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vote Rysz the outed wolf

If I get a backup, backup vote AOK.11 the other wolf if it should make a tie.

Seriously, give it up. You claim seducer, which is probably correct since all the no hunts stopped when they merged the packs. You were also way too critical of Randakar when the baddies were losing and seem okay with everything now.

If we have a leader, leaderlynch one of the two when (not if) the votes go away from them.

If I am wrong again, and Lame-o or I5 is a wolf, it doesn't matter since we lynched sbr yesterday.
 
AOK. 11 said:
I am but a simple seducer villager, trespoe. Why cast such aspersions upon me in our most desperate hour?
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TBH you've either been the best wolf or the most stupid villager. At this point i don't even care which.
 
Adamus said:
TBH you've either been the best wolf or the most stupid villager. At this point i don't even care which.
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You need only read the recently spoken words of our unconscious but still able to speak Leader to find the truth:

Ironhead 5 said:
I stand by my assessment; AOK. 11 as a wolf is an afterthought, a minor threat at the most. I don't know of these villages that he has "annihilated," but every game I recall with him as a wolf ends without him, because he gets rooted out and lynched sometime around Day 3.
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I cannot be the "best wolf". I5 said it himself. I am simply an incompetent villager. I throw myself on the mercy of the village court.
 
AOK. 11 said:
I cannot be the "best wolf". I5 said it himself.
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What Adamus is saying is that you have successfully fooled him into thinking you are a goodie. This is what I meant, AOK, when I said that I am impressed at the way you manipulate the simpletons. And the "cowardly" wolves (to use jonti-h's line of reasoning) targeted the crusty old veterans who know you to be a wolf, leaving a slew of young'uns to stare wide-eyed at you and say to themselves, "Look! Look who it is! In the flesh! My, my, he isn't as tall as I expected, nor as handsome, but it's him alright, ayuh, shore'nuff. The crazy facial piercings, the bizarre colors dyed into his hair. It's Dennis Rodman, mommy, it is it is!" And then they choose not to vote you because deep inside, in places they don't like to talk about at parties, they want you to be a goodie -- they need you to be a goodie, because they are incapable of thinking for themselves and have been conditioned by many games played with you as a goodie to avoid using their own critical thinking abilities and rely entirely upon what you tell them: in robot voices, "Yes, AOK, I will do so. But AOK, you said we should recycle. Okay, AOK, we will lynch him. You say he is evil, Dear Leader, and so we will believe you." It is going to devastate them to see you are a baddie, they will see with eyes that are finally open just how black your heart is, and their lips will tremble and they will look at you with searching eyes, hoping there is something that can explain this, something that can avert what their gut is already telling them, that their hero is a villain, the antithesis of all they hold dear in their hearts, and they will look at you and say, they will say in tiny whimpering voices, "say it ain't so, AOK," and you will look back at them, and you will try to summon the strength to tell them that it will be okay, that everything will be a-okay because, after all, that is your name, but you cannot, you cannot lie to them anymore, not as you are being led away in restraints and shackles and leg irons, dressed in a strait jacket, to be led to the lynching gallows, where you will be lynched until your brains are no longer inside your body, but are lying, intact, on the pavement, a shimmering grey jelly that I will reach down and grab and hold up triumphantly, and the crowd will