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[fruitsalad]

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@beans2020 can i interest you with a clems vote?

 

[toberto]

Legacy

My top 4 would be below

My main sus is obviously Genny. I've said enough about it to not need to say anything more

Honestly today Zenge has really surprised me. I feel caught off guard by what's they presented to me today. It feels like an attempt to deflect away from Genny and onto me. And I don't understand the calling my reasoning against Genny B.S, when he agreed with it and held it against Genny day 2. The fake claim day 2 that apparently was just a joke but I'm not sure what the townie payoff of it would be. and there were plenty people looking for it to be clarified day 2 to which he did not. It strikes me as trying to take a risk and do something that surely no wolf would dare to do. It's a slot that definitely needs reconsidered after today.

Spurs has seemed fair all game to me, but it might just be deepwolving. Looking at how they interacted with Kitz, there isnt anything unpairing imo, and they didn't land their vote on Kitz either, leaving it on Sars

Clem d1 was very nothingbuger. Day 2 they did become more towny to me. They voted Santy d1, not casting a real vote really. But their post count was also low. Day 2 they showed more towniness. There were some specific posts I quoted that I thought was towny that they actually disagreed with that struck me as odd. Like a way to look pro town by wanting to question someone giving them town points? Overall they've kinda costed this game. Again nothing unpairing with Kits

Wildzoo - I initially had sus towards Wildzoo at the start of the game due to lack of solving.

Did a dive of Wildzoo since they were there, not really a single hint of solving in their posts yet


opening post dont like - I feel it comes more from wolf than town, a wolf isnt afraid to be nk'd


and there's like 3 posts talking about sheeping that I tried to multi quote but it didnt work

but so far their presence just seems like they are spectating and chiming in with things that people shouldn't expect a wolf to say. I havent seen anything towny yet

Wildzoo

@Animal Midwife

My sus naturally faded as the game went on believing it was more of a playstyle mannerism than a wolf trait. I thought their involvement in the Sars/Santy stuff was a little odd but I agreed that the Sars/Santy stuff was actually just a bit of an odd awkward confrontation in general and let it dissolve. But I've looked at them again to consider pairing with Kitz/Wasp and it's not entirely unpairing so they are someone I would want to be considered as a future lynch

I just would appreciate it if you would get off my ass and let me breathe and figure out what I want to do. I am fine with moving to Clem if needed, it just feels kind of meh so I am seeing if there are other alternatives since you're insistent that beans is village. I am looking at kitz.

Eh idk if I'm feeling kitz. the reads she posted (at least what I found) felt much more like her village off the cuff type reads than what I remember from her wolf game. I think I'd still rather beans but

unyeet beans yeet Clem

Well, my d1 reads are trash anyway

unyeet Clem yeet kitz

I don't pussyfoot around my packmates so I don't actually think what I did around kitz is at all in line with my wolf meta. Nor is it actually that hard to tell the difference between busy Dubz and wolf Dubz. Y'all literally saw the same Dubz early last game and said the same stuff lol

That's okay, I'll do it

Yeet Wasp

Oh yeah there was the thing of Wasp having kitz as her only village read
True that does seem...odd for packmates. Though it's also overall an odd read. Hrm.

unyeet Wasp yeet Clem

Wasp - I see Santy's points but I can't in good conscious move her out of neutrals. Wild to have kitz as her only village read. TWTBW or was that how it was meant to look?? I don't know. I simply don't know.

I would lock town on Kcal and Fruit. Mostly based on how Kitz treated them, but as well their individual play this game I've found towny. I would be very surprised if either of them are wolves


I was on facetime to my friend so I've ran out of time so I'm gonna self pres

unyeet Genny
yeet Clem

 

[Kcalb]

@beans2020 can i interest you with a clems vote?

What game are you playing mr fruit

 

[Zenge142]

Any other hot takes Zenges?

The gap between good feta and bad feta is extremely large.

