@cristi Don't hold on to your vig shot, the way I see it Dessimu already has flub to protect and if scum target you then town will have lost a vig shot. Pick Trent or HSL and shoot.

Vote CSPVG

@Hunter - I know you said it's just a gut feeling. Do you have anything concrete where hyper look scummy?

I don't know it's just when Dessimu was revealed as Doctor he asked him who he protected on preceding nights, looked like he was trying to find whether he can or can't visit same person two nights in a row. Asking a tracker what his previous visits will reveal new info but asking a doctor didn't make much sense to me because we know that Dessimu protected someone from Krypsyn on N1, protected someone other than bler on N2 and most likely flub on N3. (before Dessimu revealed the details) So asking who he protected could be scums way of trying to see if flub was protected on N2 as well. It's far fetched, which is why I said it was only gut feeling.

Today I have to travel a bit and it is entirely possible that I won't be much around. That said:

- I am in favor of lynching CSPVG and my vote is placed. Mainly because his wagon is stuck for too long and that raises highest suspicions. Other than that - I didn't like, how he kept insisting that I backtracked, twisted his posts, which were pretty much RVS (his and mine, D1) and he kept insisting even though I told him three times (I think it was three) that he was wrong. I could understand him wanting to lynch flubbucket or me (after I was confirmed) if he had little Towny-paranoia, but again - insisting hard to lynch and later on still suggesting to lynch possible Town power roles (he doesn't know if either of us are legit afterall) is too suspicious.
- In case he flips Town - I am in favor of definitely shooting trentonlf. At this point nothing worse can happen and if trentonlf is Mafia - we may live another day (I think, I did not count at this point)
- Not revealing who I save

Just something:
- @HypersomniacLive - yes, I do often see demons were there none exist and this habit of mine sometimes raises difficulties. But it's also something that is within my personality, character - to see or create possibilities and then to get overwhelmed by them

Final stretch. I will be mostly out in the next few hours so I will vote CSPVG now which means we have 10-12 hours to seal the deal and hopefully we finally hit the right target.

vote CSPVG

Perhaps.....just a knee jerk response. =)


Shoot: Krypsyn!!!

I don't see any need to wait till the deadline.

Vote CSPVG

Once more, the group came to a decision. trent shoved CSPVG forward. "100% certain this time - this one is a bad gal. No doubt," she affirmed.

Dean Sloth rose from her stupor and removed the handgun. Although her aim was terribly unsteady, she still managed to get the barrel pointed mostly in the correct direction.

CSPVG just shrugged. "Sorry dears," she began sadly. "I'm afraid you've picked wrong again." She began walking towards the window. Before she leapt, she stopped and smiled at Dean Sloth. "I love your shoes, by the way."

Then with a cry and crunch, she was out the window. Faintly, the remaining faculty could hear a soft lament of "remember the Peruvian pork bellies..." and then the sounds of someone sadly shuffling through the mud.

CSPVG has been fired. She was: Dr. Charlotte Rand, Professor of Global Management (TOWN VANILLA)

Dean Sloth stared into space for a minute.

Then she began to laugh. Not a healthy laugh, oh no. A deep, torso-centric maniacal laugh. A laugh like the damned in the deepest pits of hell would give when all sanity is lost. A bowel-puncturing, bile-spewing laugh, like no healthy individual should ever experience. A "Money Pit" laugh.

"Go to your room," she hiccuped, "Did you even know they don't even HAVE locks? This whole time? HA HA HA HAH HAH HA HA!!!" And on and on and so forth. She stumbled away to her own office, and the seven remaining faculty did the same...

__________________

VOTE COUNT

CSPVG (5) flub, Dessimu, Hunter, dedo, trent
trent (1) CSPVG

Not voting: cristi, HSL

__________________

It is now night.

We'll have more than 24 hours since it's 5:30 in the damn morning on a Sunday and I wouldn't even be here except my kids have a ridiculous 7 AM ice time slot. We'll shoot for about 30 hours and hope for the best. Thanks!

The kind of swearing that was coming from the Dean’s mouth was truly impressive.

Swearing that would make a dockworker turn red with embarrassment. Cursing that would have a sailor coughing politely. Profanity that would make truck drivers a little queasy.

Bad words, folks, and lots of them.

The faculty came out of their offices one at a time to find the Dean – obviously unslept, looking half-starved, half-crazed, and half-full of bitter self-loathing, raving in the foyer. Behind her on the wall stood a fresh spray of blood and tissue, and she had clearly been studying it.

“Which one of you @%!#ing ate it this time?” she yelled incoherently. “Lemme see you all! Come here you bunch of @%#%-@%^ing, ^$^##-smoking, #%^@$-licking...”

Well, it went on like that for a bit, until the faculty did, in fact, line up in front of her.

“I’m here,” said trentonlf.

“Me too, again,” said Dessimu.

“And me,” added flubbucket.

“Yup,” nodded cristigale.

“Checking in,” said Hunter65536

“Reporting for duty,” chimed in HypersomniacLive.

“No doubt,” agreed dedoporno.

“You’re all here?” asked the Dean, squinting her eyes incredulously.

“How the upside-down, under-baked @#$^ing french-fried horse !@$!% is that possible?” She asked, barking with madness-tinged laughter. “Okay, back to the @##%-humping !@#% room.”

The group were confused for a moment until they realized she meant the boardroom… and then they all followed her in.

It is now Day.

Votes have been rest.

With seven alive, it takes four to lynch.

Enjoy.

@all So, cristi lied?

@flub Who did you spy on and what did you find?

@dedo Any new info to add?

Woot, no new NK! Good job, Doc!


Yes, but let's see what cristi has to say first.

By the way, sorry CSPVG. I was sure you were going to be the first correct step, but I continue to fail in that regard.

...

First Citizen

Your name, sir, truly.

Cinna The Poet

Truly, my name is Cinna.

First Citizen

Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

Cinna The Poet

I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

Fourth Citizen

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

...

Exeunt

cristigale is mafia.

Vote: cristigale