Happy anniversary, celebrated by getting swept.
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ggs i was italy
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Same
I had exams, thatâs why I didnât really fight to survive there.
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Exams in november?
Or the summer vacation is the entire winter because youâre at the opposite pole?
Wow look at Silviu he forgot how countries can be kind of strict with exams
good game overall
iâll see you all in 2028 when i finish my rolemadness (if iâm lightning fast)
Lightning McQueen is it you king?
What elseâŚ
I made up the reason for why I was still voting Arete to justify myself, I just forgot. But I didnât really care, once it became obvious I was going to be executed I didnât think I needed to bother.
Youâre making Junko get what she wants!
I would absolutely roll as jester.
Youâre making fox girl jester Aelin OC something something get what she wants!
If I only read this post, I would think you were mafia in this game lol.
I would definitely justify myself if I was Mafia.
I mean Magnus does have a wolf pfp
Iâd say that if anything, I hope that this game would indicate that there is a serious problem with the way you conduct yourself in this game, but I can totally see you thinking âoh I was right on 2 wolves in the end so everything is fine and itâs everyone elseâs fault.â
Nah.
You spent the majority of this game tunneling two villagers for nebulous reasons, and for the first 3 days gave no thought about why you might be wrong, shutting out the arguments of others as to why your pushes were bad (mainly me - I was a wolf, but that doesnât mean I canât see a v/v push is bad when I see one) and shoving your worldview down everyoneâs throats. This is a team game. The only form of compromise you were willing to make was by voting on wagons you didnât even believe in just to make people listen to you the next day, which only ended up resulting in a delusion that your reads were better than they were just because you were correct on the alignment of the elimination, despite being incorrect on the pushes you were making on Arete and Prisma.
The real compromise you needed was a willingness to entertain where you might be wrong and why. I know for a fact that you did not read the majority of my towncases on Arete, and you put little stock in Vulgardâs death until Day 5 despite him having Arete as an IC and dying on the same night he replaced in. You barely engaged with either mine or Areteâs reasons for townreading Prisma because you were too blinded by your own worldview.
Thereâs also the issue of the way you decided to go about making your reads in the first place - Iâve already covered why your reasons to scumread Arete were flat out bad, but when you start to make reads on the metric of âagreeing with me = townâ and âdisagreeing with meâ = scum, this creates even more issues and you are never going to have a good solve. Firstly, because if you are in fact wrong then this will just result in you becoming more and more wrong, warping your worldview of the game until it becomes hard to see anything else, and secondly because the game is more complicated than âwolves kill townâ and âtown kill wolvesâ since villagers do not have perfect information. Itâs never viable to base your entire view of the game from one read at an early point of the game, and I feel like this is the most obvious take-away with this game, as demonstrated by your incorrect townread on Marl.
Itâs ultimately hard to quantify what effect your play had on the game, but it is clear that at least the final miselimination was due to the way you carried yourself. We knew that a Prisma/Arete/Seth LyLo would almost always be a guaranteed win (though I did start to panic a little when you reconsidered Arete) which is why we brought Prisma to LyLo - even if I died, Prisma was both suspected and wrong, and there was always the argument that I had hard defended them on Day 4 so we were sure they would either misvote or be misvoted down the line. Prisma thought you were a wolf because of the way you were pushing them in bad faith for what they (in my opinion, correctly) perceived as terrible reasons to scumread them e.g. ânot voting Arete when I showed them my scumcase on Areteâ, ânot scumreading Arcticâ, âvoting townâ, to name a few, and the bottom line is, as a new player, I canât really fault them for having this read. I am making an assumption here, so if Arete proves me wrong then you can choose to ignore this next point, but I am pretty sure your treatment of them damaged their ability to solve the game and presumably made them want to play it less.
I am probably being hypocritical with this post, because I have in the past played in a way that, if you squint, resembles how you did here. But this does also enable me to empathise with your position, in particular the frustrations you had when people werenât listening to you. And I think what you need to do is think about why people werenât interested in listening to you and try to act on that - whether it be the quality of your arguments or the way you carry yourself (which is also important - people are more inclined to listen to those they deem as level-headed and friendly).
Now, I know youâve been playing this game for a long time (a decade, I think I remember Arete saying?) and so I would be completely unsurprised if you made absolutely no change here, but I want to believe that people can improve. The first step is to read this post in full and realize that you played this game in a dismal way - this means none of âoh but I was mostly right in the endâ or âno one listened to me on Arcticâ. Recognize that your intuition is not even close to being good enough to carry games. Take responsibility and act on it.
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this is why I specifically asked you not to vote until we had a voting order, like âyou are town and Zorvo is also townâ was specifically what I was worried about
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Remember that intuition is a tool that helps you easily detect a pattern and already come up with a solution. Itâs not a word from God that says the absolute truth.
uh also GG everyone! congrats Arctic, Marl, Molly
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give it to me and i finish it tomorrow
mama always told me not to trust the strange voices in my head when they make me promises