Also don’t yeet Rae

 

[fruitsalad]

unyeet clems
yeet spurs

@Animal Midwife

 

[GoSpursGo]

Good luck all

Thanks for playing toby

 

[Animal Midwife]

Yeet closed; results pending!​

 

[Animal Midwife]

Final Day 3 Yeet Tally
rae () -
genny () -
Clem (3) - Spurs 88, kc 45, Toby 47
Toby (6) - Zenge 64, Dubz 56, Clem 34, rae 56, genny 41, beans 40
QQ () -
Spurs (1) - fruit 41

10/12
Missing: QQ 19, samac 120

 

[supershorty]

Day 3

The days are counted, whether we count them or not.

One by one by one
until suddenly
ten.

Ten fingers. Ten toes. Ten years that vanish faster than anyone expects.

And somewhere in the middle of all that counting stood My Hero, Zero.

They used to sing about him.
Not in whispers. In melody.

“My Hero, Zero…” they’d croon, half-joking, half-reverent, because he had a way of making something out of nothing. Of standing beside a one and turning it into ten. Of slipping quietly into the empty space and multiplying possibility.

Zero didn’t take up space. He made space matter.

It was winter again. The false spring type of winter that pretends to thaw. Stretching its brittle fingers across frozen ground, letting hope tease with a shimmer that lasted just long enough to forget the cold.

That was when the first note went sour.

“Isn’t it strange,” said the loud one, voice brassy and bold like a marching band missing its rhythm, “that he’s called Zero?”

The room faltered.
A small thing. Just a question.
But questions, like numbers, add up.

“He’s nothing,” the loud one continued. “Right? That’s what zero is. Nothing.”
A few uneasy laughs.

Zero stood still. He had heard the song. He knew the verse. Without him, one stays one. Two stays two. He is the placeholder, the quiet power, the difference between ten and one.

But suspicion only cares for mathematics. Numbers don't lie.
Or numbers is villains, depending on the circle talking about them.

“He stands next to us and suddenly he’s important,” the loud one pressed on. “Isn’t that convenient? He doesn’t do anything. He just… stands there.”
Another voice chimed in, softer. “But that’s the point.”
“Yes,” the loud one boomed. “Exactly. That’s the point. He’s only powerful because we let him be.”

A flurry now.
Words piling like snowdrifts against a door.

Nothing. Empty. Placeholder. Paired.

The melody they once sang twisted in the air, off-key and uncertain.

Zero remembered when they’d laughed and spun in circles, belting out how he could multiply dreams. How he could turn a little into a lot. How magic it was that nothing, placed just right, became everything.

Now they looked at him as though he were erasing them.

“If we take him away,” the loud one said, “we stay ourselves. We don’t need him to define our value.”

It sounded empowering.
It sounded brave.
It was arithmetic done in anger.

Votes fell like hailstones. Quick. Sharp. Relentless.

Zero felt the shift as the ones stepped away from him. Tens collapsed back into ones. Hundreds crumbled into tens. The room grew smaller with every subtraction, though no one seemed to notice.

Because it felt good to cast out nothing.
It felt good to believe you lose nothing when you remove zero.
That nothing lost was nothing gained.
The circle closed.
The song stopped.

And My Hero, Zero, who had never claimed to be more than what he was, stood alone at the edge of the number line.

He did not argue. He did not shout. He simply stepped back into the blank space from which he came.

The loud one exhaled triumphantly. “See? We’re fine.”

They began counting again.

One.
Two.
Three.

The numbers felt lighter. Simpler. Smaller.

Winter settled in fully then. No more false spring. No more bright harmonies floating through the air. Just the steady tick, tick, tick of smaller sums.

And somewhere beyond the circle, in the quiet place where nothing waits to become something, Zero lingered.

Because the strange truth they had forgotten, the truth they once sang at the top of their lungs, is this:

Alone, he is nothing.
But beside you?
He is everything.

