Mafia 60. Nonsense, mayhem, and a few artifacts.

All I've heard from you is "I don't understand your logic, you're saying strange things," from Ment – accusations of being Mafia, and from some others – far-fetched attempts to falsely accuse me. And after the last game, my patience ran out, and I got tired of being a clueless player; everyone just doesn't care. Fine, if you don't want to see me in the game, go ahead and vote me out, modkill me, do whatever you want. I'm tired of digging and carrying the city. After a couple of lucky breaks, I've somehow gotten it into my head that I'm something special. My help isn't needed by anyone; everyone is doing perfectly fine without me, everyone is smart and knows everything, and I just get in the way, distort facts, analyze things incorrectly, and bother everyone. Now I've completely given up on analyzing things; think for yourselves, write correctly, figure out who the Mafia are, and I'll help as much as I can. But no, you're still unhappy. I don't know what you all want from me. If I write something, you say I'm wrong and making incorrect conclusions. If I don't write anything, you say I'm being perverse and am Mafia. I'm fed up. Now I'll probably get modkilled so that I don't bother you at all, and you can calmly figure out who the Mafia are without any distractions.

unfounded

If you don't know anything, just be quiet; you'll seem smarter.

Seriously, I'm tired of ranting, but I have nothing to lose, and I won't be able to cover myself – no one will believe me anyway, so if I'm going to rant, I'll rant to the end.