roar, and in that roar, as your eyes close for the last time, you will also hear the jovial chuckling of ghosts, the ghosts yes, the ghosts of White Daimon and johho888 and k-59 and all the others who can finally rest in their graves knowing that they have been avenged, and I will donate that grey mass to science, yes, to science, I will donate it to climate researchers in East Anglia, who will examine your evil mind under microscopes and poke it and prod it and place it in a beaker under a Bunsen burner, and then they will reach their conclusion, their gut-wrenching conclusion that we have suspected all along, that you, and you alone, have been responsible for the variations in global temperatures that we have all been warned about, yes you, AOK, are the sole global warmer, and now that you are dead we can all go back to driving SUVs and eating delicious steaks without worrying about cow flatulence destroying the planet, this is the moment AOK, we are the ones we have been waiting for, this is the moment when the rise of the oceans will stop and the planet will start to heal, but it begins now, when the simpletons eyes are finally open, as the prisoner comes out of the cave and his eyes are blinded by the sun, oh the sun, it is bright but not as painful as the realization that AOK is evil, and has been for quite some time, and the guilt, oh the guilt, to know that the blood of Kaetje and sbr is on the hands of the simple, the willing, the ones who were incapable of thinking for themselves and allowed themselves to allow you to indulge in a cannibal holocaust, this surely must be what the East Prussians felt as they fled their ancestral homes in the face of a Soviet invasion, knowing that the atrocities they allowed their leadership to commit was wrong all along, and now they are reaping the fruits of their guilt, this is what the simpletons now feel, and it is because of you, AOK, you are much worse than Hitler, and now it all comes to an end, now you sit in your underground bunker with your dedicated and frenzied loyalists, willing to drink the cyanide if only you tell them to, and instead of telling them to carry on the fight without you, no instead you oversee their organized suicide and then you arrange for your own, but there will be no quick and easy way out for you, there is no sword for you to fall on, because the vengeful masses have already arrived at your door, and their eyes are open, and they will drag you from your home and drag you through the square and they will bring you to me, and you will fall to your knees and beg for mercy, you will plead for the civility that you did not show my brethren, my fallen comrades who lie in fresh graves because of you, and no I will not show you mercy, you will suffer and there will be much blood spilt, but it will only be evil blood, the blood of the murderer, the dark murderer AOK, and you will die in agony, and as you die the masses whom you have fooled for so long will laugh, they will jeer and I will whisper in your ear as you writhe in agony, and I will say "you see, AOK, death comes to us all, but before it comes to you know this, that we have already discovered who the other wolf is, and he will die tomorrow, and the cultists, they will not last long, I swear it, we will let them live yes, but for their crimes they will live in disgrace and will become the people who clean our toilets and dig our ditches, and when we finally grant them political rights they will form a bloc, yes a political bloc, which they will call Progressivism and they will throw their weight behind the Democrats and transform them into a party of disgraced ex-racists, but we will allow it, only to see them fail on a national stage, and we will see it and we will laugh, and we will all go down to the graveyard, the unconsecrated one for the evil spirits who still linger and watch the tragedy they have wrought, and we will go down there and piss on your grave AOK, and we will laugh merrily." And you know this to be true.
 
