Mafia: general discussions.

What are you complaining about? I think it's perfectly normal to accuse him of the fact that because of his inappropriate behavior in the chat, he still hasn't written and run his own game. Or that you haven't won a single Mafia game you participated in. Or that you earn less than you would like. There's a wide range of possibilities, and you're being modest.

1) Actually, my game was almost finished (we just got distracted by the argument about whether it's appropriate for an adult to spend less time on the game than helping his mother, and whether local trolls should twist his words, portraying him as a "mommy's boy"). Suddenly, a regular forum user claims that he's ready. I give up my turn, and a week later, it turns out that, apart from the beautiful pictures, the game's readiness is no greater than mine. I gather players for him and find out that this is his first time as a GM.
2) a) False! b) What is winning? When you climb to the top over the corpses of others and shout, "I am the king of the mountain!" Sometimes, your death, which brings victory to the team, is a victory in itself! c) If we're already talking about statistics, then list the reasons for the "losses" - this is "lynched" as a peaceful player who annoyed everyone with his panic (as it turned out later, at that time, all the Mafia members were still alive except for one, who was identified by me and lynched based on my tip. All the other nights, peaceful players were lynched, and without me). "Killed on the first night" (personal motives). "Lynched on the first day" (personal motives). "Modkill on the first day" (a young GM decided that I had revealed my role with my phrase, although even those who supported the modkill couldn't privately call the revealed role). Lynched on the first day "because that's the tradition." Modkill in the middle of the game "for revealing the role," and two players from the opposing team revealed their roles much more and didn't get modkilled, which caused an epic argument at the end of the game, equal in duration to the game itself.

And the apotheosis - modkill on day zero, already after accepting the ND, since we had a serious argument with the GM.

I had some frankly weak games, and some that I'm still proud of. It's a pity that not all logs have been saved.

3) Regarding earnings, this is a personal matter, and on other forums, you can immediately get a reprimand for it (especially since you're not a millionaire either). But I'll answer: until the summer, I earned 25,000 rubles a month - it was enough for me to go to Estonia and India and lend money (sometimes without getting it back - I'm owed more than 71,000 rubles now). In August, I asked for a raise because I started taking care of a wonderful woman, and now I earn 30,000 rubles. Are you satisfied?

It all started after this statement of yours.

No, it started even earlier.

Now think about this. All people tend to experience stress. A GM who is debuting experiences especially strong stress.

I know - I'm constantly in stressful situations - but they motivate me.

What are you in terms of psychoyoga? Is your will the first or the third?

I was worried throughout the game that something might go wrong and break down, and you're yelling such things at me. I tried my best to keep the game going and worried about every ambiguity that arose.

But that was not noticeable - I was offering solutions, and you didn't even want to discuss them - from the outside, you seemed, excuse me, like the cat from "The Return of the Prodigal Parrot": "Tahiti-Tahiti - we're fed well here too!" I didn't see in you a desire to somehow fix the situation.

Criticism in the middle of the game throws the GM off balance because he is already stressed by running the game.

Running the game gives the GM euphoria, not stress. And if all the GM can say is, "Don't worry, it won't be long now," and "I won't even watch your game" (that is, he refuses to learn and fix mistakes just because "the teacher said unpleasant things to you"), this says a lot about the GM as a person