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Pile O'Bones
Join Date: Oct 2006
Posts: 11
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Some things I'm thinking about while considering what to do about this tragedy:
1) there are 10 of us and 8 of them; therefore a random guess has a better chance of killing a friend than an enemy; 2) each pair has a 6 in 16 (37.5%) chance of killing another pair tonight; therefore, by tomorrow morning, assuming one of the pairs isn't lynched today, and they randomly pick their victims, 1 or even 2 pairs of the pairs should be dead by their own fangs; 3) with numbers this small, reality won't follow probabilities very closely. Given all of this, I don't know what to do but bar myself in my barn with my sheep and hope to find my courage and a large weapon by tonight. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Hey! This mutton jerky is awesome!" -- Naria, overheard talking to a friend ------------------------------------------------------------------ Missing a limb? Call 1-800-UNDEAD-ARM and get it replaced! |
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Okay. 13 from 18 has said something, most of them nearing nothing, though... Sadly we Finnish-elves need to go to sleep in a couple of hours and will have to vote soon...
![]() So anything this far? Naria and Lommy may be up to something with Macalaure. Post #10 surely raises questions. I myself like to speculate about how the baddies would work and many of you know well how prone I may be to suggest different methods to work with if I find something useful, but Mac's post seems to be just speculation from the angle of the baddie/lover. Except for the notion, that we should not look for the pairs on the early Days. What to say of that? Farael is running loose again! I'm not suspecting him by his readiness to cast suspicion everywhere (as that my lorebooks tell me is normal), but for this: Quote:
Nothing better this far... and this is not much.
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