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I am torn between Assigned to Mordor and the Very First Werewolf Game.
AtM is a delight and was frighteningly present in my mind even on my vacation with no internet. There are laughs surrounding every post as well as compelling characters, all with their own personalities and agendas.
TGWBS and Encai seem to have conspired to make my coffee re-enact that of The Saucepan Man, nearly frying my keyboard in its hasty attempts to leave my mouth as I try to fight laughter long enough to swallow. Flein the Dwarf coughing up cats as he has a Moment inspired by the beautifully old and cranky Woman, Wilhelmina; their pets Mr. Swanky (the ferret) and the yet unnamed and very recently appeared kitten are featured at this time romping happily on the floor.
Valde's eyebrows are ever the source of amusement. His current quest to relieve Leonard Nimoy of his own startled many laughs.
Panakeia's wonderfully endearing attempts to sell her dubious beauty wares makes me smile as young Sai Onora's innocence and fun keeps on encouraging Aluminč Umfuěl to trust people just long enough to end up watching her questionably evil (he's not evil, just misunderstood, she'll tell anybody that will listen) best friend Roggie of Morgoth's leg get blown off by the weapon-happy and Bond-esque Mardil II of Gondor played by none other than the phantom.
Anakron's constant upheaval of all things expected is cause for laughs and hard thinking. Just which celebrity should Alli relieve of his most treasured possession? Austin Powers and his mojo? But how would she coax it from him without breaking the family-friendly guidelines off all things 'Down? Aha! Steal the fangirls from Orlando Bloom. What would he do without them, she wonders? Khamul the Easterling's unexpected corporeal form and King Kong's even more unexpected gender swap and short-lived romance with Mr. Swanky.
You can't help but laugh reading it. Littlemanpoet had a stroke of genius when he thought up the game and another when he managed to get it going.
And this is tied with those awesome memories of Tol-in-Gaurhoth Number One. When The Barrow-Wight introduced this unheard of game, it seemed to fun to pass up. I was right and haven't once regretted it... except maybe that one time my grades suffered... Kidding, I swear.
Anguirel's early attempt to cast suspicion on me worked just enough that nobody ever trusted me. My own lynch-happy feelings toward The Saucepan Man ("Let's lynch him now, just to make sure. Proof? We need proof?") didn't help. But Kuruharan's deviously subtle playing never once aroused suspicion until the very final lynching. Though I had discovered his identity by process of elimination (heck, there were only three of us left), I stood no chance of convincing Oddwen to vote for him. Why would she? The evidence was stacked against me and he'd never looked more innocent.
The game itself was more fun than any other I've yet been in, though my time as a Ranger in WWJI was a very close second. Oh Estel, if only...
The Barrow-Wight, in his omnipotent and ever-loving nature started this addictive trend and I cannot see it ending for a very long time, if even then.
An honorable mention is the phantom's Predictions thread and the hilarity that ensued. The phantom who be short springs to mind. Encai's Da Vinci thread still makes me smile often and all of Fordim's polls. All that must be done to ensure heavy debate is commit a capital offense and make something seem more Important than it actually is. I've learned now to run away when I see a poll; I simply can't avoid being dragged into debate if I give in to the urge to read the thread.
Congratulations and thank you everybody for this wonderful year of experiences.
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