I'll just explain how it looked from my side, and you judge for yourselves.
Anyway, I consider the first day a success for me. Yes, if my bet on Mornie being town didn't pay off, then I'm likely in the red, but if we are both town, then we already have a strong city link. I already have some initial suspicions about Crabby-Fragment-Lizard; there are potential allies. And overall, on the first day, I tried to play as brazenly as possible, knowing that my same-role ability cannot be stopped by anything, so both the town and the mafia can block me as much as they want. I was only afraid of death, which is why I whined a bit at the end of the first day, thereby making a double move: firstly, I was warding off the mafia, because there's a chance they'd think I'm intentionally whining about fearing death during the day while actually having protection and am baiting them into killing me (as it turned out, this move didn't work; the mafia went to kill me anyway, and I slightly overplayed myself), and secondly, I was laying some groundwork so that I supposedly look like Susanna asking for help, not wanting to spend an ult on the second night. But you know, those are just nuances.
In any case, I entered the second night with confidence. By the end of the day, I had already written a survey request to the Master regarding the Lizard and was ready to go chill...
And then they tell me I've been swapped. Moreover, it wasn't a swap with a useful role that could help me further clear myself, but with the mafia... And my only useful same-role ability is healing, which isn't even displayed in the newspaper. Plus, the set of items is as inconvenient as possible.
Well, that was the first moment when seeds of panic began to sprout. I quickly calmed myself down, decided that I would heal Morning to maintain the link, and that nothing terrible had happened; I'd help the town with the survey later as if I had written it myself. As long as a survey didn't hit me...
And then the Master comes along and says: "My dear fellow, you have a survey!"
And this is where I really start to get nervous. I don't know what to do; I realize that after the survey, my ultimate defense—"Actually, I could be the blogger, because she can't be blocked by anything, ha!"—will simply crumble if I do nothing.
But I pull myself together. I draw a table in my notebook with ALL possible answer options for the survey and their interpretations. I find the BEST option for myself, which is objectively great. Based on the answers, I would come out as either Susanna, or Charlie, or the Doctor, or the Guard, but I already have an argument ready regarding the Guard—that the Guard would have swapped items. I calm down and prepare to cosplay Susanna during the day; it's a good thing I laid that groundwork the previous day...
And then everything just goes south. Susanna is watching me... And my last bastion of defense collapsed at that moment. That was when, Revan, I panicked. The reason for this wasn't just the events of the night, but also the fact that the Master forbade me in DMs—under threat of a modkill—from A) helping you with the survey in any way; I literally begged him for the right to help you even slightly... I knew that if you could solve the survey (which you didn't, lol), then I would likely survive the day because the argument about the Guard, damn it, should have worked. And B) I was told explicitly to forbid any mention of a role like Charlie existing in the game. All I could write was "You can't trust the tables right now...", but everyone didn't care.
And I don't know what happened to me after that, but I really lost my mind. Some echo of 2012 (or whenever) awakened in me, and a voice in my head whispered: "Brother, listen, you can't help the town. Either you're being dumped right now by the real Charlies with the Doctor + negatives, or you're trying to flounder on the edge of a modkill..." After I wasn't even allowed to properly flounder, that voice continued: "Listen, you're being pressed anyway and threatened with a modkill. Maybe just screw it? You have unique info that needs to be conveyed to the town somehow. Today, the GM definitely won't let you make any hints, not even the most veiled ones. Maybe the best town move is to actually come out and reveal Charlie knows the mafia? After that, Charlie can also come out and dump the mafia immediately; it's a decent plan, right?"
And for half of the game day, I was seriously ready to come out just to help the town in some way. It seemed to me that this was truly the best thing I could do in that position, and it was emotional own-goal/delirium; I realize that now.
I don't regret playing so emotionally and hysterically; that's okay. I regret mentioning the adeptus. That really wasn't worth doing. Yes, I understand that the Master was really suffocating me, but I should have just swallowed it all and tried to cling to life using other methods.
I am absolutely wrong here and apologize to all players.
But Master, my dear, I feel good toward you, but now that the game is over, I can tell you here that you suffocated me too much. Especially since you made the survey for me really convoluted. I only figured it out correctly on the third attempt, and you forbade any help to the town, even the simplest hint that the question wasn't about a lone player... I think that wasn't very cool. That's exactly why I avoid the journalist role in my mafias—too many problems come with it. And yes, this is the second game on this forum where I get the journalist—and after which the game ends in a scandal, nerves, insults, and a mafia victory at the last moment... I don't want any more, please, no more...
As for the rest of the game, it's a shame that you didn't keep playing based on psychology and my will. Many mistakes were made; townies were pinned. Lizard is negative, Nebo is mafia—yes, that was very funny to read at the end...
Gumer isn't great for the modkill, but please, friend, don't leave the mafia. I also love making beautiful hints, but it's time to get used to the fact that ХВ-mafia isn't exactly about that.
It's a pity, of course. That's why I'll whine again about notes. Notes allow for beautiful hints without breaking the game rules. I even wrote to the Master, if I recall correctly, that in my next game I will definitely introduce notes and will regulate everything so that all this hint-playing is moved exclusively there, so that such things are immediately punished during the day.
And overall, simplify the mafia. People aren't coping yet; it's obvious. The newspaper analysis was mediocre; no one even remembered the possibility that my same-role ability could have been swapped. Hostor wrote a long post in a neighboring thread suggesting running a minimally burdened mafia. I don't agree with this, of course, but I would run the next mafia simpler than not only this one, but even mine about fever and overdose...
Anyway, alright, the game turned out epic and memorable; I hope that the wave of hype and memes from it won't let the game wither away anytime soon. Thanks everyone! Please don't execute me so early in the next game, let me play normally. xD
P.S. Re-read Neyra's post again; yes, I must admit my fault here as well. The post about "great hit, mafias" was indeed unnecessary and violated the rules. This is not an excuse, but I wrote it on a huge wave of negative emotions because I was executed after all, so I didn't even think much, just blurted it out. Of course, I should have deleted it immediately. My apologies for spoiling your game.
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Well... Victory is undoubtedly the main goal of any player, as it's built into the mechanics, but ultimately the goal of a game where there are no stakes is to have fun. You can look at it from the position of a player for whom not only would victory through violations bring no pleasure, but they wouldn't even want to participate in such a game in the future.
Yes, I understand. Yes, I admit once again that it was very wrong of me to start mentioning the adeptus. That is truly an unacceptable move.
Or rather, how so. I've played classic mafia IRL quite a bit; there, something like getting a modkill for such a reveal (without flipping a card, just verbally, when, say, there's a discussion before voting and you start screaming info out of turn, receiving a final warning) to dump a black player is normal—it's an acceptable move. And maybe on other forums, the move of taking a modkill for the sake of giving useful info to the town isn't so bad; it's just one of the options for play, but here, specifically among these people and on this forum, you can't do that.
I understand this now and will maximize control over my emotions in future games and not allow such things to happen.

What if it was Lars who wrote that?