Ironhead 5 said:
What Adamus is saying is that you have successfully fooled him into thinking you are a goodie. This is what I meant, AOK, when I said that I am impressed at the way you manipulate the simpletons. And the "cowardly" wolves (to use jonti-h's line of reasoning) targeted the crusty old veterans who know you to be a wolf, leaving a slew of young'uns to stare wide-eyed at you and say to themselves, "Look! Look who it is! In the flesh! My, my, he isn't as tall as I expected, nor as handsome, but it's him alright, ayuh, shore'nuff. The crazy facial piercings, the bizarre colors dyed into his hair. It's Dennis Rodman, mommy, it is it is!" And then they choose not to vote you because deep inside, in places they don't like to talk about at parties, they want you to be a goodie -- they need you to be a goodie, because they are incapable of thinking for themselves and have been conditioned by many games played with you as a goodie to avoid using their own critical thinking abilities and rely entirely upon what you tell them: in robot voices, "Yes, AOK, I will do so. But AOK, you said we should recycle. Okay, AOK, we will lynch him. You say he is evil, Dear Leader, and so we will believe you." It is going to devastate them to see you are a baddie, they will see with eyes that are finally open just how black your heart is, and their lips will tremble and they will look at you with searching eyes, hoping there is something that can explain this, something that can avert what their gut is already telling them, that their hero is a villain, the antithesis of all they hold dear in their hearts, and they will look at you and say, they will say in tiny whimpering voices, "say it ain't so, AOK," and you will look back at them, and you will try to summon the strength to tell them that it will be okay, that everything will be a-okay because, after all, that is your name, but you cannot, you cannot lie to them anymore, not as you are being led away in restraints and shackles and leg irons, dressed in a strait jacket, to be led to the lynching gallows, where you will be lynched until your brains are no longer inside your body, but are lying, intact, on the pavement, a shimmering grey jelly that I will reach down and grab and hold up triumphantly, and the crowd will roar, and in that roar, as your eyes close for the last time, you will also hear the jovial chuckling of ghosts, the ghosts yes, the ghosts of White Daimon and johho888 and k-59 and all the others who can finally rest in their graves knowing that they have been avenged, and I will donate that grey mass to science, yes, to science, I will donate it to climate researchers in East Anglia, who will examine your evil mind under microscopes and poke it and prod it and place it in a beaker under a Bunsen burner, and then they will reach their conclusion, their gut-wrenching conclusion that we have suspected all along, that you, and you alone, have been responsible for the variations in global temperatures that we have all been warned about, yes you, AOK, are the sole global warmer, and now that you are dead we can all go back to driving SUVs and eating delicious steaks without worrying about cow flatulence destroying the planet, this is the moment AOK, we are the ones we have been waiting for, this is the moment when the rise of the oceans will stop and the planet will start to heal, but it begins now, when the simpletons eyes are finally open, as the prisoner comes out of the cave and his eyes are blinded by the sun, oh the sun, it is bright but not as painful as the realization that AOK is evil, and has been for quite some time, and the guilt, oh the guilt, to know that the blood of Kaetje and sbr is on the hands of the simple, the willing, the ones who were incapable of thinking for themselves and allowed themselves to allow you to indulge in a cannibal holocaust, this surely must be what the East Prussians felt as they fled their ancestral homes in the face of a Soviet invasion, knowing that the atrocities they allowed their leadership to commit was wrong all along, and now they are reaping the fruits of their guilt, this is what the simpletons now feel, and it is because of you, AOK, you are much worse than Hitler, and now it all comes to an end, now you sit in your underground bunker with your dedicated and frenzied loyalists, willing to drink the cyanide if only you tell them to, and instead of telling them to carry on the fight without you, no instead you oversee their organized suicide and then you arrange for your own, but there will be no quick and easy way out for you, there is no sword for you to fall on, because the vengeful masses have already arrived at your door, and their eyes are open, and they will drag you from your home and drag you through the square and they will bring you to me, and you will fall to your knees and beg for mercy, you will plead for the civility that you did not show my brethren, my fallen comrades who lie in fresh graves because of you, and no I will not show you mercy, you will suffer and there will be much blood spilt, but it will only be evil blood, the blood of the murderer, the dark murderer AOK, and you will die in agony, and as you die the masses whom you have fooled for so long will laugh, they will jeer and I will whisper in your ear as you writhe in agony, and I will say "you see, AOK, death comes to us all, but before it comes to you know this, that we have already discovered who the other wolf is, and he will die tomorrow, and the cultists, they will not last long, I swear it, we will let them live yes, but for their crimes they will live in disgrace and will become the people who clean our toilets and dig our ditches, and when we finally grant them political rights they will form a bloc, yes a political bloc, which they will call Progressivism and they will throw their weight behind the Democrats and transform them into a party of disgraced ex-racists, but we will allow it, only to see them fail on a national stage, and we will see it and we will laugh, and we will all go down to the graveyard, the unconsecrated one for the evil spirits who still linger and watch the tragedy they have wrought, and we will go down there and piss on your grave AOK, and we will laugh merrily." And you know this to be true.
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tl;dr
Also this is Ironhead:
