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@RationalMadman
“Don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful.” – Eminem
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@Greyparrot
Drafter has claimed that he is "podlings" plural and a JOAT. We can assume with reasonable confidence now that he is AROSE's SkekSis counterpart- that or there are three JOATs which seems excessive.
VTL Drafter
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@ILikePie5
When I played as Levi was age of Khaos- I remember u & Wylted mharman TUF. There’s a few other names on DART who aren’t active now. Before that as oro it was bsh beginner games- in the teens of that series and then I subbed a lot in the 20’s- back when there were actual women playing.
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@A-R-O-S-E
My interpretation is that AROSE's sacrifice has flushed a scum pretty effectively
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@warren42
I prefer Arose's claim but we already have a wagon on him and time is short to realign on drafter. I guess I'm rolling on Arose in spite of my preference.
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@warren42
we are in agreement on all points.
Have we considered the possibility that there are two JOAT counterparts but neither is scum? That would be tricky modding but it also seems way too overpowered. I guess I call that rather unlikely.
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@drafterman
Does your justification say anything about counterparts?
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@A-R-O-S-E
Does your justification specifically say that your counterpart is scum?
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@warren42
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yes- it is hard to tell. They’ve been hacking away at each other for 24 hrs now. Aroses justification makes way more sense than drafters podlings claim but then aroses soft claim makes little sense
i assume one must be scum do that s the good news
i think I believe arose over drafter but will lynch either. If arose is right then either loses power after lynch
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@A-R-O-S-E
drafter seems pretty believable.
HUP could be a pretty safe early claim for scum. What can you tell us about your role?
VTL A-R-O-S-E
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@drafterman
I'm not sure that this is a CC. Nor could you possibly know what anyone else's character's are. This is the second time you've spun your own opinions as some sort of fact.In any event, I'll full claim. I'm the Podlings, a group of creatures that have been enslaved by the Skeksis and used as servants in their castle. We perform a variety of tasks, so I'm the JOAT.I have a 1x: role blocker, watcher, tracker, and cop.
mighty big claim for scum
UNVOTE
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@drafterman
I'm the Podlings.
OK, so you are counterclaimed and you claimed a group & race rather than a character. This makes you instantly actionable- although you seem too clever to just stupidly misclaim like that.
Can you defend this? explain further?
VTL drafterman
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@drafterman
Okay, so then you're holding out for some sort of smoking gun evidence before deciding to lynch him.
As you elucidate, there's no smoking gun til he dies, but
I'm saying there is enough to lynch him, even if he is telling the truth about his role.There are three cases here:1. He is lying about his role, no one confirms him.2. He is lying about his role, he has his scum mate fake-confirm him.3. He isn't lying about his role, he messages a town who (if living) confirms him.If #1, we lynch him. But we have no way of distinguishing between #2 or #3 without just lynching him anyway. Not to mention that he is Mafia in #1 and #2 and could be either Mafia or Town in #3.
2 & 3 are information, tho not confirmation. I was hoping #2 was more likely before this conversation. Town is pro-information. Sup has provided info and promises more info. Majority of players have given nothing. We should prioritize info gaps.
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@drafterman
what can you tell us about your character and role?
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@drafterman
You're operating under the premise that if Supa is scum, then he is lying about his role. (And therefore if he is not lying about his role he is therefore not scum). You don't appear to have considered the case that he is a Mafia-sided messenger. In which case he will be able to prove his role, but still should be lynched.
I made no such presumption I just wanted to give him a chance to make that mistake.
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I'm here. I'm just working on debates & nothing in DP is popping for me.
I make no claims for cause. Forcing claim would be anti-town.
Lynching Sup makes no sense because his claim is testable and informational. Obviously, if Sup is lying about his ability then he plans to have his scum mate confirm him (although saying this out loud now makes it unlikely) anybody working for town should have waited for Sup to make a choice.
anybody pressing to lynch Sup is less likely town
In the absence of any other claims or tells, I'm down with lynching anybody who has provided no data- speed and below.
TOWN
Oromagi
PressF4Respect Deet VANILLA
ILikePie5 Rian MILLER
Drafterman
Warren42
Mharman
WaterPheonix
SCUM
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@PressF4Respect
the cow needs 5 more thumbs up....
......its butt.
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[milking sounds]
mnuh. mnooah. Moooooooooooooooooooo!
moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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@PressF4Respect
I tried searching dreamfaster in mafia wiki but found nothing
dreamfaster is a dark crystal concept although I think there is mafia analog to dudz's claim
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Thread nominations:
OSBM Mafia- really enjoyed Discipulus_Didicit's fresh take on the game- more strategy than luck
DART Times- Supadudz's take on a DART periodical, although this one edition has more about me than I'd like to see in future. Would like to see more editons w/ editiorials, obituaries, classified ads, comics, etc.
