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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Well. my computer "ate" my elaborate discussion of you all.
Now the second time, I'll have to be briefer....As I PM'd with Folwren - as we both were dead - I suspected Mith and Elu indeed! So sad I had to be the seer with no experience... Just a few comments on everyone... Jenny: You were overtly jumpy with the beginning, but then clearly found out the way the game is played. Good performance! Sorry to see you nailed without a reason. Gandalf: It's nice to come to a game, but if you really have no internet-access or are otherwise not so interested in playing, keep out then! You were not helping the least! Firefoot: I'm so sorry to have mistrusted you! One day forwards, and we could have made the difference! Folwren: You were playing the experienced one - determined to be killed quite early on. I am so sorry, you were killed the night I learned your occupation... Thinlómien: Didn't get to start anyways... Good comments, but just from the first day: no help to anyone: not your fault! Eonwe: Good play! and sorry to have banwagoned you with the suspects of mine! I dared not to clean your reputation earlier because of my own status being at stake. Valier: You played ok., but as an innocent, I waited for a bigger envolvement! You should have speaked out, and not just accept the accusations! Sleepy Ranger; You surely could have contributed more substantially, but I do understand the (RL) hindrances'... Roa: Great play! Without my knowledge, I would never have suspected you! Really a good game: alongside you, I felt myself a total newbie... Mith: the same goes: well played, especially that night, we were deciding together, who to lynch! I really felt affinity to you then! Even though, I felt to kill you, with my vote then and there. Well I should have done that... Elu: You really didn't come in to the game, but only after the major players were off. Not a good performance by the gaming standards!
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