Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
Wasn't the scan what faction Zack was (deutschland)? That's not strictly opposite. And he said he scanned a previous one correctly.
Mafia Game: Those Darn States (Game Thread)
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Wasn't the scan what faction Zack was (deutschland)? That's not strictly opposite. And he said he scanned a previous one correctly.
pevergreen
Chieftain
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I'm fine being scanned. Scan away. I have nothing to hide.
Noble American blood runs in my veins
You have nothing to hide, but when given the choice of doing anything, you sing sacred chant while running around?
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
I'm fine being scanned. Scan away. I have nothing to hide.
Noble American blood runs in my veins
Regarding Diamondeyes, give him another go at it. If he gets it wrong again he is confirmed Insane Cop (Or slight possibility of mafia)
I also voteSearch the base
See this is where things start to puzzle me. I'm not purely insane, because Winston Hughes, my first night scan, was correct.
Zack, my second night scan, was not.
My third night scan, I have reason to believe is correct, but it is not confirmed yet.
By logic, every 'even' night would be false, every 'odd' night true. But that's speculation and I am hesitant to trust my own investigative ability
pevergreen
Chieftain
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Random chance could come into it.
I got that when I was Zapp Brannigan.
I got that when I was Zapp Brannigan.
GenMarshall
High Elven ISB Capt & Ghost Agent
I hope there aren't any alien trickery Diamondeye, however we must, Search the base for great justice!
Capt Blackadder
Chieftain
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Search the base
I say Diamondeye that it is clear that your results are incosistent and that for us to make heads or tails of them would prove to be a fruitless exercise. What you need to do is to continue to investigate and when you beleive you have found out how it works we can figure out what to do from there.
I say Diamondeye that it is clear that your results are incosistent and that for us to make heads or tails of them would prove to be a fruitless exercise. What you need to do is to continue to investigate and when you beleive you have found out how it works we can figure out what to do from there.
Verarde
Pondering Wearing A Hat
Let us search this base for any clues or items we might find.
Virote_Considon
The Great Dictator
See this is where things start to puzzle me. I'm not purely insane, because Winston Hughes, my first night scan, was correct.
Zack, my second night scan, was not.
My third night scan, I have reason to believe is correct, but it is not confirmed yet.
By logic, every 'even' night would be false, every 'odd' night true. But that's speculation and I am hesitant to trust my own investigative ability
Did you get both guilty? Because then you could be paranoid.
landlubber
Scottish Nationalist
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THAT actually makes sense, if you look at it that way...
landlubber
Scottish Nationalist
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Oh, maybe not...
EVENING FOUR
A decision had been reached to be proactive on something other than a lynch on this day, with a strong majority in favor.
So throughout the day people had split up to see what they could find. For a long time, it was just mundane things, or what would be expected, a real World War II military base. Except there was also the distinct feeling of abandonment and emptiness, a sort of half-truth to what they saw, as if this military base had been handled with mittens.
The first munitions were found in an air hangar and useless except to the planes. That was interesting news indeed however but the town was unsure if anyone could pilot the craft and no one was again willing to speak up if so.
One thing was clear - there were plenty of foodstuffs and other provisions around, and most people had enough of a personal stock going around, that everyone estimated they'd be good for weeks with no problems on basic supplies. Even found a warehouse packed to the brim with cotton, though in an unprocessed state it wasn't, uh, much use to anyone. Didn't take up too much time on that search.
Of course, after all that had happened it could hardly be expected to finish a day with no oddities. At some point, off in the distance a group of searchers thought they spotted a man in some trees. Later, more interestingly, another group reported the same, but this one was doing something. At any rate, someone had certainly hidden another radio setup for a portion of the day somehow, it blaring out one radio message for a few repetitions:
"Which of you could reproduce by parthenogenesis? You can't hide forever you miscreant!!1"
But something unusual was also finally found - something definitely out of place. Hidden away in a room that couldn't be located later, some people retrieved a mysterious device. It seemed like a weapon of some sort, and when a trusted handler fired off into the distance the perfectly bright blue disk was unmistakable. The Energy Weapon would be stored away carefully and watchfully and voted on the next day.
Before sunset, and everyone dispersing for the night, the last matter to be handled was once again giving out Lincoln's tophat. It was voted to Diana Abnoba. Then, after what felt like a simpler and more restful day, it was night.
It is now Night Four. Day in 24 hours.
A decision had been reached to be proactive on something other than a lynch on this day, with a strong majority in favor.
So throughout the day people had split up to see what they could find. For a long time, it was just mundane things, or what would be expected, a real World War II military base. Except there was also the distinct feeling of abandonment and emptiness, a sort of half-truth to what they saw, as if this military base had been handled with mittens.
The first munitions were found in an air hangar and useless except to the planes. That was interesting news indeed however but the town was unsure if anyone could pilot the craft and no one was again willing to speak up if so.
One thing was clear - there were plenty of foodstuffs and other provisions around, and most people had enough of a personal stock going around, that everyone estimated they'd be good for weeks with no problems on basic supplies. Even found a warehouse packed to the brim with cotton, though in an unprocessed state it wasn't, uh, much use to anyone. Didn't take up too much time on that search.
Of course, after all that had happened it could hardly be expected to finish a day with no oddities. At some point, off in the distance a group of searchers thought they spotted a man in some trees. Later, more interestingly, another group reported the same, but this one was doing something. At any rate, someone had certainly hidden another radio setup for a portion of the day somehow, it blaring out one radio message for a few repetitions:
"Which of you could reproduce by parthenogenesis? You can't hide forever you miscreant!!1"
But something unusual was also finally found - something definitely out of place. Hidden away in a room that couldn't be located later, some people retrieved a mysterious device. It seemed like a weapon of some sort, and when a trusted handler fired off into the distance the perfectly bright blue disk was unmistakable. The Energy Weapon would be stored away carefully and watchfully and voted on the next day.
Before sunset, and everyone dispersing for the night, the last matter to be handled was once again giving out Lincoln's tophat. It was voted to Diana Abnoba. Then, after what felt like a simpler and more restful day, it was night.
Spoiler tally :
It is now Night Four. Day in 24 hours.
Verarde
Pondering Wearing A Hat
Now what?