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Ironhead 5 said:
What Adamus is saying is that you have successfully fooled him into thinking you are a goodie. This is what I meant, AOK, when I said that I am impressed at the way you manipulate the simpletons. And the "cowardly" wolves (to use jonti-h's line of reasoning) targeted the crusty old veterans who know you to be a wolf, leaving a slew of young'uns to stare wide-eyed at you and say to themselves, "Look! Look who it is! In the flesh! My, my, he isn't as tall as I expected, nor as handsome, but it's him alright, ayuh, shore'nuff. The crazy facial piercings, the bizarre colors dyed into his hair. It's Dennis Rodman, mommy, it is it is!" And then they choose not to vote you because deep inside, in places they don't like to talk about at parties, they want you to be a goodie -- they need you to be a goodie, because they are incapable of thinking for themselves and have been conditioned by many games played with you as a goodie to avoid using their own critical thinking abilities and rely entirely upon what you tell them: in robot voices, "Yes, AOK, I will do so. But AOK, you said we should recycle. Okay, AOK, we will lynch him. You say he is evil, Dear Leader, and so we will believe you." It is going to devastate them to see you are a baddie, they will see with eyes that are finally open just how black your heart is, and their lips will tremble and they will look at you with searching eyes, hoping there is something that can explain this, something that can avert what their gut is already telling them, that their hero is a villain, the antithesis of all they hold dear in their hearts, and they will look at you and say, they will say in tiny whimpering voices, "say it ain't so, AOK," and you will look back at them, and you will try to summon the strength to tell them that it will be okay, that everything will be a-okay because, after all, that is your name, but you cannot, you cannot lie to them anymore, not as you are being led away in restraints and shackles and leg irons, dressed in a strait jacket, to be led to the lynching gallows, where you will be lynched until your brains are no longer inside your body, but are lying, intact, on the pavement, a shimmering grey jelly that I will reach down and grab and hold up triumphantly, and the crowd will roar, and in that roar, as your eyes close for the last time, you will also hear the jovial chuckling of ghosts, the ghosts yes, the ghosts of White Daimon and johho888 and k-59 and all the others who can finally rest in their graves knowing that they have been avenged, and I will donate that grey mass to science, yes, to science, I will donate it to climate researchers in East Anglia, who will examine your evil mind under microscopes and poke it and prod it and place it in a beaker under a Bunsen burner, and then they will reach their conclusion, their gut-wrenching conclusion that we have suspected all along, that you, and you alone, have been responsible for the variations in global temperatures that we have all been warned about, yes you, AOK, are the sole global warmer, and now that you are dead we can all go back to driving SUVs and eating delicious steaks without worrying about cow flatulence destroying the planet, this is the moment AOK, we are the ones we have been waiting for, this is the moment when the rise of the oceans will stop and the planet will start to heal, but it begins now, when the simpletons eyes are finally open, as the prisoner comes out of the cave and his eyes are blinded by the sun, oh the sun, it is bright but not as painful as the realization that AOK is evil, and has been for quite some time, and the guilt, oh the guilt, to know that the blood of Kaetje and sbr is on the hands of the simple, the willing, the ones who were incapable of thinking for themselves and allowed themselves to allow you to indulge in a cannibal holocaust, this surely must be what the East Prussians felt as they fled their ancestral homes in the face of a Soviet invasion, knowing that the atrocities they allowed their leadership to commit was wrong all along, and now they are reaping the fruits of their guilt, this is what the simpletons now feel, and it is because of you, AOK, you are much worse than Hitler, and now it all comes to an end, now you sit in your underground bunker with your dedicated and frenzied loyalists, willing to drink the cyanide if only you tell them to, and instead of telling them to carry on the fight without you, no instead you oversee their organized suicide and then you arrange for your own, but there will be no quick and easy way out for you, there is no sword for you to fall on, because the vengeful masses have already arrived at your door, and their eyes are open, and they will drag you from your home and drag you through the square and they will bring you to me, and you will fall to your knees and beg for mercy, you will plead for the civility that you did not show my brethren, my fallen comrades who lie in fresh graves because of you, and no I will not show you mercy, you will suffer and there will be much blood spilt, but it will only be evil blood, the blood of the murderer, the dark murderer AOK, and you will die in agony, and as you die the masses whom you have fooled for so long will laugh, they will jeer and I will whisper in your ear as you writhe in agony, and I will say "you see, AOK, death comes to us all, but before it comes to you know this, that we have already discovered who the other wolf is, and he will die tomorrow, and the cultists, they will not last long, I swear it, we will let them live yes, but for their crimes they will live in disgrace and will become the people who clean our toilets and dig our ditches, and when we finally grant them political rights they will form a bloc, yes a political bloc, which they will call Progressivism and they will throw their weight behind the Democrats and transform them into a party of disgraced ex-racists, but we will allow it, only to see them fail on a national stage, and we will see it and we will laugh, and we will all go down to the graveyard, the unconsecrated one for the evil spirits who still linger and watch the tragedy they have wrought, and we will go down there and piss on your grave AOK, and we will laugh merrily." And you know this to be true.
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Holy fuck!

