Day 3 Vote Count
| Vote Target | Voted by | Votes |
|---|---|---|
| Leafia | ElizaThePsycho, Marluxion, Lucky, Millium, Litten, Italy, Alkali | 7/7 |
| Italy | Wisdom, Kiiruma | 2/7 |
| Litten | Apprentice, Leafia | 2/7 |
| Not Voting | Atlas, Frostwolf103 | 2 |
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Leafia has been executed. She was:
Maya Fey
Mafia Channeller
âI have to be strong. For all the people that were there for me when I needed them.â
Spirit Medium (Passive): For as long as you are alive, dead members of the Mafia will be able to speak in Mafia chat.
Endurance Training (Passive): The first time you perform the factional kill, you will be protected from all kills except the execution tonight and tomorrow day.
Heir to the Master of Kurain (Night): Target a player. If they die tonight or tomorrow during the day, if they are Town-aligned, they will become a Treestump (capable of speaking, but not voting or using abilities), and you will additionally be neighborized with them. When you die, they will no longer be able to speak. Once you have successfully treestumped one player, you will lose access to this ability. (Infinite uses)
Reach parity with the Town.
With Leafiaâs death, Prophylaxisâs spirit fades away! He may no longer speak in the game thread.
Night 3 begins and will end in slightly more than 24 hours, at 2022-05-25T20:00:00Z. Night actions, including Truth and Deception lists, are due two hours before the end of the night.
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To avoid issues with the thread exceeding 10,000 replies, the game is moving to a second thread. (This thread will be unlocked and slowmoded to allow for quoting.)
The new thread may be found here:
Slightly under 12 hours remain to submit night actions and truth and deception lists.
EoD3 Flavor
(contains spoilers for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Case 2 and Justice for All Case 2)
May 25, 3:xx AM
District Court, Courtroom No. 8
âBut turn your eyes to the valley; there we shall find
the river of boiling blood in which are steeped
all who struck down their fellow men.â Oh blind!Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity
which spurs us so in the short mortal life
and steeps us so through all eternity!- Danteâs Inferno, Canto XII, translated by John Ciardi
With the execution of an innocent and the death of another, the courtroom was on edge. The previous days had begun, at least, with people calmly stating their views, and escalated into accusations and personal attacks. This day began with accusations, and by an hour in half the courtroom was shouting at each other.
âWait!â cried out a young woman at last. âI canât say who the terrorists are, yet, but I think I have something that might help.â
She drew out a teardrop-shaped stone with a hole in the center, glowing a leafy green. âIâve been letting my friend Nick borrow this, but he couldnât be here today, and it was mine originally.â
She handed it to someone else in the courtroom, who looked at it with a furrowed brow. âWhat does it actually do?â he asked.
The woman gave him a piercing look. âIt lets you see when other people are hiding things,â she said. âTheir secrets appear as locks, shackling their mind in chains. In order to expose their secrets, you have to present them with evidence that shakes the core of the excuses theyâve wrapped themselves in.â
âOkay,â said the person sheâd given it to. âSo I just, hold it up, and â whoa.â
Before his eyes, chains wrapped themselves around the young womanâs arms. Four locks attached themselves to the chains. He stumbled half a step backwards, before catching himself. He had a job to do.
âWell?â said the young woman, giving him a mournful look. âYou know what you need to do.â
He nodded. If I want to figure out what any of this means, the first thing I need to figure out is what sheâs hiding. The obvious answer there was that she was one of the terrorists, but that didnât make sense. Or, at the very least, he didnât want to believe it made sense ⌠but when he actually thought about the facts, it had started to fit together.
âI think you were involved with the plot to assassinate Arete, Geyde, and Arctic,â he said, his voice quavering. âI think thatâs what youâre hiding.â
âWhy would you say that?â she asked, tilting her head to the side.
The man frowned. The obvious answer was the fact that giant magical secret-detecting locks had appeared around her, but he wasnât sure if using that as his evidence would be paradoxical. Still, that wasnât the only piece of evidence heâd seen, and now that heâd caught a glimpse of the truth he couldnât turn away from it.
âYou said that your friend Phoenix couldnât be here, so he gave this to you,â said the man. âBut earlier, back on the first day, you didnât say anything about Furio Tigre impersonating Phoenix. That only makes sense if youâre working together.â
One of the locks snapped, dissolving into dust. The woman didnât break her gaze. âBut why would I do that?â she asked. âI have no reason to be part of a terrorist plot.â
The man bit his lip. âI think you do,â he said. He pulled out scraggly newspaper clippings from his pocket, spreading them on the desk in front of them. âYouâre Maya Fey, right? Twice now, youâve been falsely accused of crimes that you didnât commit. But both times, youâve been framed by other witnesses at the scene â by the very sort of people who are supposed to decide the outcome of trials under the new system. I donât think you would just accept that.â
Another lock snapped away, as Maya held her gaze. âBut then why would I give you my Magatama?â she asked. âThatâs as good as confessing, if your theory is true.â
The man frowned. This was a bit more speculative, but he thought he had a reasonable guess. âYou felt guilty about what youâd done,â he said. âAnd I know thatâs true, because â because youâve been channelling the spirit of Sister Bikini. I donât know if she was killed by you, or by someone else, but if you were really okay with whatâs happening, you never would have done something like that.â
The third lock fell away, leaving a single remaining lock, directly over Mayaâs heart. âSo why not just confess?â she said. âWhy go through this whole complicated process?â
The man met her gaze evenly. âBecause you canât,â he said. âThat was one of the first things you said â âI canât say who the terrorists are, yetâ â and I donât think that was just a figure of speech. You made some sort of promise, and you canât break it.â
The last lock shattered into a hundred tiny shards, and the chains fell away, leaving only Maya. She gripped the edge of the lectern she was standing in front of for stability, as she prepared to meet her fate.
âItâs true,â she said. âEverything he just said is true. I â I â Iâve been through this before, with my sister, with Doctor Grey â and I know that the, the new law, would only make things worse. I thought if I just joined up with this group, they told me theyâd help fix it, as long as I promised not to tell anyone â and I trusted them, so I did â and the next thing I knew, theyâd shoved a detonator into my hand. I never wanted anyone to get hurt.â
Maya was crying, now, and the person standing next to her seemed for a moment to reach out to touch her shoulder, before pulling her hand back, wincing. Seemingly oblivious, Maya kept talking. âI â I canât tell you who the others are. I made a promise, and I canât break it, literally canât. But I know Iâm going to die for this, and â I understand.â
She swallowed. âIâm sorry, Sister Bikini. I wish I could give you more time. But this is where my story ends, and that means this is where your story ends as well.â
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i havenât read this game before but i decided to skim parts of it and i found this post
chad
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