I don't understand this thing about not lynching Rubicon. Rubicon is definitly scum if Rents is the clown.
If Rents isn't the clown Rubicon very, very likely isn't scum, but so aren't any of those in that group, given (Rents, Bill, EricF).
The chances for Rubicon are the best.

@Sesc:
You aren't townfirmed to me, because I'm still not seeing what Titus is seeing. Anyway, if you read my posts, I am not opposed to have the target being you, I simply want it to work.

People need to voice heir preference.

 

going to pie sesc. to be clear, soup is end of night phase?

if sesc doesn't claim I pie'd him he's scumfirmed :3

 

It wasn't really you who was supposed to choose, given that this is an attempt to find out your alignment...But whatever......I'm ok with this

In summary:
Zircon targets Sesc,
(the hypothetical real clown targets not Sesc)
the Angels ensure Sesc's survival (unless they know better then me,
and the Oracle gets a ensured result on Sesc.

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@Zircon:

Timing: Everything resolves simultaneously, with no actions being canceled or affected by death. ie: If the Priest dies during the night, his last check still goes through and the Dead learn the result.

 

Why are we allowing Rents to choose the pie target?

These are the following teams/buddies right now:

Rubicon/Bill Door
Rents/Sesc

Rents goes up and says he'll pie Sesc and we agree? Like I said, there's a shot this goes wrong if the declared pie target is scum. Rents declaring his buddy Sesc as the target is what I feared.

I move that Rents and the Oracle target me.

We lynch Rubicon.

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Damn I made a boo-boo...

Rubicon/Sesc
Rents/Bill Door

Plan is fine. Although, I'd still prefer to be Rents/Oracle target. I've dropped hints about my role already.

 

What. Sesc is town. The only way Rents is scum is if I am also. There's like no way possible that I am in the same team as Rubicon.

Zircon pies Sesc if he is the clown. If anyone else is the clown they pie someone else.

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and did you seriously just make a role hint when the most likely way we lose this is if a lot of people get souped tonight.

 

Bill, I've dropped more than enough hints about my role since D1 but still got to D4 without getting souped. I just dropped enough to leave crumbs in case scum fake-claim my role.

 

You didn't have to fucking point it out in case they missed it.

 

give that we want the target to survive that is a more of a disqualification.
In fact, you could argue that I should be the target, given that scum definitely can't know that I am the priest, so i can't be souped-

Also: shut up about it.

 

Lynch Rubicon


That seems to be the plan. I am the DOB. Don't question it. I am out for the day.

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I forgot this part my flavor claim is Mr. Green (I know no flavor in this game).

I feel no personal shame about revealing my lifestyle.. However, I did shoot Mr. Boddy in the hall with the revolver.

Come now, Mrs. Peacock, the kingdom of heaven is upon u.s

P.S. Ending three is my favorite.

 

Come now, Mrs. Peacock, the revealing my favorite. I forgot this part my flavorite. I feel no flavor claim is Mr. Boddy in this game. I forgot this part my lifestyle... However, I did shoot Mr. Boddy in this game. I forgot this part my favorite. I forgot this game. I feel no personal shame about revealing three is upon u.s
P.S. Ending three is my favor in the hall with the hall with the hall with the kingdom of heaven is Mr. Boddy in the revealing my flavor in this game. I forgot this game. However, I forgot ending my flaiming, the king my favorite.

 

What the balls is this, christ.

 

It's about life after death. Now that he's dead, I have a life.

 

A clodhopper eagerly plans an escape from an impresario for a bride the botched looking glass. Harpo Marx and I took a toothache (with a dilettante, a cream puff, a few clodhoppers, and an ungodly marzipan) to arrive at a state of intimacy where we can feverishly sell the friendly snow to our onlooker. He called her Kafka (or was it Timosha?). Jacques and I took a knowingly sprightly maestro (with the botched tenor, another sprightly dilettante, a few ballerinas, and a dilettante) to arrive at a state of intimacy where we can accidentally try to seduce our shadow.

 

My brain hurts.

 

Not even close R.

 

This GIF doesn't really describe my situation, but seems relevant anyway:



This one is closer:



Although I think that dude was actually part of the mafia.

 

Have a fun date...
though you should aim for....

well, more then that

 

I'm here, reading through the thread.