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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 05, 2018, 12:38:05 AM »
Interesting how you vote before Raeko when you’ve contributed very little to “Toby v Raeko”. Also since your last viewpoint on it was this (on phone so can’t give proper log but you can search it in chat for your own reference until I post it properly earlier):

BlackDragonSlayer Today at 2:19am
Toby is acting so obviously suspicious, but at the same time I can't help but wonder if he has a point about you not logging on until after role PMs were sent out.
Then again, he could easily be lying.

It seems like you were still thinking about it, and unless you have a sure judgement it doesn’t seem reasonable to vote before Raeko, who is presenting everything against me.

You also add in the point where I could be lying. Me lying about a hard fact anyone can check is silly, but nowhere you suggest that Raeko can be the one lying, instead you suggest this:

BlackDraonSlayer Today at 2:21am
It's completely natural to doubt yourself.

Just seems like a bit of a contrast to how you’re approaching the different sides of Toby v Raeko.



Also seems like you like being suspicious of being opposing you, see olimar
excuse me

what

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 04, 2018, 02:37:39 PM »
Voting for Toby early just in case. :morton2:

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 04, 2018, 01:57:01 AM »
Tras or Toby, most likely.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 04, 2018, 12:36:51 AM »
Private Log With E. Gadd
E. Gadd Industries - Yesterday at 6:37 PM
Hokay, I’m not friends with Mikey, I don’t guess, sooo I’ll just send this to him later.
Anyhoo, what was that all about?

Golden Silver - Yesterday at 6:38 PM
toby was being dumb
and then claiming it made me suspicious for not giving an underdeveloped answer to his silly question
I gave him a very in-depth and completely accurate answer, and apparently, he wasn't satisfied enough with that.

E. Gadd Industries - Yesterday at 6:40 PM
See, I read through it all, and yeah, I honestly don’t see where you’re at fault here. I still think Toby’s a human, if not just a tad more obsessive than I previously thought him to be, but still, that’s put some uncertainty in my read on him

Golden Silver - Yesterday at 6:41 PM
I think it looks bad for him being so obsessive, but that's just me personally.

E. Gadd Industries - Yesterday at 6:41 PM
Like the whole “I set an alarm to get up at 4 AM just to play TWG” :thonk:

Golden Silver - Yesterday at 6:42 PM
yeah
like
does he seriously expect everyone to do that
like
sometimes i just completely sleep through my alarms
whoooooo
sometimes i don't
there's not a simple yes/no answer to that
"do you sleep through your alarms"
"well sometimes i do, sometimes i dont"
"i want a yes/no answer"
...

E. Gadd Industries - Yesterday at 6:43 PM
Idk, there’s credibility on both sides, but I’m leaning more in your favor (of being human). And I still think Olimar’s being hecka petty and if anyone’s a wolf of you three, it’s him.
YEAH EXACTLY, I don’t get that
[close]
Strong human lean on E. Gadd right now, because it's very unlikely he would have agreed to wolfing Olimar.

Tras, I think, is a lot more suspicious, because if he were a wolf, he would know that Olimar isn't a wolf, and also that Olimar was very likely to be the next lynching target (thus securing two mislynches), though that doesn't entirely explain why Olimar was then wolfed. Tras and Toby could make interesting partners, and it wouldn't surprise me if Toby would be willing to bus Tras for his suspicious end of phase vote switch (leading to the pressure that's building up on Tras).

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 04, 2018, 12:24:12 AM »
Olimar12345 - Today at 9:15 PM
Raeko is right; discussion during the night only helps the wolves.
If there is a special human role, they can function independently.
It’s not worth shooting our selves in the foot.
Just to maybe help a special
To be honest, that's a really weak reason to suspect Olimar as a special.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 04, 2018, 12:23:10 AM »
I want to know who thought it would be a good idea to wolf Olimar when he was a very likely lynch target this phase (essentially, the wolves sacrificed a near-certain chance at a mislynch for... some reason). That means heavy suspicion on people who were adamant or even otherwise slightly expressed that they thought Olimar was a human (including people who voted for Brainy).

Also:
BDS: You know how any other human would of answered to Toby's assault? "No, I've got a life other than TWG." Instead, you did this weird ass thing were you completely avoiding giving a straight answer and run your mouth justifying all these things you don't need to justify. To put it in Toby words, it looked like you were trying to avoid a trap he set... what's funny is the said trap didn't even exist. The fact that you couldn't of just given a consise, honest response for missing the phase change (something that happens to most people), really doesn't look good in your favor.
I did say that (not in those exact words, however), but Toby kept pressing. I maintain that I gave an accurate, honest, and thorough answer.

