1. Super Pie
2. J. Rave
7. Ice the frosty cat
9. Ultra Taco
15. Jacob Gristwood
The chance of getting a special role is 4/15, and now its 4/12, but from the perspective of who the werewolves really want to get its 2/12, less than 20%. Due to this glaring error in Sarge's calculations I'm voting for him.
And isn't it convenient (forgetting the math completely):
superpie & Ice = tied
superpie = lynched
Ice = killed by werewolves right after
Jacob = person who tied Superpie & Ice
I think that no matter what, Jacob should go. It's nothing personal whatsoever, it's just that even if he isn't a werewolf, tying up the votes was a risky move and could've easily gotten an important class lynched. Whatever, keep your votes for me. You aren't going to be lynching a werewolf before dusk, that's for sure.
Also, Tamdrin. Why vote for me? It takes 2 to tango, so why not Antihero or Salty? The first & second people are the ones who really start the bandwagon. Instead, you vote for me? And isn't it the pot calling the kettle black, when you initiated the bandwagon against me?
honestly. All your reasons so far reminds me of a potluck--and I'm the only one who's bringing a dish.
I'm just voting for you because, like I've said, it was a risky move tying up the votes like that. If you're a werewolf and did it with malicious intent, that's even better. If you turn out to be the guardian/seer... well then at least I've lasted another day.
Hrmm... :I Sarge's argument does seem the most sound, but since I also tied up the votes at the last second, wouldn't I be even more suspicious than him? Just seems curious that you never mentioned me and have been directing the masses against Jacob. :O
Aw heck, I have no idea. D: I vote for Jacob. Team Villagers, yeah! DX<
The hours of sunlight begin to wane, and the villagers seem less scattered, more resolute. They confer, discuss and eventually the discussion turns to one thing... Twilight jokes. Jacob, being the unfortunately named fellow in this case, becomes the target for their werewolf jokes.
As the sun threatens to fall over the horizon, they come to a decision. A horrible, fateful decision. Team Jacob is no match for Team Villagers, and they string him up. As his neck snaps and his body hangs limp, he begins to grow fur. The villagers are quick with their silver cutlery, stabbing the werewolf repeatedly to make sure it never returns.
One of the villagers turns to the others and says "Well.... I guess he was... WELL HUNG!" as he puts on his shades. The villagers respond with "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" before scurrying into their abodes to see who would suffer the revenge for a fallen comrade.
Jacob was a Werewolf.
In a world of intelligent, human-looking zombies, their only hope might be the one human they didn't "Enlighten".