WW CI - Mutton yesterDay, mutton toDay and mutton toMorrow

[Volo]

++Nerwen
This is a bandwagon. McCaber and Pom are less suspicious and they're up to 3 votes, so this is to counter that. Also, lots of talk, little reasoning.

[satansaloser2005]

++Pom

Because I just can't get over her obvious attempt to bandwagon.

Granted, Volo just admitted to doing the same thing, but that'll be an issue we can address toMorrow....


x'd with Nog

[Ozban]

So now McCab, Cop, Nerwe and Pom tie at three votes. Interesting. But I have a feeling much will change before deadline yet.

[Gil-Galad]

Who is yet to vote? This tie is really adding to the tension. 10 minutes to go, hopefully we won't be making history and having a mass 4-troll lynching on the first day.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Of the four people currently on the chopping block, I feel most bad about -

++Pom

I haven't had a chance to thoroughly absorb the thread yet, so this vote is based a lot on pure gut + bandwagoning. If I'm alive tomorrow, I hope to participate more - I apologize for not realizing the game had started.

[Nogrod]

Okay.

Maybe we are reading different threads - or then I'm losing something - but where did this meme start from that Copper said his vote was not random, or that it was well substantiated somehow? I mean he says it's gut-feeling...

What I find him saying is these:

Originally Posted by Copper

If I vote soon, I'll be voting for Boro, based on gut feelings. There isn't enough info so far for me to make a better reasoned guess. Unfortunately I'll probably be voting before we get to the substance of the day.

Okay, I have to vote immediately, and it's better to vote than not to vote at all. So: ++Boromir. Reasons: gut feeling, and the fact his only two comments had little content. (Downside to this: it's reasonable to assume that he'll post more later, so I can't take the latter into consideration too much.)
...
But it's down to Boro, a random vote, or abstaining from voting right now, so Boro it is. I'm aware that it's not the best reasoning.

[Nogrod]

I'll add...

++ McCaber

So it's Pom now (first with as many votes) with which I agree - so any further votes could be telling us something.

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

DEADLINE.

Please stop trolling. I will double-check the votes and the narration, along with the revelation of the role of the lynchee, will be posted soon (like in half an hour at most).

EDIT: My half an hour became only slightly more than half an hour, but hope it did not destroy anyone's life

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Now that the trolls became aware of the threat they were facing (even though it took a bit longer to the exceptionally dumb ones, who began talking only in late night hours before dawn), they started arguing which way was the best in determining who were those Wizards that were hiding in their midst.

"Let's taste each other, an' whoever tastes different, must be a Wizer!" Vol suggested.
So they started licking each other, but since trolls either taste like stone, or they taste rather awful even to other trolls, they soon stopped, especially after the argument became who tastes different or who seems to taste different than others.

"No good lickin' each other," said Oz at last. "Say we all turn around to stand on our heads having arm on us belly singing or reciting. Whoever manages is a Wizzer."

And so they did, and it was a pretty funny sight to see a cave full of trolls standing on their heads, but it was quiet, because trolls seldom sing and they cannot recite, especially when they are standing on their heads with their arms on their bellies. Needless to say, their arms can't sing either, and the Wizards were not so stupid as the trolls thought they would be and did not reveal themselves.

"I know a foolproof way to find out which of us are the good-for-everything, hoity toity wizards," Sal finally exclaimed. "Everyone hold up their feet! Whoever be wearing shoes is the traitor, an' whoever be wearing fancy shoes is a Wizard!"
But sadly, trolls rarely wear shoes, and the Wizards were clever enough to know that. So in the end, the trolls started arguing again and no clear course of action could be decided, even after Gil suggested he could try to sniff the Wizards out. It was really impossible, given the stench inside the troll cave, especially after all of them had held their feet up for some time.

