Posts from Mafia 19. Trojan War. Auto-translated

Hommy, stop... You're not a maniac.

I agree that he's good for the city, but why, Xostor, did you change your opinion so drastically? You used to think he was a maniac.

I took a look and counted... Hostor + Morning + Revan + Tungus + Amko + Cash + Lizard + Pandora + Hommi - Thorium - Hermit - (based on assumptions) Now let's look at the role list: Priam + Hector + Helen + Memnon + Cicero + Penthesilea - Agamemnon - Odysseus + Diomedes + Patroclus - Priest - We have 8 + and 3 -, and in terms of roles, 7 + and 4 -... This raises the question, "WHY?!" Added 1 minute later

Didn't you think he was a maniac?

"He was considered a maniac" by Thorium; you can talk to him before he becomes a corpse.

Actually, as far as I remember from your posts, you also considered him a maniac, and I have the impression that you still do... it's unlikely that you would suddenly change your opinion like that... If that's the case, then you're wrong; he really isn't a maniac.

I didn't really support the idea about Homm, and I didn't even vote against it.

One of the positives is Pentiselea.

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I also think Hommi is a maniac. "While he was in the block, there were no kills from the priest." I don't know why you consider him peaceful. And there was a note about his status. And why are you so assertively claiming, Hermit, that he isn't a maniac?

Hostor, baklan, and who is Revan according to you? Thanks, by the way, for the list.

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By the way, Liz's stats haven't been verified either. So, he might also be an assistant to Troy.

O_o How is that possible? Penteseleia has a negative status.
If we look at the checks for Mem and himself: you, me, Amko, and Revan have a +. If we look at the checks for Kickn and himself: Cash, Pandora, and Tungus have a +, Hommi and Thorium have a -. Guesses about Lizard (Elena with a +) and Hermit (Mafko with a -)... Help!

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Thorium, go and have a little chat with your lover before the execution, don't bother the tough guys, we're discussing important things here.

Night fell over the besieged Troy. The city was illuminated by hundreds of torches and bonfires, and the air was thick with the stench of death – decay and human excrement. The mixture of feces, urine, blood, and vomit created an odor that perfectly complemented the agony unfolding here. Here and there, hundreds of corpses and half-dead soldiers lay scattered. Many of them were lying in their own excrement, maimed and torn, praying to the gods for death.
The townspeople whispered about spies who had infiltrated the city. Trust between the residents had been eroded – no one trusted anyone. Hostor entered the infirmary, concerned about the head wound he had received. There were only a couple of doctors in the entire city; the rest had either been killed or were occupying beds meant for the sick. Hostor realized that there were many more who needed medical attention than there were doctors available – some had lost limbs, some had lost an eye, some had suffered burns, but Hostor pushed his guilt deep into his heart and went to see the doctor.
Meanwhile, Morning and Cash were discussing the progress of the battle:
- Morning, why are you suddenly so sad? We haven't lost yet!
He sighed and said sadly:
- We've lost, we've lost. I've lost. - After a pause, he continued - He has another, or even another one.
- What are you talking about, friend?
- About Hostor, about Hostor... He's got dynamite.

And why are you so assertively claiming, Hermit, that he isn't a mage?

I'm not claiming anything. It's just my opinion.

[/U]Thor, go and have a chat with your lover before the execution, don't bother the tough guys, we're discussing important matters here.

Xostor, be careful with your words.

Revan, you're hilarious :D It seems Arandor gave you a good shove last night – you hit your coccyx, and your thoughts went wild :D

You too, Thorium, you too.

Hostor, watch your words.

Look at how intensely he's complaining at the monitor! It's as if he's contorted. It's strange – his rear end should be quite developed, just like any other democrat. In powerless rage, from his command post located near the latrine, he gazes upon the mightily towering Troy, which even the besieging war machines haven't deprived of its beauty and grandeur.
Just as the stones of the siege engines are shattered into dust against its fortified walls, so too will the strong anuses of the proud Trojans not accept the limp, short-barreled spears of the Greeks. And it was written by the prophet in the Book that the broken spectacles of the Greeks will absorb each two and a half meter long Trojan pike.

Look at how sharp the butthurt is on the monitor! It's almost twisted. Strange – the anus should be quite developed, just like any other democrat. In powerless rage, from his command post located near the latrine, he gazes at the mightily towering Troy, which even the siege machines surrounding it have not deprived of its beauty and grandeur.
Just as the stones of the siege engines shatter into dust against its fortified walls, so too will the strong anuses of the proud Trojans not accept the limp, short-barreled spears of the Greeks. And it was written by the prophet in the Book that the broken glasses of the Greeks will each accept a two-and-a-half-meter-long Trojan pike.

However, although it already seemed that everything was over, that I was to be eaten alive by this huge, terrible, stinking beast breaking through the breach in the city wall, something unexpected happened. The troll suddenly froze in the middle of the opening, let out a terrible roar, and began to pound the wall with its fists. Being unable to move either forward or backward, it could only scream in powerless rage, unable to reach its victims. The troll was too fat...

execute Thorium
to hell with the evidence, I flipped a coin *_*