BlitzBerg
ICC Board Member
pallu has sos' FOS, he finds no logic in pallu's posts, still he wouldn't lynch him. Not sure if he's trying to play two games or he is just over-reacting or that he has no idea what he has to do.
The shock had spread through the town quicker than a Chris Martin innings. This didn't happen in a small village like little Duckton. Everyone knew everyone, and they all liked each other or near enough. He and the cop had been first on the scene and it was he who had pronounced him dead. Something hadn't sat right with the townsfolk though. They weren't used to such happenings and panic had set in. It looks too clinical they thought amongst themselves. Suddenly the crazy stories of unhinged experiments all became fact and before he had time to defend himself he was strung up on the nearest tree and lynched like they did back in the good old days.
Except this time it wasn't because of the colour of his skin, it was just because of gut feeling. With his hangover he barely even protested, perhaps he thought it was easier that way, but from now on in the town would have to save themselves.
Pallu is dead. He was the Doctor. Town Aligned.
Right some learning points for you
1. Role claiming - the two players who are (or should be) safe from being lynched are the Cop and Doctor. They role claim by telling the other players in the game what their role is. This is not advised on day 1 as then the mafia will know who to target at night but is essential at LyLo (see above) where the town need as much information as possible to lynch correctly.
3. Defence - anyone is who is close to being hammered should be allowed to defend themself. This may be as simple as pointing out the scummy behaviour of others or more importantly it may give them the chance to role claim. Not allowing players a defence only helps the mafia (especially in games where roles aren't revealed on death).
For the record you're all idiots:
They nearly controlled the town, nearly. Only incompetence could stop them now. Maybe they were lazy, maybe they had assumed nothing could stop them, or maybe they had found the unguarded barrels of ale and spent the night indulging. Whatever the reasons the hands of fate felt no inclination to intervene...