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Moreover, Toby did bring up a good point that you showed up talking about your strong suspicion for Olimar (who ended up being the gaurdian!) and strong human read on brainy only too disappear and come to say "I told you so?" Wolves aren't invested in actually saving their human reads or getting their wolf targets lynched, and this just reeks of that. Like, maybe you had real life things stopping you but you didn't even vote. As the guy supposedly good enough to represent NSM, you should at least know that not voting is bad for humans 100% of the time.
Firstly, before the time I was gone, there was pretty much no indication that Brainy was anywhere close to being a serious lynching target. Secondly, I already admitted that not voting for Olimar when I had the chance was a mistake.

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The Werewolf Game / Re: Mafia Championships: Season 5
« on: May 03, 2018, 10:29:50 AM »
Is E. Gadd going to be the backup?

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 03, 2018, 06:07:51 AM »
Riddle me this, Toby: why, as a wolf who really wanted to lynch Olimar that badly, would I intetionally not show up to vote for him? If you had actually bothered to check my "last active" time you would've known I actually wasn't online during that time (who would've guessed, oh wait, everybody because I was blunt about it ::) ).

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 02, 2018, 06:45:48 AM »
Toby made a good point that in Hydrodoodle, you expressed distancing day one to be a terrible strategy, so I think we can rule out olimar + BDS.
IIRC, I said that bussing Day 1 in a game with only two wolves was a terrible strategy. Which it is.


Also, leaning human on Greg at this point. I don't think he'd have that sort of opinion toward Olimar if he thought there was even a slight chance Olimar could be lynched today; it would just look bad for him.

either that or he could be trying to pick up after olimar's mess

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 01, 2018, 01:10:02 AM »
If they're lynched, one of the people voting for them is killed as well. Usually randomized.

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Off-Topic / Re: Pictures/Videos Topic
« on: May 01, 2018, 01:00:07 AM »

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The Werewolf Game / Re: TWG CV (Off the Grid I): Roll of the Dice
« on: May 01, 2018, 12:44:45 AM »
hello erryboddy

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Story Telling / Re: BlackDragonSlayer's Short Stories
« on: April 28, 2018, 09:56:53 AM »
Tempest Eternal

     Nobody really knows when the winds started. Nobody can even guess why they’re still going, but that’s the thing we’re all desperate to find out. I suppose they must have begun as a small, barely noticeable mile-an-hour spring breeze sweeping over our state, or from somewhere around here, and then… just kept on going from there. Even in a world where things have stopped making much sense any more, I suppose that chain of events kind of seems reasonable to believe. It’s amazing how much things can snowball until they grow from miniscule little specks on the windshield of life to crushing you with all of their accumulated weight. Nobody ever thinks much of a little breeze—or even a single really windy day by itself—but when the wind not only never stops, but keeps getting worse, and worse, and worse with every single passing day, the shitshow is just about beyond comprehension. Started with a little panic, went to crime and looting—no real surprises there—and, now that most people are too afraid to even leave their own houses on a regular basis, mass suicides. But me? I’m sticking around. Don’t know why I am, but it seems like that’s just something I should do. That word might not mean much anymore, but at least some of us gotta stick to our guns rather than sticking them in our mouths, right? But who am I? Who am I to believe such a thing?

********************

     When I graduated college, I was afraid to come back home, but I did anyway because I had nowhere else to go while being able to support myself. While home has always been here for me, it hasn’t really felt like a home for a long time. Part of that was because of my desire to try and make something worthwhile out of my life, but undoubtedly, another part of that was my tumultuous past. My mother is the reason for that. She was not a good person. I suppose, on some days, she could, in fact, be considered a “good” person, or rather, somewhat pleasant to be around, but I do not consider that to mean she was an overall good person by any means. The things she did to me throughout my life were unspeakable. This went on for years and years, and I felt like I was alone in the world. Nobody ever seemed to notice, and even if they did, they probably would not have done anything to help regardless. One day, I broke. I decided I couldn’t be hurt any longer; I would harden myself to emotion so I could avoid feeling the pain I was going through. So that’s how it started. For a time, I felt like I was on top of the world: I wasn’t phased by anything, not even death of my loved ones, and I could build myself as a person without petty emotions getting in the way. But when I realized that things weren’t going to stop being that way, I became jaded and disappointed with life. One day, my mother just left and didn’t come back; just disappeared out of my life completely, but that didn’t change what had happened. She may have left, but she left a mess behind.

