Hi, Arbok, Bustin98, 18 Days, TVman, and oohhhboy. This thread is dedicated to you poor souls who came under my idiotic gaze of death.
I am a good guy. I am pro-townie. Only thing is, I suck. Which makes me extra-valuable to the mafia.
I am the vigilante role. Oh, how I wish that thatguy had written in the "Suicide if he kills a townie" clause into my contract. Then I wouldn't have had to face any more shame, wouldn't have had to end any more innocent lives in an ignorant flurry of ill-aimed and ill-advised blaster-fire.
Woe is me, such a tragic figure. I'm like that oracle chick who said things would suck, and no one believed her. Then things did suck, and she died. I think. Except I'm not dead. I'm still around to suffer for what I have done to you all.
Oh, alas you poor innocents! What I lack in strategy, I more than make up for in long-windedness and, yea, even belligerence and arrogance. And many other negatively-themed "ances," I'm sure.
I take the advice of my counsel, and say, "Away with you, you scoundrels! You don't know what I know!"
And then... alone on a wind-swept peak... snow buffeting against my cape... do I realize I am utterly defeated. My books of knowledge crumble to ash. My haggard beard belies the haggard soul residing within this haggard frame.
My failure even extends to my attempts to right my failures, coming up short time and again.
This thread is a tribute to my ineptitude at mafia, and a heart-felt apology to my victims. I insulted you all while voting for you or killing you, or targeting you, or whatever. And here I am, with my glassy doe eyes and twitching corner of my mouth, staring blankly into what I have done, the mess I have made, and hoping against hope that the townies might yet prevail, in spite of me.
Fin