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Game Over - Town Wins
Endymion was lynched:
Canis lupus
You are a Wolf
You possess the following abilities:
[x2 Odd Night Roletracker] On odd nights, you can track another player and learn who they visited that night, as well as what their role is
Wincon: You win when Apex Predators control the majority vote.
Good Ending
I've been out here for just about a month now. First snowfall touched down yesterday. I planned on lasting the whole season. But the cold has a way of undressing you. Distill a man down to his bare essence, and tell him who he is. First softly, then loudly, until nature is screaming at you. Telling you all your weaknesses, all your silly little assumptions, how you've decayed.
What I had told myself was I'd be sticking out here until they'd give up looking for me, but that's not true. I had dreamed of how long I could keep going, of slapping mother nature's ass and calling her Mommy. I dreamed that I would keep going until I would return to the earth. I had dreamed that this was my purgatory. That the cold, or a bear, or something else would help me cross that river out here.
Nobody sane would do all this to avoid a couple of years in prison. But that's not the reason. I did it to avoid people. Just couldn't stand em anymore.
Take Gad, for example. "Boobies" this and "Boobies" that. I just had to roundhouse kick him, you know? Didn't mean to cause him brain damage. Pretty sure that was from the alcohol anyway.
And then before you know it, I'm cuffed. Uniforms escort me through jails, through courts, through talking suits. Finally I payed bail and was given a court date. Was also instructed, in the mean time, to see a shrink. I'm seen by Dr. Watson, for psychological evaluation. Crazy fucking broad. At first, it started off pretty normal, she tried prescribing Prozac, I refused. I told her about why I roundhouse kicked Gad, she seemed surprisingly sympathetic. Then, she gets a manic look in her eye. She gets up, flips a panel on the bookshelf, to reveal a collection of colorful dildos. "We're going to make Gad suck this dick". She cackles like a witch. I roundhouse kicked her as well.
Officer Aurelian showed up to my house to investigate what happened at Watson's office. I informed him he needed a warrant and to get off my property. He puts his foot in the door and charges in, tells me to get on the ground, at gunpoint. Then he instructs me to cuff myself, or that he would shoot me. Typical cop. At this point, I had enough, and didn't care if I was ventilated or not. I stood up and roundhouse kicked him. He didn't shoot me, think he was used to pointing it more than he was pointing the trigger.
Time to run. Pack all my camp gear and essentials and get in my car to book it. My thoughts are racing wildly. Plan is to spend about an hour on the highway and then get out into the sticks, and abandon the car. Before I could hit the gas, I get a knock on my window. It's Endymion, my nosy neighbor. I remembered he called the HOA on me for my lawn last week. I get out of the car and roundhouse kick him for good measure, before I leave.
And that's how I ended up here. Eating Bear Jerky for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It is calm out here, peaceful. I don't have to see any more Homo sapiens. Don't have to deal with their incomprehensible behavior, their lies. But being out here has made me realize how human I really am, how I sully the peace of the wildlife, just being out here. It is too beautiful for me to continue to taint.
My natural habitat is behind bars, where I only have to deal with violent criminals. Not w*men, Cops, nosy neighbors, or Indians.
FIN
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Game is over, Town wins.
Thanks for playing
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Y'all has one mislynch and it was me...
Really making sure the meme hits huh?
Really making sure the meme hits huh?
Good job fellas, what a wild ride that was
Arne Slot
The Shiny One
Hey man I was trying to lynch Poyser
Normally I don't do this, but due to the nature of this game - I'm open to taking recommendations for awards, if anyone has opinions. Have only decided on one, kinda tuned out after Watson flubbed.
Thanks glad you liked my autobiography
mvp poy
hard to pick, they all had their good moments
my personal fav this game was poyser so thats my pick
endy out here posting on WG and ditching this game entirely
smart
smart
can i get added to mafia chat, looks like watson claimed a teammate role rip
Endymion was lynched:
Canis lupus
You are a Wolf
You possess the following abilities:
[x2 Odd Night Roletracker] On odd nights, you can track another player and learn who they visited that night, as well as what their role is
Wincon: You win when Apex Predators control the majority vote.