Dead is...

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@toberto, My Hero, Zero, and a...

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mafia goon

 

[Animal Midwife]

Dead is @toberto My Hero Zero, mafia goon

Roster
1. @GoSpursGo
2. @samac
3. @beans2020
4. @Clem J
6. @Zenge142
7. @WildZoo
11. @_rae_
12. @Mrs Queequeg
14. @genny
16. @Kcalb
17. @fruitsalad

 

[Animal Midwife]

Subbing in for @Mrs Queequeg is @apoptosis09!​

 

[Animal Midwife]

It is now Night 3.​

 

[supershorty]

Day 3

The days are counted, whether we count them or not.

One by one by one
until suddenly
ten.

Ten fingers. Ten toes. Ten years that vanish faster than anyone expects.

And somewhere in the middle of all that counting stood My Hero, Zero.

They used to sing about him.
Not in whispers. In melody.

“My Hero, Zero…” they’d croon, half-joking, half-reverent, because he had a way of making something out of nothing. Of standing beside a one and turning it into ten. Of slipping quietly into the empty space and multiplying possibility.

Zero didn’t take up space. He made space matter.

It was winter again. The false spring type of winter that pretends to thaw. Stretching its brittle fingers across frozen ground, letting hope tease with a shimmer that lasted just long enough to forget the cold.

That was when the first note went sour.

“Isn’t it strange,” said the loud one, voice brassy and bold like a marching band missing its rhythm, “that he’s called Zero?”

The room faltered.
A small thing. Just a question.
But questions, like numbers, add up.

“He’s nothing,” the loud one continued. “Right? That’s what zero is. Nothing.”
A few uneasy laughs.

Zero stood still. He had heard the song. He knew the verse. Without him, one stays one. Two stays two. He is the placeholder, the quiet power, the difference between ten and one.

But suspicion only cares for mathematics. Numbers don't lie.
Or numbers is villains, depending on the circle talking about them.

“He stands next to us and suddenly he’s important,” the loud one pressed on. “Isn’t that convenient? He doesn’t do anything. He just… stands there.”
Another voice chimed in, softer. “But that’s the point.”
“Yes,” the loud one boomed. “Exactly. That’s the point. He’s only powerful because we let him be.”

A flurry now.
Words piling like snowdrifts against a door.

Nothing. Empty. Placeholder. Paired.

The melody they once sang twisted in the air, off-key and uncertain.

Zero remembered when they’d laughed and spun in circles, belting out how he could multiply dreams. How he could turn a little into a lot. How magic it was that nothing, placed just right, became everything.

Now they looked at him as though he were erasing them.

“If we take him away,” the loud one said, “we stay ourselves. We don’t need him to define our value.”

It sounded empowering.
It sounded brave.
It was arithmetic done in anger.

Votes fell like hailstones. Quick. Sharp. Relentless.

Zero felt the shift as the ones stepped away from him. Tens collapsed back into ones. Hundreds crumbled into tens. The room grew smaller with every subtraction, though no one seemed to notice.

Because it felt good to cast out nothing.
It felt good to believe you lose nothing when you remove zero.
That nothing lost was nothing gained.
The circle closed.
The song stopped.

And My Hero, Zero, who had never claimed to be more than what he was, stood alone at the edge of the number line.

He did not argue. He did not shout. He simply stepped back into the blank space from which he came.

The loud one exhaled triumphantly. “See? We’re fine.”

They began counting again.

One.
Two.
Three.

The numbers felt lighter. Simpler. Smaller.

Winter settled in fully then. No more false spring. No more bright harmonies floating through the air. Just the steady tick, tick, tick of smaller sums.

And somewhere beyond the circle, in the quiet place where nothing waits to become something, Zero lingered.

Because the strange truth they had forgotten, the truth they once sang at the top of their lungs, is this:

Alone, he is nothing.
But beside you?
He is everything.

Dead is...

Spoiler

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