die that way, and live on in the waves, seeking to bring others to their strange way of life. Something was happening to the city, though. Something called to her, stronger than the zee.
Maybe she could go home, now.
But when the men in dark cloaks surrounded her, she realized that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Perished
Zandracon - A Rubbery Man, mob justice Corvidae - A Charming Deviless, struck with roughly a thousand knives The Anonymous - The Cheesemonger, assasinated Jdarksun - A Drownie, removed from the picture
I suspect if there were more kills on day one it would have just been more villagers anyway.
So if zandracon had a speech posting restriction due to being a rubbery man, that was a funny coincidence.
He's a shy overambitious dog-catcher on the wrong side of the law. She's an orphaned psychic mercenary with the power to bend men's minds. They fight crime!
Factions tend to be masoned, and tend to have the village victory goal or are neutral to it.
So a real mafia would not be a faction and the village is not organized enough to ever be considered a faction.
He's a shy overambitious dog-catcher on the wrong side of the law. She's an orphaned psychic mercenary with the power to bend men's minds. They fight crime!
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It also hasn't been updated since I went to sleep. Takes way too much work. But that said, it should be zand, since there were a few more votes on him, and no sudden gumpy push
Everyone has 3 levels of health
Good luck living for long mate.
special powers: really bad at math/keeping secrets
The spreadsheet was impressive, but aside from missing a few votes at most I do do vote graphs too, not really sure what it showed
Well
then 1 dmg to
Battered
Another dmg to
Agony
Another to
Death
I believe
To be fair 4 damage would also kill them.
seems that way, although your original post mis-stated it. you should have said 3 hp (with 0=dead), instead of four
edit=ninja'd
edit: everyone is faster than I am.
Also, jdark didn't reveal. "Not everyone is special" means vanilla people attack or heal like the evidence mechanic from Ace Attorney.
From the Intro
Honestly, I'd be suspicious of someone who claimed they weren't special. Or did he specifically claim to do something really important?
Man, there are a lot of reveals happening for a day 1.
I believe Melding just thought jdark inadvertently made a reveal with the 4hp thing.
Outside the gates of the palace, word of the invasion spread like wildfire.
“They’ve crabs! Giant crabs that they feed honest Londoners to in the night!”
“Extra Extra! Aquatic menace strikes at the heart of the Neath!”
“Buy your souvenir crab meat here, 100 percent guaranteed to be the flesh of our enemies!”
Mr. Inch and the constables didn’t bother to correct the mob. The truth was much scarier than anything they could imagine.
Of course, it didn’t take long for the frenzied crowd to fixate on a certain...element of the city.
“Face like a squid! ‘Ees basically a crab already!”
“Put ‘em all away, rip ‘em up! I’m tired of their moanin’ anyway”
In Veil Garden, the more poetically minded citizens drew together a giant “sushi” table. They found a particularly timid Rubbery Man trying to hide in an alley close by. No one noted his name, though they did comment on his flavor quite a bit. Do they even have names? Did anyone care?
No, they did not. At the end, it was apparent that he probably didn’t have any menacing intentions for the city, but they felt better all the same.
__________________________________________________________________
With the thrill of xenophobia running through their veins, the crowd turned instead to the dammned citizens of the Neath. “Well, they’re from Hell anyway, why did we ever let the live here?”
Demons are notoriously difficult to kill. It can be done, however. In the makeshift triage unit, The Charming Deviless was making her rounds about the injured civilians (who had mostly injured themselves in the tumult). When a knife popped out of her chest, she grimaced and turned around, more angry than injured. The dozen or so others, however, left her breathless.
_______________________________________________________________________
An Anonymous woman peered out of the dusty windows of a cheese shop, noting the chaos. She wrote down names, plotted out motives. Yes, yes, she could see where this was all leading. When you knew everyone, it was easy to see. It was a pity, she thought, that she would never be able to tell anyone.
Even when you knew everything, sometimes you couldn’t stop the inevitable. As the garrote tightened around her throat, she whispered “Told you so”
_________________________________________________________________
Even though the mob had focused their efforts against an invisible aquatic threat, the areas around the docks were eerily quiet. Perhaps people thought that if they stayed away from the unterzee, the menace would just go away. One lonely and warbling Drownie, however, kept a vigilant watch over the waves.
She had drowned, some time ago. She couldn’t remember how it happened. She barely remembered that it had happened. But she was dead, she knew. Sometimes, when people drown, they forget that they actually can’t die that way, and live on in the waves, seeking to bring others to their strange way of life. Something was happening to the city, though. Something called to her, stronger than the zee.
Maybe she could go home, now.
But when the men in dark cloaks surrounded her, she realized that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Perished
Zandracon - A Rubbery Man, mob justice
Corvidae - A Charming Deviless, struck with roughly a thousand knives
The Anonymous - The Cheesemonger, assasinated
Jdarksun - A Drownie, removed from the picture
PMs are on their way out. This will take a while
Day 2 Closes on September 19th, 3 PM EDT
yeah, i meant more that he is a special with more health.
But his bad at math cover story does fit, yes.
edit - this game could take a while.
That....is a moderately suspicious off the cuff reaction immediately after a narration.
Unless they're ridiculously networked like elementalist, games with distributed villager attacks which deal HP damage tend to snowball quickly.
I suspect if there were more kills on day one it would have just been more villagers anyway.
So if zandracon had a speech posting restriction due to being a rubbery man, that was a funny coincidence.
How am I supposed to know that? :-p
Also, 4 factions and 4 kills? Seems like not much.
4 factions? Are you counting the village and the mafia as factions?
edit: I was using, "a group with the same victory condition."
So a real mafia would not be a faction and the village is not organized enough to ever be considered a faction.
my psychic streak continues.....
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