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THAT IS THE POINT.
Which is why i asked you all if you would do that as town. Nobody answered yes. So i conclude scum did that, and that abr is town.

Well town would have JK on n3, it is on n2 that town wouldn't have.

Hi get the feeling the discrepancy is due to derp.

I almost want this to flip town

Re: derp
Why would scum block a BG if they dpnt even try to shoot the cop?

Wat?

Even if there was nothing else, JacobSavage needs to die for changing his claim of targets (from "obvious target on n2 - n3" to "ABR then AD").

There is no reason to consider possibilities where JS would have been blocked.

In post 1771, Cogito Ergo Sum wrote:Desperado is still a good bet for scum for dropping his Shadowehread so discretely and then never showing any interest in that angle (nor having anything except the most generic possible excuse to justify it).

I don't need to justify anything. I thought Shadoweh was scum early in the game and then she started looking progressively townier.

And there is nothing discrete about me later saying "Shadoweh looks really town now" so where did you get that from?

In post 1783, Desperado wrote:

In post 1771, Cogito Ergo Sum wrote:Desperado is still a good bet for scum for dropping his Shadowehread so discretely and then never showing any interest in that angle (nor having anything except the most generic possible excuse to justify it).

I don't need to justify anything. I thought Shadoweh was scum early in the game and then she started looking progressively townier.

And there is nothing discrete about me later saying "Shadoweh looks really town now" so where did you get that from?

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Vote: Jacob

Scum slipping onto wagon on buddy ^
Also you got it ass backwards, shadoweh became more scummy as the game progressed. I had her as a townread at first too.

1785 is a scumpost

In post 1778, sirdanilot wrote:VOTE: jacobsavage

Whatever you say, scum.

In post 1782, Elscouta wrote:Even if there was nothing else, JacobSavage needs to die for changing his claim of targets (from "obvious target on n2 - n3" to "ABR then AD").

There is no reason to consider possibilities where JS would have been blocked.

You have heard of a thing called WIFOM haven't you?

The Reason behind claiming that I targetted the "obvious target" was to make scum believe that I would be on ABR and not on anyone else, thus making a descission based on wrong infomation.

I targetted AD because ABR was practically useless any way, and AD was in my mind the strongest town read.

:/ i really want to believe him

In post 1789, ActionDan wrote::/ i really want to believe him

That was actually the fastest wagon/lynch I've seen recently.

Oh wait he's lynched.

Now was Tuor torn sorely between his reverence for the king and his love for Idril and his child, wherewith his heart was sick; yet already serpents fare about the square trampling upon dead and dying, and the foe gathers in the mists for the last onslaught; and the choice must be made.

VOTE COUNT 4:3

Albert B. Rampage

- 2 - Tierce, JacobSavage

Cogito Ergo Sum

- 2 - Espeonage, Albert B. Rampage

Espeonage

- 1 - SpyreX

JacobSavage

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7

- PeregrineV, shos, Cogito Ergo Sum, Elscouta, sirdanilot, ActionDan, Desperado

Not voting (0)

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With 12 players alive,

7

votes have been placed to lynch as of Post #1783. Please stand by.

But still in secret she had counselled that the delving be pressed on, and that henceforth should speed weigh more than secrecy, "because now is the time very near". And another rede she gave, that certain of the bravest and most true among the lords and warriors of the Gondolindrim be chosen with care and told of that secret way and its issue.

In secret too she whispered to folk that if the city came to its last stand or Turgon be slain that they rally about Tuor and her son, and to this they laughed a yea, saying however that Gondolin would stand as long as Taniquetil or the Mountains of Valinor.

Now comes Tuor at their head to the Place of Wedding, and lo! there stands Idril before him with her hair unbraided as on that day of their marriage before; and great is his amaze. Idril saw not even Tuor, for her gaze was set back upon the Place of the King that now lay somewhat below them.

THE BATTLEMENTS

The lords of Gondolin hear a thin, clear shout. Above the mists stands their princess.

Everyone stops moving. The people of Gondolin honor their king. They love Tuor. But they

worship

their Princess.

"Settle down, settle down. Yes, all of you. We shouldn't still be dealing with this sort of nonsense."

A cheer of assent from those who aren't caught in the teeth of the invading dragons.

"Gondolin is our home!" Idril cries.

"Hear, hear!"

"Aye!"