It was Bane who finally came up with an idea that got the attention of others.
"Everybody knows that wizzards have beards," he said. "So that's what we've gots ter do, find a troll wiv facial hair and squash 'im into jelly ter spread on some nice, maggoty bread!"
The reaction he got, however, was not the one he would have expected.
"Bread?" screamed Brin. "Jus' bread? No meat?"
"I'm 'ungry," Mors suddenly said, probably reminded by the mention of food. "Let's just 'ave a dinner an' go to sleep."
"'tis always good if you can eat sum-un," Kat agreed.
"Bu' we 'aven't caught us a Wizzer yet," said Nog, looking more puzzled than usually.
"'ey, wha' if we ate a Wizzer!" Pom shouted.
"It ain't a bad idea," said Bore. "I ate a wizer once. Er it may 'ave been a lizer."
"Oi! I never et a Wizzer," said Cab. "Oi hears they can gobbles down a troll quick as ye loike. Say we gobbles um!"
"Let's get the pot boilin'," said Cop. "I'm tired of mutton."
"Blimey," Nerve agreed, "what self-respectin' she-troll wants stringy mutton to gnaw on when there's man-flesh to be had?"
"The only good Wizer is a dead Wizer," Lot agreed. "Or a roasted Wizer. Or a boiled Wizer. Or maybe a stewed Wizer."
"Bu' who should we roast, or boil, or stew?" Green asked.
"Lumme, if I knows!" Rick exclaimed.
"Pom o'er here looks like she 'as the most fat," said Lad.
The trolls all started shouting on top of each other, and most of all Pom, who suddenly didn't find the idea of having a dinner made of one of the cave denizens that appealing. But so furious and so hungry were the trolls, that before she could try to run or do something, four of them grabbed her and flung her into the boiling water.

First, nothing happened. Actually, only then nothing happened. Pom's body remained floating in the water, totally dead from the shock.

"Blimey," someone said, but then suddenly Pom's body started changing, her skin becoming less stone-colored and her hair lenghtening, and a long beard appeared on her chin. By then, the collective yells of "Blimey!" echoed through the cave.
"Looks like a supper for us! We got you, Wizzer!" the trolls shouted in unison and started feasting.


"Is it mornin' aww-ready?" Shaz yawned, waking up briefly from his overlong slumber.
"Yes, it is, ainnit," the others replied and soon all of them crawled to their corners and fell asleep.


~*~


Dumb and Dead
Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1
Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1
Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1

Dumb and Walking
A Little Green, "Green"
Bane Mantra, "Bane"
Boromir88, "Bore"
Brinniel, "Brin"
Coppermirror, "Cop"
Gil-Galad, "Gil"
Inziladun, "Lad"
Kath, "Kat"
Loslote, "Lot"
McCaber, "Cab"
Morsul the Dark, "Mors"
Nerwen, "Nerve"
Nogrod, "Nog"
Ozban, "Oz"
Rikae, "Rick"
satansaloser2005, "Sal"
Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz"
Volo, "Vol"


~*~


Night 2 falls. Clever troll, Insomniac troll, Purse-troll, send us your picks. Wizzers, start plotting. Others, sleep.

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

As the dawn broke and the trolls crawled into their beds, the three wizards only pretended to go to sleep and left the cave as soon as they dared. They were not very happy, and for understandable reasons - they had first lost their hats and now one of their own.

"This is insufferable!" one of them exclaimed.
"It is time to do something about it," another agreed.
"Indeed! It is time to show these trolls that they should not meddle in the affairs of wizards," said the last one, quite forgetting who had started meddling with whose affairs in the first place. But as wizards are never late, they are never wrong either, so it would be pointless to argue.

With their righteous cause in their minds, the three wizards sat down on a fallen tree and started discussing the best way to act. One drew his pipe (claiming it helped him think) much to the disapproval of another and the third in turn was much too fascinated with the birdsong and the daylight and all the other things he missed sorely in the dark cave full of smelly trolls. Soon they figured out their discussion was not very fruitful, so they decided to follow their noses. The wizard with the keenest smell went first and the others followed in his wake. They crept into the cave, assuming shadowy shapes as only masters of shape can. Their steps were almost as quiet as those of hobbit-feet, but even if they had stomped like stone-giants, there would've been little chance that someone would have woken: the trolls were used to sleeping in the eardrum-breaking noise of trollish snoring.

They went around the cave, trying to figure out who smelled the worst. It was a tough task, as all the trolls stank worse than most things the wizards had ever smelled in their long and eventful lives. Finally, they stopped near one of the sleepers whose smell they considered the foulest.

