If I thought for sure you were going to shoot, I would have shot you. But ultimately I thought your little LR PM stunt made it so you wouldn't be shooting.
exactly... well that makes me feel better. To know I was doomed either way.
And Jimmmmmmmmm what would you have done if you had more time? Your delay was seriously giving me panic attacks. I really wanted and thought you might be able to persuade lio to vote robz... but you didn't do anything all day long!!! Seriously your work and school schedule took years (well maybe days or weeks...) off my life.
I would like to think that I would have realised you were both scum, but really I think you would have won. My not doing anything was pretty much IRL-based, sorry.
That isn't what I wanted to hear, cause now I am mad at you...
You can't be mad at him! In the end he lost to his wincon too! Just 'cause he wasn't able to help you meet yours (which still would've cost him his!) Isn't exactly fair...
hey I have to place the blame somewhere... I am certainly not going to take the blame for losing. I played the perfect game and am blameless.
You know what the worst part for me was? Knowing instantly when I "woke up dead" that you were scum, but having failed to mention to my teammates the previous night that my death was a surefire indicator of that.
Why? Because I didn't think I played a bad D1. I thought I did a great job of separating myself and my teammates. But there was one thing that stood out to me. One. And that is... That while I was a little bit quieter than normal (as noted I would be before the game began)... You in particular kept asking me if my "reread" was done yet (I don't recall on whom... Might have been mcmc? Irrelevant). And every time I came back to the game I was like "nah, I don't feel like doing it. I'll just talk about what is current". And every single time you would come back with "did you get around to the reread?".
I knew that you were the only person that would find me overly suspicious. And I knew that if I died it was because you talked your team into it. And I didn't say a word about it to my teammates.
And at every juncture when it seemed like you were about to win (and oh yes, there were many, especially D6), I sat there cursing myself over and over. Every time Robz deliberated over who the last scum was I died a little (more) inside.