AMA (YYW)- Coal touches on many interesting topics
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On tonight's episode, deet's nurlocs ate bad moss and went insane
Not a joke- literally what I picked up about Deet in this episode.
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@PressF4Respect
I got same, you have to click the page to get it to pop. These fanwikis are often super glitchy.
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@Trent0405
Well I guess I'll nominate Ragnar Ram and RM than, sorry about that.
Unsuprisingly, my three are the same
Ramshutu because his commitment to voting is obviously the pillar that upholds this debating community. Without him, half our debates would be 0/0. His hard work makes my fun possible. We debaters should all consider ourselves lucky to have him.
RationalMadman for being the first and only holder of all medals, first and only King of the Hill medal winner, first and only Friend of the Crowd medal winner, etc. Always engaging crazy badass. Feature- not bug.
Ragnar handed me my first defeat on DDO six years ago and has served as my hallmark of quality debating ever since as well as who I look to for model behavior on this site- active, generous, smart, funny, undefeated, second most important voter. The fact that he's an immigrant veteran Iraqi War Medic who picked up the nickname "Rabbit's Foot" because he's that lucky and jumps out of planes with broken ribs just makes him one cool as fuck badass in my book.
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@PressF4Respect
On tonight's episode, deet's nurlocs ate bad moss and went insane
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@PressF4Respect
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@Vader
Ok no one posted thank god. It’s my hoco week so I was busy.
My first three car accidents all took place on my homecoming night.
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TOWN
Oromagi
PressF4Respect Deet VANILLA
ILikePie5
WaterPheonix
SpeedRace
Supadudz
Warren42
Mharman
Drafterman
A-R-O-S-E
SCUM
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Guardians of the Galaxy mafia: one player is bulletproof but the only thing he's allowed to say is "I am Groot."
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@Vader
Sup:what's the scoop?
Any poop in your soup?
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@PressF4Respect
I am town but I don't think it would help to claim anything else.
Press-
what do you have for us?
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I saw the movie in theaters when it came out years ago. I watched the first half hour of the series tonight.
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Pocahontas
Wearied arm and broken sword
Wage in vain the desperate fight:
Round him press a countless horde,
He is but a single knight.
Hark! a cry of triumph shrill
Through the wilderness resounds,
As, with twenty bleeding wounds,
Sinks the warrior, fighting still.
Now they heap the fatal pyre,
And the torch of death they light:
Ah! 'tis hard to die of fire!
Who will shield the captive knight?
Round the stake with fiendish cry
Wheel and dance the savage crowd,
Cold the victim's mien, and proud.
And his breast is bared to die.
Who will shield the fearless heart?
Who avert the murderous blade?
From the throng, with sudden start,
See there springs an Indian maid.
Quick she stands before the knight,
"Loose the chain, unbind the ring,
I am daughter of the king,
And I claim the Indian right!"
Dauntlessly aside she flings
Lifted axe and thirsty knife;
Fondly to his heart she clings,
And her bosom guards his life!
In the woods of Powhattan,
Still 'tis told by Indian fires,
How a daughter of their sires
Saved the captive Englishman.
-William Makepeace Thackeray
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That came out bad. all the lines jammed up.
anyway
First things first
VTL Supadudz
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Pocahontas
Wearied arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight: Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark! a cry of triumph shrill Through the wilderness resounds, As, with twenty bleeding wounds, Sinks the warrior, fighting still. Now they heap the fatal pyre, And the torch of death they light: Ah! 'tis hard to die of fire! Who will shield the captive knight? Round the stake with fiendish cry Wheel and dance the savage crowd, Cold the victim's mien, and proud. And his breast is bared to die. Who will shield the fearless heart? Who avert the murderous blade? From the throng, with sudden start, See there springs an Indian maid. Quick she stands before the knight, "Loose the chain, unbind the ring, I am daughter of the king, And I claim the Indian right!" Dauntlessly aside she flings Lifted axe and thirsty knife; Fondly to his heart she clings, And her bosom guards his life! In the woods of Powhattan, Still 'tis told by Indian fires, How a daughter of their sires Saved the captive Englishman.
WM Thackeray
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@Greyparrot
why ain't u in? I can't do my rally cry if you ain't in.
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But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
"The Raven"
EA Poe
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
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Saturn rings around my head,
don a robe that's Martian red.
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
"The Tyger"
-William Blake
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@A-R-O-S-E
Did I forget to credit A-R-O-S-E for my brilliant profile pic this week? I did because that's how I roll- balding tires half flat.
Thanks, A-R-O-S-E
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Will there be updooting? Now that there’s a word I want the thing.
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