@Luminosity; She hasn't done anything, and that's why I said I just randomly voted because I figured she wouldn't get lynched.
Then why vote at all if you 1) don't suspect them and 2) don't think your vote will matter?
And you claim that you want a lynch yet don't vote towards one. You vote for someone whom is almost certainly not going to be lynched.
@Luminosity; Because most random votes on day 1 don't matter.
Well, yes, because I don't think Flame_ is mafia, and even though I do want a lynch, Flame_ is probably the one with the most votes, so I wasn't going to vote someone I don't feel is mafia. And I don't think Parma is either, but I just wanted to vote randomly because I felt like it.
I really don't understand the "We must lynch somebody but let's randomly vote for people instead of having a discussion and voting for people we think are mafia."
At this point, I have to agree that Flame_ is the most suspicious. I'm not really that confident that he is actually mafia, but anything else would be a blind guess. Of course, I don't know Flame_'s usual play style, so that makes this hard to analyze.
Nobody needs to understand my logic(?) on the "We must lynch somebody but let's randomly vote for people instead of having a discussion and voting for people we think are mafia", because it probably makes no sense but only to me.
Something has happened!
Major John André walked quickly through the woods, doing his best to ignore the feeling of the papers in his boot rubbing against his feet. This wasn't the way he was supposed to be going; his path had been diverted by a minor naval skirmish taking place where he was supposed to rendezvous with General Clinton. Just as he was beginning to feel hopeful that maybe he would make it after all, three roughly dressed men carrying rifles crossed his path.
"Hold, there," one said, holding out his hand. "Where are you headin' in such a hurry?"
"Just passing through," André said, doing his best to sound unconcerned.
"Oh?" the first shifted his rifle to his right hand. "Whereabouts you headed, Tory?"
André didn't respond.
"Well, well, look boys, looks like we found a lone redcoat sympathizer," the first man drawled with a devious grin.
"Wonder what he's doing out here by his lonesome?" another said with a smirk.
André glanced over his shoulder. The three men blocked his path. If he tried to go back the way he came, they would likely shoot him before he got more than five meters. These Americans were ruthless savages.
"Turn out your pockets, Tory," the third commanded. He gestured with his rifle. "Or we make you turn 'em out."
Slowly, André reached into his pockets and turned them out. They were empty.
The second man shook his head. "Nah, I guess you Tories won't be carrying around your papers in your pocket." He pointed at André's boots. "Take 'em off."
With a feeling of dread, he shook his head. "You have no right-"
"I believe the kind man asked you to take off your boots," the first interrupted. "We can make you, if you like." He waved his rifle for emphasis.
André slowly took his boots off, the papers hiding inside falling to the ground. The second man reached down and unrolled them, revealing what looked like plans for a fort. His eyes widened as he glanced at his compatriots. "We got to take him to the general right away. He'll be wanting to see this."
General Washington stared at the maps of West Point's fortifications for a long moment, numb disbelief spreading through his body. He kept his face calm. "We need to find General Arnold. Immediately. We've been betrayed."
Benedict Arnold hurried to the ship where he was to meet with General Clinton. A slight twinge of something - guilt? - lingered in his mind but he was determined to escape before Washington figured out what had happened.
Arnold stopped in his tracks. A handful of Continentals stood in his way. "What are you doing here?"
"We could ask you that, General," one man said with a contemptuous look. "You sold us out. You sold out your own country."
"After all you've done for our cause," another said accusingly.
Another raised his rifle. "We can't have you running off to the British."
Arnold barely registered the shot before he saw nothing more.
It is now Night 1. Night actions may now be used. This phase will end around 10pm EDT (GMT -4) on Wednesday, June 27.
hooray for historical inaccuracy! If you want to know what really happened with Benedict Arnold, I would love to tell you!
Whoa, really!? Good work guys. Glad nobody listened to me.
So he was town then jumped to Mafia? A Mafia double voter could be dangerous, good thing we don't have to worry about that.