Oh shoot I'm on the suspicion list.
Oh shoot I'm on the suspicion list.
Do you want a role claim from me too?
Da, you are. v.v I'm sorry, I forgot. ^^;
The 'MM' mafia...? I have no clue what you're referring to...
That was your first game and you were a mafia. You didn't know what would work well for you, and you got lynched Day 3/4, right? Being active did that to you, I think, so you became an inactive player when you were mafia (FMAB and others).
You have a point. The main reason why I haven't been active is because I have nothing helpful to say. I'm been to busy to look at the voting patterns, and my role is passive and hasn't helped me find any information. I've been trying to avoid pointless and off topic posts.
do you want my claim too?
Something has happened!
Thaddeus Kosciuszko consulted his blueprints. Guilford County was a lovely place; General Greene had high hopes that the county could be used to launch an offensive against Cornwallis. There was a perfect location just a couple of kilometers from the courthouse that was slightly elevated; he knew that would be a good place to position American troops against the British. If all went well, the Americans could strike a huge blow against the British in this battle. It could decide everything.
He pointed out a spot along the edge of the woodland to his soldiers. “I would like a fence there. Mount a cannon on each side. That will be the first line of defense.”
“The second, sir?”
Kosciuszko pointed at the woods. “They are very dense. If the British manage to force their way through it, we will be waiting with frontier sharpshooters. Bayonets will be ineffective.”
As the men started work on the fence, Kosciuszko saw movement from a short distance away. Red movement.
“There is a small band of British soldiers headed this way,” he said loudly. “Draw them into the woods. We must not allow them to report this to Cornwallis.”
The men obeyed. When they had all retreated into the thick cover of the woods, they crouched behind bushes and trees, waiting for the Redcoats to follow.
When the band shoved its way through the foliage, Kosciusko almost smiled. They were behaving exactly as he had planned they would; following the skilled backwoodsmen into their home terrain.
The band split up, each of the twenty men heading a different direction. Kosciusko lost track of a few of them, but was pleased to see when many of the others dropped as his soldiers sniped at them.
He did not see the one that came up behind him.
Nathanael Greene leaned against a tree, watching his men cleaning their rifles, writing letters to their loved ones and friends, and socializing loudly. The early June afternoon was warm; warmer here in Virginia than it would be in Rhode Island this time of year, but still more pleasant than it had been in the Carolinas. He had not heard from Kosciusko about the location of his counteroffensive against Cornwallis. He hoped the young Polish man was having success; it was, deep down, rather enjoyable to force Cornwallis to chase him and his army in circles around the South, but it was time to turn and fight. Wars could not be won simply by tiring out the enemy; you had to strike eventually when the enemy was too worn out.
“General, a message for you.”
Greene turned to the messenger, a man he recognized as a scout he had sent out to report the numbers and movements of the British army. “What is it?”
“It’s Governor Jefferson, sir. We went to check on him because we’d heard rumors of a small detachment of British soldiers set out to capture him.”
“And?” Greene felt the dread welling inside of him. They couldn’t capture Jefferson. He couldn’t let them.
The messenger frowned. “When we arrived at Monticello, one of his Negroes answered the door. He said Jefferson had fled just before the British arrived.”
Greene relaxed slightly. “So he’s all right?”
“We hope so, sir. None of us can get any messages to him, and he’s nowhere to be found.”
“Well, keep trying. The governor is one of the people the king wants to see hang only slightly less than he wants to see General Washington’s body hanging from a tree.”
The messenger nodded and walked off, leaving Greene to wonder where Jefferson was.
It is now Day 7. Voting is now open and day abilities may be used at this time. This phase will end between 11:30-midnight on July 10.