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Wight of the Old Forest
Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall
Posts: 3,329
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Honour where honour is due: Rikae, that was awesome! We only began to suspect it was you last Night (actually Mac did
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Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI Last edited by Pitchwife; 06-12-2020 at 04:57 PM. Reason: x-ed with a bunch |
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Why doesn't it work? There's always going to be several version of the lists and the wolves will use the one that benefits them and only chaos ensues - and even if there is just one, you can't be sure whether the dead accepted to use it or not. And thirdly: the dead don't like to pushed around by the living, especially if they think they see things better than the living (whether it is true they do, is another matter then). Fex. we were never going to use any of your lists - and I remember the same feeling from a few other Dead Threads back in time. But yes, that vote-splitting really crowned this wolf-victory. It was beautiful indeed.
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