Playing Beast Hunter meant I had to think like a Ranger. So, much of my analysis was concerned with who the Wolves would attack than who the Wolves are. I guess that was pretty much obvious based on my voting record.
DAY 1:
Brinn and
Lottie (my only two choices) were basically 'people who weren't one of the three Cobblers™, or people who didn't vote for them or
Hui'. I eventually chose the former. Screaming ensued.
DAY 2: This one I've explained often enough. In any case I would never have thought of setting the trap for
BG's house, so shrug.
DAY 3:
Greenie (as well as the dead
Form) was the only one not to vote for
Form. Didn't expect her to be gifted, let alone the Seer. I had half-expected to die this NIGHT because I hoped the Ranger prioritised the Seer. Apparently, this scenario was closer than I thought.
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Originally Posted by Thinlómien
To be fair, would I have had a little less busy RL day that Night, I might have still protected someone else, but I didn't have any feasible alternative for Nilp.
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Re New Game (heh, literally the source of my first post's image): My disastrous decision-making in this game was due to my RL state, compounded by the deadline (and it
is in that order; I felt I was participating fine the first two DAYs I wasn't compromised.) I told
A Certain Critter that I would do nothing on DAY 3 because I didn't look in danger of the lynch, but then my physical condition deteriorated. (The
Nog and
Form-waggons quickly acquiring momentum made me realise anyone with a soupçon of suspicion could be lynched, which would be bad if I weren't around to explain myself.)
So I'd lean strongly towards joining the next game if the deadline were ah, more amenable to my location. Although there's no need to bend over backwards to accomodate me or
A Possible Medical Murine--after all, we are a minority (hah).
Also, more cartoon images.
EDIT: I forgot to add that I might be out of regular employment by July, and my freelance thingy doesn't look like picking up anytime soon (imagine having two specialisations, with almost little in common, being nuked by the same thing), so by then I might be more willing to throw myself at anything.