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Oh, sorry, I was just talking nonsense, wasn't I?
Hakon, I think you're absolutely right. The phantom is clearly gifted, we shall kill him toNight. Thank you for your help.
Ahem. I think that many of our illustrious companions are of the decided opinion that last-minute voting stampedes can be thought of, in certain circumstances including those in which a werewolf game is assigned a roman numeral, that is, designated as game number such-and-so, respectively, as the case may be, one of the highlights (or perhaps even the ultimate expression of) that which our friends a little-further-over-the-pond might refer to as the Werwolfspiel. In the event that this scenario I have so concisely outlined should be in all actuality the case, advocates of a chronologically challenged artificial deadline may find themselves faced with a task of unexpected difficulty in their (or his and her) efforts to obtain a general consensus that said deadline, which both exists and does not exist and is therefore haunted with its own spiritus or Geist (depending on whether the nature of a deadline can be better likened to that of air or fire respectively), shall be, as it were, both implemented and not-implemented.
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