Just in case I'm not around but am elected and still alive, here are my questions:
PREFERRED QUESTION
What is the breakdown of win conditions among all LIVING players (total)?
Count duplicate win conditions as an individual win condition.
For example, if the phalla was laid out thusly:
40 players
27 Players with identical Villager Win Condition
8 Evil Players with identical Evil Win Condition
3 Players with Unique Win Condition
2 Players with Villager Win Condition, or optional Evil Win Condition
You would give me:
29 : 10 : 3
In the event you cannot answer that question, here is the alternate question:
SECONDARY QUESTION
What is the largest count of living Players that share the same win condition without any alternate win conditions?
For the same phalla sampled above, you would give me 27 as the answer... minus any who might already be dead.
Hearty "fuck you"'s to anyone who doesn't think I can handle this leader shit.
EDIT Not that it matters, but you missed my vote for me as investigator in my first post in this thread, Kok.
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Err Squash, wouldn't the first answer be 29 : 10 : 3...?
Yes. Changed it. Of course, you "got" what I meant. When I wrote it, I messed with the numbers a bit in order to account for various win conditions based on speculation of prior Phallas. It originally did come out 30:10:3, but I never changed the number after adding alternate conditions.
Yay, math.
P.S. Locus was kind of dancing around approving the first one (he had a couple questions), so we'll see. It all depends on whether I survived day one.
We should also probably check the timing on the Howl reveal, could that have been to save DethKOK?
It was shortly before I had to out myself, as his reveal somehow made everyone go after me... Ostensibly, it's because I called out Dethkok for acting dumb and generally aggravating people, but the timing was odd.
We should also probably check the timing on the Howl reveal, could that have been to save DethKOK?
I had Squash down voting for you, good sir.
Also, that's the most retarded idea I've heard. Okay, assume I'm a baddie. I'm getting bandwagon'd randomly. So I manage to convince my fellow baddie (Visiblehowl) to come out as a baddie, and take the bandwagon for me.
The next evening, after a day of discussing amongst one another who was most likely to be disloyal while making a slow and steady march through the Greatwood, the survivors made camp and after they had settled in they gathered around the campfire. Many of the soldiers had different ideas on how best to proceed, but it was Ardor that was most vocal. He believed that they should bring forth as many suspicious people as possible, in order to discern their relationships with others. Several of the soldiers resisted, but Ardor would not back down from his position. He was insistent that his plan was the most rational, and that all should follow him. Jester313 took up the cause for those who resisted Ardor’s idea.
“Friend Ardor,” said Jester313, “why do you call for such a foolish plan? Why must you try and bend the wills of other men to your own? We are all free men here! None of us are slaves. Let us make our own choices, based on the evidence we see before us.”
“Why do I call for such a plan?” Ardor asked incredulously. “I call for such a plan to help root out the traitors among us. Can you truly not see why working together is better than going our own separate ways? No, I think you do see. And I think you are hiding something. Tell me, Jester313. Where were you while all of our friends were being slaughtered?”
“Where was I?” Jester313 replied. “I was fleeing for my life, like everyone else. Where were you, friend Ar-“ Jester313 suddenly stopped talking, and his head cocked to the side as if he were listening for some far off sound. His eyes grew wide as his body lurched forward towards the campfire. He fell to his knees and grabbed his throat, gargling noises coming from his mouth. He looked up at Ardor and tried to speak, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a stream of blood. He tried once more to speak, but this time nothing came out at all. He turned his head towards Sir Furic, then fell to the ground lifeless.
Ardor went to inspect the body of the fallen soldier. In his pocket he found two things: a knife, and piece of paper with some writing on it. Ardor rose to his feet again and spoke: “Here, in my hands I hold two things. In my right hand, what appears to be a set of orders from the Citadel, instructing Jester313 to ride along with the army of the Gray Wolf and make sure we did not stray from the moral path. In my left hand, a dagger. When would a monk ever need a dagger? When he is not really a monk at all, of course.” Ardor handed both pieces of evidence to Sir Furic, who inspected them himself.
“Ardor speaks the truth, as it appears that Jester313 was not truly in the service of the House of the Gray Wolf. Whomever has poisoned him has done an excellent job.”
A cry came from the crowd, “But there is another we wish to see executed!” Several other voices rose up in response, “Another!” they yelled. “Another!”
“Who is this man you believe to be a traitor?” Furic asked.