"What shall we do with him?" asked the first wizard in a hoarse whisper.
"I did not think that far," the second one confessed.
"I have an idea," said the third one. "An idea of a revenge. They boiled one of us, so we boil one of them."
"I am afraid we do not have big enough a kettle," said the first wizard.
"We do not need it," said the third wizard darkly. "One of you stand guard here, the other one follow me. I have a plan."

The first wizard stayed - although he really wasn't happy about the smell - while the second and the third wizard went back out. The third wizard took one of the troll's smaller kettles as they went. He told his fellow to make a fire and disappeared, then came back with the kettle full of water. The wizards boiled the water and then they slowly crept back to the cave with the steaming kettle, cursing quietly under their beards.

What welcomed them was something they did not expect. Not yet very far from the entrance, a sound of running footsteps met them, followed by their colleague running for his life.
"Back! Back away!" he shouted. "There's somebody awake! A troll was standing guard in the shadows, crept right behind me, I did not hear him over all that snoring! I just barely dodged his club!"
The other two wizards hesitated, then a yell from deep in the cave confirmed the first wizard's story:
"Ye won't be a-boilin' no one! Come an' get me, ye walkin' beards!"
The wizards looked at each other. They did not dare to go back and start a fight in the middle of the cave; if all the trolls woke up and saw them standing there, there could be no thinking of escape.

"I fear we cannot do anything more today," the second wizard said at long last. His fellows nodded solemnly.
"I wonder if those creatures are more clever than we thought," added the third. "Come, let us once again blend into shadows. We must be patient. Their time will come."

They left the still warm kettle in the mouth of the cave and disappeared into the darkness.


~*~


Dumb and Dead
Thinlómien, "Lom", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1
Legate of Amon Lanc, "Leg", dispatched by the Wizards as a threat on Night 1
Pomegranate, "Pom", a Wizard, boiled and eaten on Day 1

Dumb and Walking
A Little Green, "Green"
Bane Mantra, "Bane"
Boromir88, "Bore"
Brinniel, "Brin"
Coppermirror, "Cop"
Gil-Galad, "Gil"
Inziladun, "Lad"
Kath, "Kat"
Loslote, "Lot"
McCaber, "Cab"
Morsul the Dark, "Mors"
Nerwen, "Nerve"
Nogrod, "Nog"
Ozban, "Oz"
Rikae, "Rick"
satansaloser2005, "Sal"
Shastanis Althreduin, "Shaz"
Volo, "Vol"


~*~


Day 2 starts. Wizzers, stop PMing. Everyone, start posting. Those of you who did not vote yesterDay are well advised to vote toDay, or risk a modfire.

[Volo]

I've relicked Day1 without having time to read what has been said toDay, thus also trying to keep a cleaner impression on yesterDay's dynamics.

General chronological observation:
Cop #52 "There's more of us than any can count." This doesn't feel entirely genuinely said. Numbers feel like an advantage against the Wizers.

Speaking of advantage: Cheers to the Insomniac and to those who spotted Pom (no thanks to me there...)!

Ner #57 brings attention to Cap for the first time. Nothing incriminating, just laying pressure to a new area.

Originally Posted by Rikae

The only thing more useless than banter is recap of banter. I've never played with Copper before, but I have played with many a wolf (or wizard) who made long, detailed, organized posts with little content. I have a bad feeling about it.

Rik #66 Suspects Cap with what feels to me like more conviction than the suspicions raised before that. The outcome of this post strengthens the series of Cop suspicions and leads to the votes.
Rik repeats her strong suspicion in #93.

Ner, meanwhile stays ambigous in #68.

Eventually Rik #109 diminishes her suspicion on Cop, but the damage is done. Strategic affecting of opinions to lead to a possible lynch? Genuine, or maybe preparing a trap? Anyhow, these posts feel most influential of yesterDay, on second glance. Something here smells.



I had gathered other impressions but unfortunately today has been really busy and somewhat stressing. At the moment I'm hosting a couple of friends after work. I'll try to return to the game a few hours before the end of the Day.

[Volo]

In my preveous post I my thought that Pom instead of Copper had 3 votes. Copper didn't raise any alarms except for concentrating on something not very helpful.