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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
Posts: 7,431
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Indeed a pleasure. Thank you all, folks. Sorry, Volo...
I don't have the strength to say that. ![]()
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Reflection of Darkness
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull.
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Oh boy...well that all went over really quick. I had class when the Day began, plus other stuff, so I wasn't able to get her until now..
So, my vote: ++Volo Is there anything more to say? I guess we just need to wait for the final narration...
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Good to see you Brinn!
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![]() Good job people! And so sad you had to die Mac. We were counting on you to help us this Day but happily Volo confessed on his own... ![]() Although I'm a bit disappointed it ended this soon... Well, maybe Lommy's game (the next one) will go on a few more Days. I was just getting into this! ![]()
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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So what are the dreams?
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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2nd Night Lommy
3rd Night Mac ? As much as I hate to say it and break the fun, but actually beginning to think that you're not going to retract your votes. Am I fooled or am I double-fooled? |
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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I decided to get these things straights now, that I don't have to die of shock tomorrow.
1. I am innocent. 2. I truly thought that Legate's post was a joke and not a bluff. Because: A) I know that I'm innocent and if he would have dreamed of me, he would have known it too, so he could have played a joke of voting me. B) Legate was with me in Rikae's game where I pulled a Seer-bluff that looks somewhat similar to Legate's bluff here, if it's a bluff and not a joke. I would have never fallen for a bluff like that (I'm reminded of it every time I see my signiture for Clock's sake ![]() C) Legate's edit. I understood that as him admitting that he tried to confuse me into doubting his Seerdom, or something. Because my post with which he Xd no way hint that I would be a Wolf. So what did I spoil then with the post if not the joke? 3. Read my preveous posts and think if even the boldest Wolf you have seen would ever have posted such posts (I'm talking about the confusions about the double-lynch rules and protecting Lommy.) Think. 4. Read Brinniel's posts about Lommy and me mentioning it. 5. Read me mentioning in one of my last posts yesterDay how I think that Nogrod is innocent. 6. Read my second post toDay. I vote Brinniel because Legate and Nogrod have a trust-relationship and so more likely the two Gifteds. I don't have anything to lose, because if both Nogrod and Brinniel would have said that they are the Gifteds and not Legate, I would have retracted to him. I even mention that because I suspected him much more than Nogrod, whom I thought to be the Seer. 7. Think. I'll love and admire you, Legate, forever, if it was a joke from the very beginning. ![]() |
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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8. One of you two wins even if I am lynched toDay. Brinniel simply can't win anymore. Nogrod'll just hunt her down and one lone Gifted will survive the game. So actually it's all the same whether you retract your votes or no.
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