“DETHKOK!” came the response. “DETHKOK is a traitor.” Several soldier pushed DETHKOK forward, so that he was standing directly in front of Sir Furic, who had already unsheathed his sword and had it at the ready to slay DETHKOK where he stood.
But DETHKOK was steadfast. “I am no traitor,” he said. “I have always served the House of the Gray Wolf.”
“That is not my judgement to make,” Furic replied. “Your comrades have spoken. You will die now.” And with a lightning speed that belied his rather large frame, Furic brought his sword down and thrust it through DETHKOK’s stomach. He then quickly removed it as DETHKOK staggered backwards. Like Jester313 before him, he looked up at the nearest soldier, Variable. Variable said nothing, but merely looked on as DETHKOK lay there dying.
“Loyal,” DETHKOK said as the life bled out of him. “I was always loyal to the Gray Wolf. Always loyal until today. Until you turned on me…” It fell upon Variable to inspect the body. He found no knife this time, but did he find a piece of paper with writing on it. He held it up to the campfire light, and saw that it was a hastily scrawled commission that was supposed to be from the Lord of the World’s Edge, but was clearly written by DETHKOK himself. If he wasn’t a spy already, then he was certainly willing to join them in their cause. Variable tossed the note into the campfire, and turned once more to his leader, Sir Furic.
“We’ve caught two of the traitors today,” Furic began. “It has been a good day. We can only hope that this is the extent of their infiltration. I have heard that you have chosen someone to lead the investigation into whom are enemies truly are.”
Squashua stepped forward from amongst the soldiers. “Yes, I am the one they chose. And I already have discovered something of great importance in the course of my inquiries.”
DEATHS! Jester313 - Disloyal Soldier of the House of the Gray Wolf - Poisoned DETHKOK - Disloyal Actor from the House of the Gray Wolf - Furic'd
Squashua is your investigator!
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edited August 2007
:O
Edit: Dammit, Locus, I out myself as a bad guy, and I don't even get a mention in the narration.
There is an unpleasant possibility that this has been a ruse by the DA and our enemies to get the good specials to reveal themselves. However, I have no proof of said treachery, and it's highly possible DA is a good vig with an amazing shot.
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Hearty "fuck you"'s to anyone who doesn't think I can handle this leader shit.
EDIT Not that it matters, but you missed my vote for me as investigator in my first post in this thread, Kok.
Uuggghhh
The mental imagery this gave me is really
just
uggghhhh
NNID: Hakkekage
Again, try to make use of the day 1 voting records and use some math, it should help you better find bad guys.
EDIT: Damn, beat'd
Nice. Very nice.
My name is Oatway, and I approve this message.
It's okay, you don't need to do math to lead.
Also: It appears DethKoK's counts suck quite a bit. Let's punish him for that.
Yes. Changed it. Of course, you "got" what I meant. When I wrote it, I messed with the numbers a bit in order to account for various win conditions based on speculation of prior Phallas. It originally did come out 30:10:3, but I never changed the number after adding alternate conditions.
Yay, math.
P.S. Locus was kind of dancing around approving the first one (he had a couple questions), so we'll see. It all depends on whether I survived day one.
Actually, nevermind. I forgot *my* vote. That says something.
We should also probably check the timing on the Howl reveal, could that have been to save DethKOK?
I can't wait to see if you survived either.
Hey Locus, how about a post that says Voting Closed or what-not, so we know you're at least here.
edit nevermind - keep forgetting to look for the Gorton's Fisherman.
It was shortly before I had to out myself, as his reveal somehow made everyone go after me... Ostensibly, it's because I called out Dethkok for acting dumb and generally aggravating people, but the timing was odd.
edit: Like this one Squash? http://forums.penny-arcade.com/showpost.php?p=2747114&postcount=575
Edit: Isn't it the Gordon's Fisherman?
Edit 2: Nope. Weird. Should have known better than to trust my ears.
Also, that's the most retarded idea I've heard. Okay, assume I'm a baddie. I'm getting bandwagon'd randomly. So I manage to convince my fellow baddie (Visiblehowl) to come out as a baddie, and take the bandwagon for me.
Like, what?
Here you go Squash.
“Friend Ardor,” said Jester313, “why do you call for such a foolish plan? Why must you try and bend the wills of other men to your own? We are all free men here! None of us are slaves. Let us make our own choices, based on the evidence we see before us.”