L2use paragraphs!
 
Ironhead 5 said:
What Adamus is saying is that you have successfully fooled him into thinking you are a goodie. This is what I meant, AOK, when I said that I am impressed at the way you manipulate the simpletons. And the "cowardly" wolves (to use jonti-h's line of reasoning) targeted the crusty old veterans who know you to be a wolf, leaving a slew of young'uns to stare wide-eyed at you and say to themselves, "Look! Look who it is! In the flesh! My, my, he isn't as tall as I expected, nor as handsome, but it's him alright, ayuh, shore'nuff. The crazy facial piercings, the bizarre colors dyed into his hair. It's Dennis Rodman, mommy, it is it is!" And then they choose not to vote you because deep inside, in places they don't like to talk about at parties, they want you to be a goodie -- they need you to be a goodie, because they are incapable of thinking for themselves and have been conditioned by many games played with you as a goodie to avoid using their own critical thinking abilities and rely entirely upon what you tell them: in robot voices, "Yes, AOK, I will do so. But AOK, you said we should recycle. Okay, AOK, we will lynch him. You say he is evil, Dear Leader, and so we will believe you." It is going to devastate them to see you are a baddie, they will see with eyes that are finally open just how black your heart is, and their lips will tremble and they will look at you with searching eyes, hoping there is something that can explain this, something that can avert what their gut is already telling them, that their hero is a villain, the antithesis of all they hold dear in their hearts, and they will look at you and say, they will say in tiny whimpering voices, "say it ain't so, AOK," and you will look back at them, and you will try to summon the strength to tell them that it will be okay, that everything will be a-okay because, after all, that is your name, but you cannot, you cannot lie to them anymore, not as you are being led away in restraints and shackles and leg irons, dressed in a strait jacket, to be led to the lynching gallows, where you will be lynched until your brains are no longer inside your body, but are lying, intact, on the pavement, a shimmering grey jelly that I will reach down and grab and hold up triumphantly, and the crowd will roar, and in that roar, as your eyes close for the last time, you will also hear the jovial chuckling of ghosts, the ghosts yes, the ghosts of White Daimon and johho888 and k-59 and all the others who can finally rest in their graves knowing that they have been avenged, and I will donate that grey mass to science, yes, to science, I will donate it to climate researchers in East Anglia, who will examine your evil mind under microscopes and poke it and prod it and place it in a beaker under a Bunsen burner, and then they will reach their conclusion, their gut-wrenching conclusion that we have suspected all along, that you, and you alone, have been responsible for the variations in global temperatures that we have all been warned about, yes you, AOK, are the sole global warmer, and now that you are dead we can all go back to driving SUVs and eating delicious steaks without worrying about cow flatulence destroying the planet, this is the moment AOK, we are the ones we have been waiting for, this is the moment when the rise of the oceans will stop and the planet will start to heal, but it begins now, when the simpletons eyes are finally open, as the prisoner comes out of the cave and his eyes are blinded by the sun, oh the sun, it is bright but not as painful as the realization that AOK is evil, and has been for quite some time, and the guilt, oh the guilt, to know that the blood of Kaetje and sbr is on the hands of the simple, the willing, the ones who were incapable of thinking for themselves and allowed themselves to allow you to indulge in a cannibal holocaust, this surely must be what the East Prussians felt as they fled their ancestral homes in the face of a Soviet invasion, knowing that the atrocities they allowed their leadership to commit was wrong all along, and now they are reaping the fruits of their guilt, this is what the simpletons now feel, and it is because of you, AOK, you are much worse than Hitler, and now it all comes to an end, now you sit in your underground bunker with your dedicated and frenzied loyalists, willing to drink the cyanide if only you tell them to, and instead of telling them to carry on the fight without you, no instead you oversee their organized suicide and then you arrange for your own, but there will be no quick and easy way out for you, there is no sword for you to fall on, because the vengeful masses have already arrived at your door, and their eyes are open, and they will drag you from your home and drag you through the square and they will bring you to me, and you will fall to your knees and beg for mercy, you will plead for the civility that you did not show my brethren, my fallen comrades who lie in fresh graves because of you, and no I will not show you mercy, you will suffer and there will be much blood spilt, but it will only be evil blood, the blood of the murderer, the dark murderer AOK, and you will die in agony, and as you die the masses whom you have fooled for so long will laugh, they will jeer and I will whisper in your ear as you writhe in agony, and I will say "you see, AOK, death comes to us all, but before it comes to you know this, that we have already discovered who the other wolf is, and he will die tomorrow, and the cultists, they will not last long, I swear it, we will let them live yes, but for their crimes they will live in disgrace and will become the people who clean our toilets and dig our ditches, and when we finally grant them political rights they will form a bloc, yes a political bloc, which they will call Progressivism and they will throw their weight behind the Democrats and transform them into a party of disgraced ex-racists, but we will allow it, only to see them fail on a national stage, and we will see it and we will laugh, and we will all go down to the graveyard, the unconsecrated one for the evil spirits who still linger and watch the tragedy they have wrought, and we will go down there and piss on your grave AOK, and we will laugh merrily." And you know this to be true.
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Vote Lord D

Ironhead5 demands it.
 
My, my. Have the baddies given up?

Lord_D is a known goodie. Do not vote him.

Baddies, you may continue to vote Lord_D, if only to help us identify who you are.
 
Eternaly_Lost said:
Now that is a post. Lets see if Ironhead5 was right about it.

Vote AOK. 11
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Change your vote, please. We cannot afford to split the goodie vote between AOK and Rysz; if we do, the baddies will muster the votes to lynch Lord_D instead, and they will reach parity tonight.

ALL GOODIES MUST VOTE RYSZ
...for great justice!
 
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