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Posts from Mafia 60. Nonsense, mayhem, and a few artifacts.Auto-translated
Forget it, all of you. If even the GM doesn't want to see me in the game, go ahead and keep it up, there's no need to keep tormenting me. You can even shout it out as a group, just to make sure you finish me off.
I think you definitely enjoy getting on my nerves, making me anxious and upset. Execute Delirious.
I don't understand what this has to do with anything. Delirious is claiming a perfectly specific peaceful role, so if we have to choose between the two of you, the priority is definitely her. All you do in this game is complain about how bad of a player you are. Although your first post was promising. We can also add your dislike of playing as the Mafia, etc. But, honestly, I don't even want to get into it anymore. I spent enough time on it in the past, and you're still stuck on the same thing. Execute Koshu
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Now, think about which scenario would make me more upset and stressed – if I were a Mafia player and playing with a team that knows and trusts me, or if I were a Town player, considering the large number of good Town players, none of whom want to listen to me and all of whom are convinced that I am 100% Mafia.
Now think about which scenario would make me freak out and get upset – if I were Mafia and playing with a team that knows and trusts me, or if I were Town, considering the number of good Town players, none of whom want to listen to me and believe 100% that I'm Mafia.
I've been trying to listen to you for two days, Ment has been trying, Amko, etc. – there's been absolutely no response.
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
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.
No, guys, I demand a replacement. I barely got internet access, and I'll soon be completely offline. It's the weekend, after all! The new owner of my role will leave a message.
Sub Zero and Zybr were under the observation of two people.
Sandro was acting strangely. And no one had seen Ruddy.
Neira Drake received a rose-scented letter from a secret admirer.
Near the tombstone of Wolfstet, a person of dubious appearance was loitering.
Amko was stabbed in an alley. Such a fate was more fitting for a street thug than for him. However, those who knew about his activities would even agree that it suited Amko. The deceased offered almost no resistance, as he always relied on his intellect rather than his physical abilities. This even slightly disappointed the killer, who was used to a fight. As he left the scene, he didn't notice that he had dropped 100 pieces of paper with the inscription "54.08.30" on them.
Ruddy was peacefully sleeping in his bed when he was killed. The man with the crazy look didn't care about the moral virtues of his victim. With a bestial smile, the killer left Ruddy's dwelling, and the atmosphere there after the owner's death resembled the year of the 34th Father's death.
New announcements were posted on the main square.
I wanted to work overtime, but they refused to pay me extra, so I didn't. I forgot to mention yesterday that I was comparing Neira to Amko. Maybe this detail could play a role in finding the bad guys. Tonight, I went to see Zybr, and he doesn't look like Amko at all, and therefore not like the others either. Pisaka na voloske visaka. P.S. I'll buy artifacts, write to me in a private message. P.S.S. The mafia has been up to something, think about it.
Yesterday, I was with Amko. I continue to wander aimlessly at night. Does anyone know of a late-night store that sells popcorn? P.S. Do you even read my notes? Or does the rambling prose of a drug-addicted count scare you? iCitizen
A voice from the grave: Kitz Kitsunka sends greetings to the guard.
Today, I'll be brief, I'm tired, I can't, I want mint. There is no mint. Ruddy is gone. Ggaf!
I'm speechless regarding Kosh)) Having such a role, you can't freak out like that, but at least judging by the "sentence for free-thinking in political views," you landed on the baron, which is very good. Anyway, pull yourself together; our chances are good right now, even very good.
As for the night, then
Sub Zero and Zubr were found to be under the observation of two people.
They visited doc and inc
Sandro was behaving strangely. And no one saw Rudyi.
Sandro was redirected, Rudyi stayed in the block.
Neira Drake received a rose-scented letter from a secret admirer.
That's clear. Why Neira specifically, Kosh?
A person of an unreliable appearance was loitering by Wolfstet's tombstone.
The detective visited
Amko was stabbed in an alleyway. Such a fate was more deserved by street scum than him. However, those who might know the nature of his occupation would even agree that this fits Amko as well. The deceased offered almost no resistance, for he had always relied on mental rather than physical abilities. This even slightly disappointed the killer, who was used to a struggle. Leaving the crime scene, he didn't notice how he dropped 100 pieces of paper with "54.08.30." written on them.
Amko was apparently a detective: mental abilities + "However, those who might know the nature of his occupation would even agree that this fits Amko as well" (I thought it was a reference to digging graves) Clue - "Leaving the crime scene, he didn't notice how he dropped 100 pieces of paper with "54.08.30." written on them."
Rudyi was sleeping peacefully in his bed when he was killed. The man with the crazed look didn't care about any of the moral virtues of his victim. With a beastly smile, the killer left Rudyi's dwelling, where the atmosphere after the master's death resembled the year of the 34th Father's passing.
Now here I didn't quite understand if it was the count or the priest. I hope it's the latter. Clue - "the atmosphere in which after the master's death resembled the year of the 34th Father's passing".
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Arandor