"But to those who haven't noticed, I'll give you a pass on this one - our home is freaking

on fire

." It's utterly silly that this statement doesn't seem so popular with the warriors of Gondolin. It is at least as true as all the rest. "Anyway," the golden-haired princess continues, "we - no, darling, you may not go pet that dragon, no, I don't care if he seems cute, Mother says he's

very dangerous

, my sweetling - we don't all want to burn. To that end, behold! Surmising that my cousin Maeglin was a creep and that Morgoth really has it out for our White City especially, I and a few people I won't name now but whom I happen to trust quite a lot, delved a secret delving. Now Morgoth is attacking us and, my appreciation to all involved in the decision, Maeglin is dead -"

"He bounced," Eärendil says serenely.

"And we should all run away to safety through the Secret Way instead of all dying here."

Silence.

"You can thank me later."

Silence, except for some dragonfire being extinguished in a fountain. And the clash of blades. And then Idril sees the eyes of the Lords of Gondolin, bright as flame, their (mostly) Noldorin tempers whipped into a frenzy by the battle, and the sight of their doomed city, and the desire for vengeance, for defiance, for not saving their own skins when hope is lost. They look at their beloved Silver-foot and see yet another enemy who wishes to take Gondolin from them, or them from Gondolin. She has made a dreadful miscalculation. Suddenly the walls she stands upon look rather high to Idril.

"Here, child, why don't you go find your father and ask if you can hold his axe? Mother may be a little busy."

The princess watches her little son wander off through the carnage. She hopes he will live through the Fall of Gondolin.

She also hopes the warriors of the Flower of the Plain kill her

before

throwing her over the Caragdûr.

Now then they had Idril by the hair and sought to drag her to the battlements; and she fought, alone as she was, like a tigress for all her beauty and slenderness.

-

Night 3

will end in

(expired on 2014-02-15 16:25:00)

Then all that host halted and looked back and their hearts stood still; for now they saw why the foe pressed them so little and the reason of their salvation. Lo! a drake was coiled even on the very steps of the palace and defiled their whiteness; but swarms of the Orcs ransacked within and dragged forth forgotten women and children or slew men that fought alone. Glingal was withered to the stock and Belthil was blackened utterly, and the king's tower was beset. High up could they descry the form of the king, but about the base a serpent of iron spouting flame lashed and rowed with his tail, and Balrogs were round him; and there was the king's house in great anguish, and dread cries carried up to the watchers. So was it that the sack of the halls of Turgon and that most valiant stand of the royal house held the mind of the foe, so that Tuor got thence with his company, and stood now in tears upon the Place of the Valar.

Then said Tuor: "Lo! I live; yet now will I get the king hence, be it from the Hells of Morgoth!" With that he would make down the hill alone, maddened by grief. Yet even as he spoke a great noise and a yelling rose from that place of anguish.

THE KING'S TOWER

"I can totally take him."

"With all due respect, my king, it's a

dragon

."

"Hey, my brother once took a dragon. Sort of."

"With all due respect, my king, High King Fingon is

dead

."

"Yes," Turgon muses heavily. "But," he says, eyes lighting up with inspiration, "not because he fought that dragon!"

The attendant at the king's side smiles wanly. "Well, there is that."

"So, as I said, I can

totally

take him." He takes up his greatsword in both hands and holds it up to the light of his beautiful, burning city. "Besides, what choice have we left?"

"Not much."

"Exactly. And as they say . . ." Turgon, king of Gondolin, rushes at the dragon. His towers will crumble around him. He is doomed. But for a moment, he shines bright.

"

What?!

" screams his companion, amid the swirling flame. "What do they say, my king?" He splutters in the mist and smoke. "With all due respect, of course!"

The king grins. "

Great is the fall of Gondolin.

"

Behold, the tower leapt into a flame and in a stab of fire it fell, for the dragons crushed the base of it and all who stood there. Great was the clangour of that terrible fall, and therein was lost Turgon King of the Gondolindrim, and for that hour the victory was to Morgoth.

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VOTE COUNT 5:0

Not voting (10)

: Tierce, shos, ActionDan, Espeonage, SpyreX, Cogito Ergo Sum, Desperado, sirdanilot, Elscouta, PeregrineV

With 10 players alive it takes

6

votes to lynch.

Deadline is in

(expired on 2014-02-25 20:05:00)

Peregrine V

is V/LA until Monday the 17th.

Keen on doing some VCA today.

Hurray, I was right, and now im getting jailkept. At least im stayin alive.

So now what; im getting cold feet about CES.