Good Ending
I've been out here for just about a month now. First snowfall touched down yesterday. I planned on lasting the whole season. But the cold has a way of undressing you. Distill a man down to his bare essence, and tell him who he is. First softly, then loudly, until nature is screaming at you. Telling you all your weaknesses, all your silly little assumptions, how you've decayed.
What I had told myself was I'd be sticking out here until they'd give up looking for me, but that's not true. I had dreamed of how long I could keep going, of slapping mother nature's ass and calling her Mommy. I dreamed that I would keep going until I would return to the earth. I had dreamed that this was my purgatory. That the cold, or a bear, or something else would help me cross that river out here.
Nobody sane would do all this to avoid a couple of years in prison. But that's not the reason. I did it to avoid people. Just couldn't stand em anymore.
Take Gad, for example. "Boobies" this and "Boobies" that. I just had to roundhouse kick him, you know? Didn't mean to cause him brain damage. Pretty sure that was from the alcohol anyway.
And then before you know it, I'm cuffed. Uniforms escort me through jails, through courts, through talking suits. Finally I payed bail and was given a court date. Was also instructed, in the mean time, to see a shrink. I'm seen by Dr. Watson, for psychological evaluation. Crazy fucking broad. At first, it started off pretty normal, she tried prescribing Prozac, I refused. I told her about why I roundhouse kicked Gad, she seemed surprisingly sympathetic. Then, she gets a manic look in her eye. She gets up, flips a panel on the bookshelf, to reveal a collection of colorful dildos. "We're going to make Gad suck this dick". She cackles like a witch. I roundhouse kicked her as well.
Officer Aurelian showed up to my house to investigate what happened at Watson's office. I informed him he needed a warrant and to get off my property. He puts his foot in the door and charges in, tells me to get on the ground, at gunpoint. Then he instructs me to cuff myself, or that he would shoot me. Typical cop. At this point, I had enough, and didn't care if I was ventilated or not. I stood up and roundhouse kicked him. He didn't shoot me, think he was used to pointing it more than he was pointing the trigger.
Time to run. Pack all my camp gear and essentials and get in my car to book it. My thoughts are racing wildly. Plan is to spend about an hour on the highway and then get out into the sticks, and abandon the car. Before I could hit the gas, I get a knock on my window. It's Endymion, my nosy neighbor. I remembered he called the HOA on me for my lawn last week. I get out of the car and roundhouse kick him for good measure, before I leave.
And that's how I ended up here. Eating Bear Jerky for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It is calm out here, peaceful. I don't have to see any more Homo sapiens. Don't have to deal with their incomprehensible behavior, their lies. But being out here has made me realize how human I really am, how I sully the peace of the wildlife, just being out here. It is too beautiful for me to continue to taint.
My natural habitat is behind bars, where I only have to deal with violent criminals. Not w*men, Cops, nosy neighbors, or Indians.
FIN
---
Game is over, Town wins.
Thanks for playing
whose endy in wg?
Thanks for the game @Ultra
Well played lads!
Fucking hilarious that my wagon was entirely town driven and that the drive to save me was (other than myself) almost entirely scum driven
stuff like this and the tracker stuff shows just how much naivety was on the scum team. Sorry @Sharter Holmes, genuinely had no idea if you were scum or not, just needed a target to save myself 
Think we played well as a team on the whole this game. As ratchet said, all were right about different things at different times but the important thing was that we listened to each other and found each other for the most part. Was a good show!
Would have been interesting to see how it would have gone if Watson hadn’t have slipped lol. Everybody had gaslit me into thinking I was wrong, so could see her winning. Tho I think Ral would have flipped which would have screwed her at some point
Well played lads!
Fucking hilarious that my wagon was entirely town driven and that the drive to save me was (other than myself) almost entirely scum driven
stuff like this and the tracker stuff shows just how much naivety was on the scum team. Sorry @Sharter Holmes, genuinely had no idea if you were scum or not, just needed a target to save myself 
Think we played well as a team on the whole this game. As ratchet said, all were right about different things at different times but the important thing was that we listened to each other and found each other for the most part. Was a good show!
Would have been interesting to see how it would have gone if Watson hadn’t have slipped lol. Everybody had gaslit me into thinking I was wrong, so could see her winning. Tho I think Ral would have flipped which would have screwed her at some point
first time we roll town together and it's another ultra game
im starting to see the connection here