     All throughout high school, I didn’t know what to do with my life. I figured I’d just go do something and just be another cog in the machine like so many others; I had the intelligence (or so everybody else assured me) and the potential to do more, but I had no motivation. I didn’t know if I could handle or even had any desire to go to college. On the social side of things, I wasn’t doing much better. I never really had many friends, or any friends, really, and I could never figure out why. Sometimes it seems like people just weren’t very interested in me, or maybe they didn’t like me. Sure, I had an occasional person I was friendly with now and then, but those people didn’t tend to stick around for long. Life usually got in the way of anything that might have developed. On the personal side of things, I see now that I was even more of a mess, even though I didn’t recognize it at the time. I didn’t feel as I could trust anybody, and most of all I didn’t want anybody else thinking they could try to help me with my own problems. I kept everything about my life I hidden, kept to myself, everything I thought that was unmentionable, except until I met one person who changed my life in so many ways.

********************

     Alex Craiomi. He was my freshman year roommate and, for a time, the greatest friend I had ever had, as well as being one of the only ones. I never really connected very easily with people, and going into college, I had just assumed the same would always be true… but Alex, he… he was someone different. He just didn’t care. In that regard, he was like a saint. He oozed charisma and presence, but when I first met him, Alex was both one of the humblest and kindest people I had ever met in my life. Nobody could hate him, and he loved everybody. The moment he walked into a room it was filled with this magnificent, indescribable energy that everyone just felt. He was my best friend and he made me feel like I belonged. I looked up to him and I admired him. Everybody wanted to do anything they could to please him, and I was no different. But he didn’t care if anybody was sucking up to him or going out of their way to impress him or not—he was just a good person. Even though Alex wasn’t always my first choice of the person I would turn to—there were dozens, in fact, at one time or another—he was the one I finally settled on. Those kinds of things wear you down, and at the time I told him, I was in a rut like no other I had been in before. I was afraid. And so, I talked to Alex. I told him everything. Everything. Every single thing that had happened to me that had messed me up and led to my depression: everything about my mother, who she was, what she was like, what she had done; no detail unspared. I let out my raw, grisly feelings to him, and he still accepted me. He accepted me more than ever, because he knew I needed someone to help me. On one hand, it hurt to get everything out, but on the other hand, things started to feel better. For once in my life, I had hope that I wasn’t truly alone in the world: that maybe, I could start to move on with my life, and maybe I could become something. Alex gave me hope and inspiration for my life, and he was there for me every step of the way.

     Sophomore year came, and at first, nothing changed. Alex was the same old Alex as before, and things were perfect. Thanks to Alex, I had the confidence to try and come out of my shell more often. Even though we weren’t roommates any longer, we stayed close friends. I knew he would always be there if I needed him, and need him I did. Even though I felt like I was getting better, I knew that I wouldn’t be cured overnight. Maybe Alex thought I would be. Toward the end of the year, he started to drift away. I chalked it up to stress with finals and tried my best not to beat myself up like I always used to before every time someone didn’t want to be around me. It didn’t work too well. Summer came and went. I didn’t hear from Alex much. He didn’t send me any messages, and whenever I tried to send him messages, he would always be brief and take a lot of time to respond. It unnerved me a bit, but once again, I tried to be optimistic.

