Alas that my delicious blueberry cheesecake is the last thing the dashing gentleman had ever eaten...sleep in peace, dear Formendacil.
My apologies, fellow villagers (and rotten lycans loitering around) for my late appearance, but yes, as Farael said, I do have timezones and it's such a malady. Too bad we don't have a doctor. Plus there have been a lot of orders for my famous forgetfulness potion-laden pizzas; no doubt this recent tragedy is to blame for that, but I certainly don't mind the inflow of cash.
That makes me miss Formendacil even more, for he mentored me in the arts of creating the perfect pizza...
But there's no time for me, indeed for all of us, to agonize over his death right now. What we all must do now is kill all these werewolves so our village could continue to survive.
However, it is apparent that on the first Day nothing substantial will be happening, and the events toDay normally make sense only after a few Days. There are not much real suspicions around either, for most are just based on the occupations. It will do us good to continue this kind of baseless finger-pointing, for in the Days to come they will reveal to us hopefully more than we thought they could. And also, we should keep our votes as scattered as possible, but not to the excess. Those who join large-scale bandwagons will surely be questioned the next Day, as well as those who vote for someone else when there already is a sufficient number of votees.
A rather confusing circumstance we are stuck in, is it not?
As for this Nilp guy, we have not much to lose if we lynch him. If he's a wolf, hooray for us. If he's a gifted, stupid of him for voting against himself. If he's an ordo, we have one less villager to worry about. Of course I would rather cast my vote against a known villain, but what do we all know right now? Except for the Seer (whoever they have dreamed of last Night), we're all completely clueless. (Oh, and of course, these dirty werewolves also know quite a lot of things.) Speaking of the Seer, I think it is best for them to stay hidden until whenever they deem the time is ripe, but it's their role and they'll do as they please.
I'll wait for some time and be back for my final words and a vote before returning to making pizzas, in honor of dear Formendacil. Pizza-making is a time-consuming task, you know.
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