“Why do I call for such a plan?” Ardor asked incredulously. “I call for such a plan to help root out the traitors among us. Can you truly not see why working together is better than going our own separate ways? No, I think you do see. And I think you are hiding something. Tell me, Jester313. Where were you while all of our friends were being slaughtered?”
“Where was I?” Jester313 replied. “I was fleeing for my life, like everyone else. Where were you, friend Ar-“ Jester313 suddenly stopped talking, and his head cocked to the side as if he were listening for some far off sound. His eyes grew wide as his body lurched forward towards the campfire. He fell to his knees and grabbed his throat, gargling noises coming from his mouth. He looked up at Ardor and tried to speak, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a stream of blood. He tried once more to speak, but this time nothing came out at all. He turned his head towards Sir Furic, then fell to the ground lifeless.
Ardor went to inspect the body of the fallen soldier. In his pocket he found two things: a knife, and piece of paper with some writing on it. Ardor rose to his feet again and spoke: “Here, in my hands I hold two things. In my right hand, what appears to be a set of orders from the Citadel, instructing Jester313 to ride along with the army of the Gray Wolf and make sure we did not stray from the moral path. In my left hand, a dagger. When would a monk ever need a dagger? When he is not really a monk at all, of course.” Ardor handed both pieces of evidence to Sir Furic, who inspected them himself.
“Ardor speaks the truth, as it appears that Jester313 was not truly in the service of the House of the Gray Wolf. Whomever has poisoned him has done an excellent job.”
A cry came from the crowd, “But there is another we wish to see executed!” Several other voices rose up in response, “Another!” they yelled. “Another!”
“Who is this man you believe to be a traitor?” Furic asked.
“DETHKOK!” came the response. “DETHKOK is a traitor.” Several soldier pushed DETHKOK forward, so that he was standing directly in front of Sir Furic, who had already unsheathed his sword and had it at the ready to slay DETHKOK where he stood.
But DETHKOK was steadfast. “I am no traitor,” he said. “I have always served the House of the Gray Wolf.”
“That is not my judgement to make,” Furic replied. “Your comrades have spoken. You will die now.” And with a lightning speed that belied his rather large frame, Furic brought his sword down and thrust it through DETHKOK’s stomach. He then quickly removed it as DETHKOK staggered backwards. Like Jester313 before him, he looked up at the nearest soldier, Variable. Variable said nothing, but merely looked on as DETHKOK lay there dying.
“Loyal,” DETHKOK said as the life bled out of him. “I was always loyal to the Gray Wolf. Always loyal until today. Until you turned on me…” It fell upon Variable to inspect the body. He found no knife this time, but did he find a piece of paper with writing on it. He held it up to the campfire light, and saw that it was a hastily scrawled commission that was supposed to be from the Lord of the World’s Edge, but was clearly written by DETHKOK himself. If he wasn’t a spy already, then he was certainly willing to join them in their cause. Variable tossed the note into the campfire, and turned once more to his leader, Sir Furic.
“We’ve caught two of the traitors today,” Furic began. “It has been a good day. We can only hope that this is the extent of their infiltration. I have heard that you have chosen someone to lead the investigation into whom are enemies truly are.”
Squashua stepped forward from amongst the soldiers. “Yes, I am the one they chose. And I already have discovered something of great importance in the course of my inquiries.”
DEATHS!
Jester313 - Disloyal Soldier of the House of the Gray Wolf - Poisoned
DETHKOK - Disloyal Actor from the House of the Gray Wolf - Furic'd
Squashua is your investigator!
Edit: Dammit, Locus, I out myself as a bad guy, and I don't even get a mention in the narration.
I am displeased!
House of the Grey Wolf, to me!
Specials contact me as I was kind enough to murder a bad guy for you. Let's get this party started.
NNID: Hakkekage
I wouldn't know, I'm not actually a bad guy.
Except, uh... where are the evil kills?
NNID: Hakkekage
Hmm, good question.
But who can know for sure?
Two, the badguys, who, if they have multiple kills, just found out that stacking kills does not get past a guardianship.
I might surmise that Xevo was protected, but I am just a cobbler.
I've got sole.
Planeswalker
Will of the Council - Starting with you, each player votes for death goblin.
Tomorrow I'll try to put the information together that I was hoping we'd obtain from the voting yesterday.