     Then we were back at college as juniors. I figured things would get back to normal before long, but I guess I was just too naive. Things didn’t get any better; they only got worse. I tried to talk to him to ask him what was wrong, but he ignored me. I kept asking, kept pushing, and he got hostile. I kept asking myself what I did wrong, and, I don’t know, maybe I did do something wrong, but I’m feeling more and more like I should be blaming him for how he treated me. He turned away from me—betrayed me—when I needed him the most. He abandoned me and treated me like shit for no reason. But, of course, I didn’t feel quite like that in the moment. Some days, I would just sit around and hope I might run into him. He’d still treat me awfully, or just ignore me, but I didn’t care. As long as the chance was there—no matter how small—that things could go back to the way they were before, I remained hopeful. But he had changed. Maybe all he wanted was to have a good time, and I couldn’t give him that; maybe he was just a horrible person all along and I had been so desperate for acceptance that I had ignored it the whole time. There were so many “maybes” and unknowns that it made my head spin. Things got pretty bad for me. Whenever I would see him, I felt like the life just drained out of my limbs. It was like that feeling I used to get from him, when he would come in and everything would just get revitalized, except the opposite. I felt weak, like I was being drained, and I could do nothing about it. All I could do was shuffle along and try to get as far away as I possibly could as soon as possible. My legs were shaking, my heart was pounding, and my chest was tight. Just seeing him again made the wound fresh and hammered in just how alone, weak, and powerless I was. And here’s the thing about Alex. He knew everybody. It’s a horrible thing, a horrible, horrible thing when every day you have to go out and be afraid that people might be treating you differently just because somebody who doesn’t like you may or may not have said something bad about you to a bunch of people. It doesn’t even have to be true, but they don’t know that. And that’s the other thing: you don’t know if they’re actually treating you differently, or if you’re maybe just imagining it. When you’re already so messed up in the head, you can’t ever really know. You’re just stuck in this void of doubt and feeling awful but not having anyone to help you because you don’t know if you can trust anyone any more, and if you do think you might be able to trust someone you’re afraid that they’re just going to do the same thing to you and hurt you again, and you don’t know if you can take it any more. And there’s nothing you can do. When you’re in the moment, you don’t always think about it like that, but when you have time to sit and dwell on your thoughts, those are the kind of things you tend to think about. Sometimes when I saw him, I would also notice some of our older mutual friends with him. I thought they were good people too, once, but they too passed by without even acknowledging me. I felt defeated. I felt lost. I had no one else to turn to. I was too afraid.

     I don’t know how I got through senior year. Each night, I dreaded going to bed, knowing that every time I would simply be stuck alone with my thoughts for hours before I managed to fall asleep, only to wake up again and again in the middle of the night, panicked and disoriented. I slept longer and later through the day, and made sure all my classes were in the afternoon, but I was still tired all the time. I just kind of dragged my way through the days and hoped to survive. I ran into Alex every now and again, something that was unavoidable given his prominence in the social community, but by then, I had already come to terms with it and accepted my fate, so to say. I realized that I had been clinging onto a lie for such a long time. Alex was not a good person. He never had been. When he realized his opportunity, he began probing me for information, then exploiting my vulnerabilities, one by one. I clung to his “support” out of desperation. When he had enough of me, he abandoned me… just like everybody else wants to. I want to wake up one day and find that I’ve been stuck in a horrible nightmare this whole time, and everything’s really all fine and dandy. I just want my friend back.


********************

     So here I sit, contemplating life. Now that the world’s been turned upside-down and people are dying every day in unheard-of numbers, I guess all that crap doesn’t even matter any more. Maybe Alex is dead by now; maybe he killed himself the day people realize the winds weren’t ever going to stop. Maybe he’s still out there. It’s been two years since the day the panic started, and still nobody is any closer to understanding what’s causing the winds; the closest anybody can come is that they’re some form of divine punishment designed to purge society of all the sinners, or something like that. Y’know, come to think of it, there was a gentle breeze blowing the day I rolled back into town coming back from college. Everyone in town I ran into commented on it, said it was good that there could be a cool breeze when it had been so hot lately. Said that just yesterday, everything had been completely still, like the earth was holding its breath… completely still…

     Maybe I should kill myself. Maybe I’m the cause of this never-ending storm. Maybe I’ll even be the last human alive, just sticking around and wallowing in my miserable thoughts till the end of time. That’d be a funny thought, wouldn’t it? But maybe I off myself, nothing changes, and the world is still on a one-way road to destruction. Does it really matter then what I do then? So maybe I should stick around. Not much reason to stay, but not much reason to leave either. After all, it’s pretty absurd to think that I could ever be that important. No, it’s completely ridiculous, isn’t it? Life’s pretty funny that way. Some day, I’ll be swept up by the storm and be carried off and probably ripped apart or thrown around or something until I finally die. But until then, all I’ve got left to do is sit around and think about the meaning of my life, my own personal hell. So here I sit, here in my tempest eternal.

THE END

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Off-Topic / Re: The Birthday Topic
« on: April 26, 2018, 01:51:24 AM »
Happy birthday Olimar!

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